And then just like that out of nowhere a single grey hair straight down my signature middle path reared its lifeless head. Trust me I have been excitedly anticipating my debut grey hair for years now but not the ‘holy crap, I am old!’ realisation that followed shortly after. I sensed my fate to be that of a somewhat graceful experienced tinker fairy. But here I am in this Covid-19 weird world pause and boom I am old. Yip PMS, pimples, wrinkles and grey hair say hi to the
It’s been a while, my wild child. I guess I was searching for something that was there all the time– it happens with physical items; my phone in my pocket is a classic example so why wouldn’t that happen with the intangible? So, here’s some of the story so far: people keep saying to me that I am an influencer, but for some reason, this just does not bode well with me. Ps. There’s only one way to my heart – tell me that I am clever, and we will probably be friends forever.
Here goes my #True Story about, still pinching myself many months later trip, to Paris. I simply just needed to go get some of the fresh Irish air into my lungs after being away for exactly four years – somehow that green grass has the ability to ground me – that immigrant heritage in my blood is ever so strong! But tickets via Paris were cheaper and the kids where stoked anout the idea of Disneyland, so that was a no brainer. Plus, mama is now all Laaniraani with the fashi
Well not quite, but it’s working its magic. Tangerine, burnt orange, rust if you must, hell even a good ole pop of Fanta orange – spells fun; full stop. Orange is the only colour that shares its name with a fruit – so when you see orange your brain can almost smell and taste the fruit. It’s really a sensory overload – warms you right up in the autumn and in winter it conjures up thoughts of the leaves turning all kinda gorgeous shades of orange – I can smell the fragrance