If you’d asked me a year ago what my opinion was on the epithet of “Mumpreneur”, I’d have probably screwed up my nose in a similar way that my toddler does when I try and feed him something healthy when he’s asked for pink crisps. Again. It’s twee, and a cliche. But then again, most portmanteaus are; it goes with the territory. It’s a description I usually read in Facebook biographies – if you can call them that – or in tabloid newspaper headlines. Usually accompanied by the word #girlboss and an illustrative emoji or two 👩🏻‍💻👑 The surrounding discourse… 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

On Saturday I did my first ever craft fair. I’m not sure I would describe it as a roaring success. I didn’t lose money, but I didn’t make much either. It certainly didn’t feel particularly successful considering I was up until 1am the night before. But I know it’s about playing a long game; success doesn’t happen overnight. Or at 1am.   Do a Mock-up You can never over-prepare. Do a mock-up of your stall layout, so you know how your products look best displayed. Also mock packing up and unpacking your goods, so you know a) how long this… View Post

My mother and I have a recurring conversation every month or so. It’s about home ownership. Or rather, our lack of home ownership. “You really need a third bedroom,” she says, as though reading out a supermarket shopping list rather than adding thousands of pounds to an already unattainable mortgage. “Oh, and a garden. Y’know, for the kids.” I explain that the house she’s described costs around £300k where we live. It’s usually met with silence. It’s not just my mother though — every week I seem to read similar articles. From the smoke and mirrors of avocado toast to… View Post

Just over two years ago I started freelancing. I was on maternity leave with Small Human and statutory maternity pay was crippling our finances. It was a real sink or swim moment; not just a case of tightening our belts. We needed a longer belt. So, time to get a side hustle. Although, at the time I didn’t call it a ‘side hustle’, it was simply a way of affording to do things like buy nappies and eat food. I only did three hours a week, but it was enough to keep us afloat. I won’t lie, it was tough… View Post