When did I become that mum that would rather clean up her mess than stop her making it? When I follow her around the supermarket saying ‘Sorry’ and ‘Just go around’ versus wrestling her into the trolley? Where I end up buying the jar of sprinkles she’s been using as maracas during the entire shopping…
I’m very much a believer in imperfect is just perfect. An image that captures emotion, personality, relationships has much more going for it than the forced smile shot, even if it has better lighting or a prettier backdrop. Raw can be powerful. I’ve a couple of raw images I adore because they allow me to…
Some days I don’t love reality. When you’re surviving on night naps not sleep. When you’ve been pinched, scratched and bitten way more than you can handle. When you’ve had to clean poop from the bath. When you’ve worn out the ‘long days, short years’ mantra by saying it so many times it no longer…