Tag Archives: love

climbing back up/ learning to fly

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Wow, this weekend couldn’t have been any rougher if I’d actually tried. But despite feeling the worst I ever have, I’m also able to give it some distance now and I’ve learnt so much about myself. So much so I’m … Continue reading

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Hitting rock bottom

I’m sorry its been so long since my last post. I had hoped to have knitted something beautiful to share, but having had a week in Northumberland walking in the sunshine the knitting I took with me is progressing slowly … Continue reading

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Forever Tinkerbell!

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Yes, mid life crisis alert! I got a tattoo! To be fair this has been a long time coming as I was 15 years old when I first said I wanted a tattoo when I was old enough to. But … Continue reading

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The men in my life

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No I’ve not fallen off the edge of the planet after this weekend… I survived and though I feel a bit bruised it was worth it to feel some closure. And I want to thank all of you who posted … Continue reading

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Anyone want to share advice??

Ok, so I’m back to being a mess. Doesn’t seem to take much. And now I think I’m after some advice if anyone wants to share some. He emailed me Friday to say he’d noticed I’d changed my status on … Continue reading

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Comfort shopping and knitting into the unknown

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I’ve had a terrible week since I last posted. Emails pinged around coated in tears and a phone call that ended everything. And the worst thing is he still likes me, but the problem is the 200 miles between us. … Continue reading

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Undertaking a life declutter

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I don’t know why but when I’m stressed out or emotionally hurt I feel the need to throw things away. My brother is the opposite, he’s a hoarder. When Dad came round Sunday and found me with a huge heap … Continue reading

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