Always real. Rarely polished.
There may be trouble ahead. But while there’s moonlight, and music, and love, and romance… let’s face the music and dance.
Also: let’s have the wine, the tiffin, the toast, the odd meltdown, and the good coat that makes no sense with the weather.
This is not a lifestyle blog. It is not aspirational. It is a space for the bit in the middle, where real people live. Not Instagram influencers or a carefully curated social media page. Where most of us spend our day, the ones who lead and forget to eat, who try to make good choices but mutter “fuck me, that was difficult” at least once a day, the ones who start the week with a Mediterranean mindset and finish it with crisps and two glasses of Sauvignon Blanc.
I write about food, fasting, being overweight, overwrought, dressing for a body that changes, and working like someone who both gives a damn and occasionally gives up. I write from that in-between space, where nothing is quite sorted, but most of it still works.
This is a space for joy and for honesty. For Oscar Wilde’s “everything in moderation, including moderation.” For meals that were almost healthy. For books that remind you who you are. For clothes that fit your mood even if they do not match your shoes.
And for celebrating the imperfect. Because being perfect looks boring. And hard work. And who has time for that?
