Finding hope in… football?

There’s a donate link at the bottom of this post for Show Racism The Red Card. If you want to skip the nonsense and scroll right there then feel free. It has been hard to feel inspired in the pandemic. I know some of us have really thrived creatively – and the slower pace of…

Spicy vegetable peanut soup

I’m sure I’m not alone in my surprise (and slight disappointment) at the postponing of spring. As this frosty winter weather rears its ugly head, I don’t know about you, but I’m craving proper cold weather fare – a hot bowl of steaming soup that warms you from the inside out. But I’m starting to…

A week in London

I confess, I can be kinda terrible at this content planning thing (in my personal life, anyway – it’s kinda my job at work). It can be difficult to find the time, will and energy to write things to a deadline when you’re doing it for yourself. You can’t force the chatty voice or thoughtful…

My breast reduction journey

I’ve deliberately waited a long time to write this post. Even now, I’m wondering if this is the right time, because the ‘journey’ of my breasts is far from over (I mean, they’re with me for the rest of my life) and I don’t know how I’m going to feel in six months, a year,…

Bonfire night and a small, but important discovery

Hi, my name is Hattie. I hate loud noises but love sparkly things. You can see how this might make bonfire night a time of particularly conflicting feelings for me. Usually, what pushes the 5th of November over into my long, long list of dislikes is that it’s in winter, and winter is absolutely categorically…

23 things I’ve learned in 23 years

This week, I turned 23. I’m kind of at a point in my life where I don’t think birthdays are really much of a big deal to me. They don’t yet inspire dread, but they’re just a benchmark with which to measure how much of the year has passed. I had a wonderful, relaxed day,…

Meeting the red pandas at Longleat Safari Park

My boyfriend, historically, is not too good at presents. One year he got me a ‘cuddly toy’ that turned out to be a squeaky duck meant for dogs. No, that gift-giving experience was not great for either of us. That’s why I was incredibly shocked and amazed when last year, for my 22nd birthday, he…

My first month in a graduate job

“What are you doing once you finish uni?”The sentence every undrgrad dreads. The kind of sentence that makes you want to reply “I don’t fucking know what I’m doing, Carol, what are you planning to do about your barely-concealed functional alcoholism?” Maybe it’s easier if you do a subject that has a clear job attached…

Southampton Bloggers You Need To Be Following On Instagram

I’ve lived in Southampton all my life. It is by no means the most beautiful, exciting or progressive city, but it is home. I learnt to ride a bike on The Common, I went to my first ever gig at The Joiners, kissed my boyfriend for the first time next to the old walls. I…