28th July 2015 Helen 3Comment

  Oh Netflix how I miss you and all those programmes on demand The movies and the cartoons, always ready and on-hand. You were always there to mind the kids so I could do a wee And run around and do some jobs, and even make the tea. But without you during this cold July, it’s hard to get a rest From endless kiddie questions, and a house that’s always messed. The monsters miss Babar, Gadget, George and friends The questions about when you’ll return never bloody end. I miss my favourite House of Cards and those messed up biker Sons, What’s going on in Charming,…

18th April 2015 Helen 16Comment

I find myself in the midst of a style crisis.  Today I bought a top that is covered in giraffes. And I like it. Have I hit an all-time low in a life of fashion lows, or are giraffes ‘in’ this season? Now, to be fair the word crisis implies this is a new and quickly worsening situation. It is not. This is a sudden emergency in the same way the state of Irish hospitals is an overnight disaster. It’s been 38 years in the making, has never really been addressed by a decisive plan of action, has had plenty of money…

11th March 2015 Helen 15Comment

My February Netflix post was going to be a very humdrum whinge about how moving house and having no WiFi had conspired to rob me of the next season of House of Cards.  Then someone had the inspired idea of inviting myself and a gang from the Netflix StreamTeam to London for a day of drinks, pampering, drinks and a few more drinks to celebrate the premier of the new Netflix Show Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt.  So, assuming that no-one really wants to see my slightly blurry photos of London, hear about a lovely day away from the kids, work and reality, or…

24th December 2014 Helen 3Comment

1. A chocolate from the Advent calendar EVERY morning. Enough said. 2. My December housekeeping strategy has relied on putting everything off til ‘The Big Christmas Clean’. I mean why dust skirting boards in mid December when you’re only going to have to do them again before Christmas???  I now live in a dusty, cess pit. It’s Christmas Eve. I’m reaping what I have sewn – or not sewn, as the case may be. 3. I’ve been doing some ‘endurance training’ and now, for the first time in years, I stand a really good chance of consuming my recommended maximum units of alcohol this week….

8th August 2014 Helen 6Comment

For years and years I have revelled in being a relatively unhairy lady. While friends are plagued with stubbly legs 24 hours after waxing, mine will be ‘grand’ after a quick shave a month before. Some hirsute ladies I know have toes that require frequent attention from a tweezers, but my own digits are hairless – if ridiculously long .  My jaws, upper lips and chin cause me no hairy hassles (save for that one random little chin hair that goes from 0.2cm long to 7cm long overnight) . In short I am a lucky mama.  But then my babies turn 14 weeks old and the postpartum hair loss starts….. It…

1st August 2014 Helen 5Comment

I’m being a bit rude ignoring that bright and shining thing on the right (I’ll pause while you take a look).  Yes, the nominations for the Irish Blog Awards 2014 are out and I’m delighted to be a nominee. But there’s a twist. Being a fan of all things woolen, crafty and handmade I sat in good company on the nominees list of the craft category last year. Hey, I even made it to the short list.  I was in the slipstream of like-minded makers and crafters. I was in with a gang of hand making crazies who see a…