I know, I think this might be the latest I've ever posted one of these. And I was just going to leave it - it feels irrelevant to relive 2016 halfway through January, not to say depressing - but I was surprised: it cheered me right up. Looking through all our photos, remembering the small, lovely … Continue reading 2016: the things underneath
I had a professor once, at university, who sat us down at the beginning of our module - the two of us, in the study we'd had to go through three quads and two staircases to find - and gave us a reading list of books and articles he'd written himself. And that was, like, … Continue reading 2015, in bits and pieces
Like United Airlines on days ending in 'y', I'm a little behind. It feels silly to be posting a year-in-review when we've clearly been in January for an age. January has a particular flavour to it, don't you think? You can taste it in your mouth. It's like December never happened. Still. I like to … Continue reading The year of the wave
Dear friends, may I speak freely here? I am going into this Christmas season twitchy with anxiety. There are too many bodily fluids escaping over my floor and not enough eating. Our house is getting smaller the longer we stay inside, and the thinner and paler Henry gets, the more I fantasize about just parking … Continue reading Welcome back, Year in Instagram!
I looked this morning at my 2011 retrospective. So much happened that year - big, tumultuous, never-the-same-again life events - that I could hardly fit it all in one post. But 2012 hasn't been the same: mostly just the growing of a boy, and our normal lives, and a lot of thinking and writing. As … Continue reading The year of magical thinking
Sometimes I look back and think 'golly, what was it like in the days when you ate dinner without publishing a sepia-toned photo of chicken to all of your 400 closest friends?' But mostly, I just love Instagram. If I were a bacon sandwich (if only), Instagram would be the ketchup. If I were a … Continue reading Instagrammatic
Happy new year! As we watched the New Year's fireworks and clinked our glasses together in bed (rock on, little party demons) I felt really quite quivery-lipped to let the old year go. It's been a humdinger. In 2011, we: received some startling news on New Year's Day; ate our own weight in raisins and … Continue reading Jam-packed as a suitcase full of jam