“Mummy, why come my hair isn’t soft like yours?” I drop the comb into my lap and sigh. “It’s HOW come, baby. How come.” She shuffles round to look up at me from her spot on the floor, and my breath catches in my throat. Every time I look at her I see her father. … Continue reading Untamed
There’s one thing you should know about me. I don’t play when it comes to my nails- they must be “did” at all times. Back in the day, my mum had to ban me from using her nail polish. I was enchanted by the plethora of choices that were (literally) at my fingertips. and couldn’t … Continue reading Nailed it!