Raising Feminists #3
How come when you’re on holidays even laundry hanging out the window looks pretty. Not sure it would have the same impact here.
I have to laugh at this picture because it looks so posed and so blatantly not really like me. But it’s so Instagram. When we were away I saw loads of women posing for pics ; I saw a woman taking a staged bite out of an apple with the cliffs falling away to the ocean behind her. I saw a woman sitting precariously on a wall with a sharp fall down to the beach, legs tensed to accentuate her muscles. And do you know what? I thought it was totally fabulous. These women saying “ look at me.” “ Look at me enjoying my life and looking like my best self.” Sure , how could you argue with that ?
I don’t know what it is about sun holidays , but I find myself overwhelmed with nostalgia. This poem isn’t about anyone in particular, rather it’s about all the holidays and memories and people of summers gone by. #instapoem #nostalgia #summer
I think this is my most, possibly only, Instagrammable pose of the holidays.
Quote from Adrienne Rich in my new blog post “ I am a mother , and I am “ on maternal needs, guilt and valuing motherhood . #linkinbio #motherhood
I’ve abandoned the last two books I tried to read. I never used to do that, but now, yes I agree life is too short to plough on with a book you’re not enjoying. Heard very good things about this, and its courtesy of my local library, which I am visiting more and more regularly. You may also notice the fetching Spider-Man bedspread. I am banished to Jake’s room : have finally abandoned the sitting on the floor when Rachel falls asleep routine , but haven’t progressed to being allowed downstairs yet. There is a noisy movie being watched in my room , so here I am, with Deborah Levy and Spider Man.
Rachel, taking up space. #fouryearoldgirlscanruletheworld
“ Take my picture “ he said, then turned to look out to sea, with more than a touch of melodrama.