The Greatest Hits
I've blogged on and off for years but this is the first time it's stuck. A year ago, I moved to Squarespace and the devil wears tartan as it is now, was born. Looking through the archive, I'm proud of myself and proud of my writing. I need to keep pushing on and I will!
Here are some of my favourite posts from the past year and you can click on any of the titles to read them again. Thank you so much to everyone who reads and comments. It means the world to me.
As the rest of the UK geared up for the EU referendum, us Scots felt like experienced older siblings; we'd been through all this almost two years before. This time, I voted to stay, as the rest of Scotland overwhelmingly did too. I wrote about the emotional side of politics (and hope to do so again soon).
When I flew down to London for my dreaded hormone tests, I decided to take my hormonal lemons and make lemonade by meeting up with Hannah and Sophie for a boozy lunch in North London the day before. This was my first outfit post and it's hard to take bad photos when you're wearing this jacket.
I've moved house a lot, including to and from London. All the emotion attached to books goes out the window when you're moving house via four overnight megabus trips. In this post, I talk about the books that have survived the different flats and houses and why they mean so much to me.
This was a turning point for me on the blog. The point I decided to be more open in what I wrote. The point where I started to reflect my real life, open self on the blog. The point a family friend told my mother she was concerned about my content which, to me, meant I was doing something right.
It's almost a year since I was last tattooed; I'm saving money and also plan on giving blood a few times before I go under the needle again. In this post, I discuss my artwork so far...
My relationship with exercise has been long and complicated but I'm finally a runner. These are my tips for running when, like me, you were the chubby child at school who once got stuck trying to jump over a hobby horse in P.E.
I celebrated a year of living with Mike and the home we have created; the one I always wanted.
We're a generation who believes that if you enjoy a hobby, you should be trying to make a living from it. Somewhere in my life, I got the impression that my writing was worthless unless there was a chance it was leading to bigger and better things. Reading Elizabeth Gilbert's book on creativity changed my outlook.
Drumroll....the final post I'm pleased with. I finally got sick of the word 'slut' being used in such a derogatory way and wrote about my periods of promiscuity and what the word really means.