My feelings about Christmas changed on Boxing Day last year. I’ve blogged about it before, but there was just so much stuff. It was partly – cough, mostly – my fault. And I’d had enough. I resolved to change things. And I have. The boys have fewer presents this year, and I’ve only made one of those ohmygod-they-need-more-gifts-to-unwrap panic buy purchases. And then I felt guilty and resolved not to buy anything more. I made a list, I checked it twice… and I’ve stuck to it. It’s divided into different sections; I’ve spread the delivery methods across the festive season… View Post

I love Christmas. Always have, always will. And I’m determined that my boys will grow up and love it too. Not for the presents, or the toys. But because it’s a magical time of year. The excitement of Santa, the family traditions, and the memories made. I probably wouldn’t list them in that order (note: probably) but I know Small Human would definitely rank Santa first. Followed by Christmas lights, Ho Ho trees and, of course, the presents. I also don’t want Christmas just to be about ‘one day’ and bucketloads of presents. He’s small and easily overwhelmed. Hell, I’m… View Post

I don’t do regrets, but if I did they’d probably be a list of things I wish I’d spent less money on. Like an impulsive holiday to Greece which I stuck on credit card (yelp! Although I really did need a break from a horrible work environment…), or a £150 coat which I was barely going to wear – one which my now-husband describes as a ‘sheep coat’. Thanks. Mr Thrifty Fox and I got married just over three years ago. We didn’t want to spend much money on the Big Day, so kept costs relatively low. We spent around… View Post

There’s something I just love about Halloween. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but the day evokes the same kinds of emotions as Christmas. Halloween always captured my imagination when I was growing up; raiding my mother’s make-up box leftovers, crunching scratchy cheap costumes between my fingers, and the excitement of returning home and opening up a bag of mystery sweets to see what was within. It was never disappointing; it couldn’t be. You dressed up, carved a pumpkin, and ate sweets. Simple. There was a wonderful camaraderie between the neighbours, as you traipsed from house to house… View Post

Children’s clothes can be expensive. And no, I’m not just talking about branded or designer stuff which is obviously going to drain your bank account quicker than I can drain chocolate-flavoured cocktails. But when you find yourself paying £15 for a pack of three sleep-suits which might only get a week’s wear… yeah, you get the idea. Particularly when you need to buy at least three packs. Would you spend £45 on a top or outfit which you could only wear for a week? I know I wouldn’t. Or at least, not intentionally. If I really wanted to, I could… View Post