I wish I’d known

Okay, I promise that after this blog I’m going to stop banging on about turning 38. It’s over now. It’s happened.  But, as with all such events which so obviously and obnoxiously signal the passing of time, birthday weeks are a period of reflection, especially for someone like me who is irritatingly ruminative. Last week,  I spent 3 days with …

Turning 38

I am writing this on the eve of my 38th birthday. And turning 38 has been a bit of a shit for some reason. Usually I’m all like “age is just a number” and “yes I want you to make a disproportionate amount of fuss over the day of my birth” but this year I’ve been more like “I am …

ZOË FOSTER BLAKE

When I was a kid, I was desperate to wear make-up. I was fascinated by the way my Mum would sweep blush on her cheeks, delighted when my Grannie came to visit and let me apply her compressed powder to hide her liver spots and always slightly perplexed by the blue eyeshadow that my sisters furiously painted their unsuspecting eyelids …

Is Chasing Goals, Tiring You?

There are many things I am really good at. There are also many things I am not good at (although I like to refer to them as skills I haven’t developed yet). Here are some of those things. Directions (my eldest sister loves to tell the story of a time before Google maps when I got so lost driving through …

If Life Feels Hard…

It is Saturday night and I have just come home from my friend’s house where I drank tea and chatting shit for hours (my perfect evening these days. Gone are the days of all-nighters in heels I couldn’t walk in, booze I couldn’t keep in and clubs nobody wanted to be in!) I have an early start tomorrow. Who schedules …