My last (and only) blog post was November 4th 2016.


For someone who loves writing, I’ve managed to not do very much of my own at all. Usually I would slap my wrist and tell myself to get a grip, but you know what? I’ve been quite busy.

Aside from having a bumper 2017, taking on new clients and working on some wonderfully meaty pieces of content. I’ve also managed to have a baby – if you’ve seen my Instagram feed then it might have given it away, #mumlife.

When I found out I was pregnant I was quite frequently asked how I was going to manage to work AND raise a tiny human. “Oh it’ll be easy” I scoffed, “I’ll only take a month for maternity and then I’ll get back on it.”…I was told I was being very unrealistic and it wouldn’t work out like that.

Low and behold I was blessed with an angel (so far).

Brie is great (I take no credit for this, she’s her own person). We did get into some pickles early on, but I took my month of maternity and got straight back into the swing of things. I’ve taken her to meetings, she’s been on client calls with me, and as far as junior copywriters go she’s had some pretty good ideas…very conceptual. Between us we’ve settled nicely into our own routine:

She eats, I write. She sleeps, I write. She watches me while throwing things from her highchair…you get the idea.

Working out the balance between being self-employed and being a mother has been daunting AF, but I’ve been lucky enough to work with clients that don’t mind a long distance relationship. Yes, I’d love some adult conversation now and again, and when we decide Brie needs some time in nursery, I’ll be bringing my laptop and shiny stationary into offices quicker than you can say “glitter gel pen”, but for now it’s working.

One of my main concerns about being a WAHM (work at home mum) has been that clients won’t see me as a professional, that I’ll be labelled as a ‘mum’ and won’t be taken seriously. But I’m delighted to say that so far that hasn’t happened…I think the world is changing, and I was worried about an attitude that was common 20-odd years ago, but now, not so much.

Because mums are more than the nappy changes, the meal plans, the bottle washing, the plastic tat playing and the bed time stories. We’re a highly organised breed that want to carry with business as usual…it just so happens that we have a tiny version of ourselves attached to us 24/7.

So Brie and I will carry on as we are and continue to work on some great things together.

Until she becomes mobile at least…

Ugh! As if.

Recently I had a conversation with a couple of friends about Clueless – what a film. The Mean Girls of the older end of the Millennial scale and as it’s been out for over 20 years, which makes me feel pretty old.

I remember watching the film with such fondness. Not only did it give a dumpy teenage me the hope that no matter how much of a dork I acted, how clumsy I was or that I snorted when laughing, there would be some guy who would find that endearing. It certainly worked for Tai (got to say it – RIP Brittay Murphy). It shaped the way I spoke to my friends, introducing eloquent phrases into our vocabulary such as “hymenally challenged”, “urm, hello?’” and obviously, “ugh! As if”. In short I bloody loved it.

And it didn’t just teach me how to speak. Clueless taught me a few life lessons:


1. It is totally acceptable to scream when pulling onto the motorway.

2. Sometimes you have to show a little skin. This reminds boys of being naked, and then they think of sex.

3. Ren and Stimpy are indeed way existential.

4. Inviting a boy over to watch a VHS (DVD or now Netflix) is a great opportunity for seduction, but acting super casual is essential.

5. Paul Rudd has always been, and will always, be way hot.


So the conversation quickly turned to the clothes. One of the most memorable outfits was the classic yellow tartan skirt and jacket, worn with confidence. With tartan seeming to have made a comeback over the last few seasons I’m now wondering if it will be socially acceptable for me to hunt one down and be able to wear it with pride – jury is still out on that one.

Looking back, I wish I had been more inclined to have taken my sense of style from Clueless instead of sporting the baggy jeans, Sketchers sandals and string vests that plagued my wardrobe. Cher was effortlessly cool.

By day she sported a range of wild headgear and took layering to an extreme, by night she graced us with THAT white Calvin Klein number. Always bold, bright and wearing knee high socks with a give-a-shit-attitude, the cast of Clueless looked like totally, way, awesome.

But perhaps the most important take out, above everything, is that I always remember to keep rollin’ with my homies.