Mini Me

pink ballerina skirt

Pass Plus

nother day, another H&M skirt… This particular skirt, especially when paired with black, makes me feel a bit like a ballerina, which, funnily enough, was one of my many short-lived childhood ambitions. I started ballet lessons purely because of my…

stripe trench coat

A face without freckles is like a sky without stars

(Terrible weather = no new photos, so this one is an out-take from this older post…) Last week while I was looking for things to purge from the house (Aside: I think I started off too enthusiastically with this. The first few…

dear-santa

A Lesson to Children Everywhere

When I was a little girl, my parents took me to see E.T. at the cinema. It was a rather traumatic experience for my young self. Oh, don’t get me wrong: I LOVED the film. I mean, a little wrinkly…

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Dear Fairies…

I’ll be spending a chunk of this afternoon at the dentist’s, so today seemed as good a time as any to show you this letter, which my mum came across earlier this week, along with some other missives written by…

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Kid Fears

If you’re a longtime reader, or are one of my parents, you will already know much, much more than you ever wanted to about my main phobias: crustaceans, people rubbing their feet together while wearing socks, being beheaded… you know…

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Ol’ Scabby McScabberson

[Important Disclaimer: I wrote this post in a misguided attempt to be funny. Almost all of the posts I've ever written on this site are supposed to be entertaining. I don't actually care about the "scabby lips" comment, and I...

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Forever Amber: The Early Years. Part 2 – Toylet humour

When I was a child, my parents would occasionally find themselves looking after two dogs. The dogs in question were brothers: Snoopy belonged to my mum’s parents and Rusty belonged to my dad’s parents, and if both sets of grandparents…

Friday Photo: “Dongledees”

For this week’s Friday Photo, I present the evidence of the one and only time in my life when I was persuaded that dungarees were an acceptable item of clothing. Of course, I didn’t call them “dungarees”. No, to me…

Friday Photo: Forever the Fashionista

For today’s Friday Photo, I proudly present yet another in my continuing series of Embarrassing Photos of Me as a Child. I’m the little boy on the left. Yes, that is a bathing cap and a pair of Wellington boots…

Friday Five Photo: Before I Was Butch

OK, Friday Five, that’s it – you and me are through. I tried to make this relationship work, I really did (well, I tried twice, but who’s counting), but the thing is, Friday Five: it’s not me, it’s you. I…

Mothers and monkeys

It’s Mother’s Day here in the UK, which is as good an excuse as any, I think, for me to post this picture of me and my mum, which is one of my favourite photos in the whole world ever:…

Old Skool Amber

Remember that novel I was writing? Yeah, it would be good if I’d actually done that, wouldn’t it? Why, I could be sitting here with a book deal and an agent right now, but instead? Well, instead I’m sitting here…