Family, Inspiration, real life, Uncategorized, Whatever, women


Have you ever felt the love of another woman, the love between sisters?

I’m not lucky enough to have any siblings, but I can say that I have plenty of great female friends that I could call a sister. You know the kind. The ones who you share your innermost secrets with, perhaps the friend who goes back so far in your past they know you as well as you know yourself. The ones who have shared the good times, and relished in the experience. And held your hand through the bad times when things have been tough. The ones who pick you up when you fall down, or stop you from falling down in the first place. I’d like to thinks that most of us have been fortunate enough to have had this kind of sister sometime in our lives.

The word sister conjures up all sorts of ideas doesn’t it? Blood sisters, two little girls dressed the same, sharing the same toys, living in the same house. Or the same two when they are older fighting over the bathroom, makeup and boyfriends. But it also makes me think of something else. The sisterhood of women who go though the same pain and suffering to be who we are. And not just the physical pain of being a woman, but the experiences we all go through. Being excluded from a group of friends because of our differences perhaps? And never forget this isn’t an exclusive experience that only happens to the young. Older women feel this too, the divorcee or widow on her own within a group of married friends, often those friends don’t realise they are doing it. The experiences of discrimination in the work place simply because we are a woman – who knows – we might go off and get married and have children, heaven forbid! It is a statistic that even in this day and age women are over-looked for promotion in the workplace for all sorts of reasons. They are not often noticed as much as men; I don’t like the word pushy, but sometimes women aren’t so good at being noticed for the right reasons as men. It’s not always about what you know, but who you know, getting noticed for the work that you do, and what skills you can bring to a job.

I like to think I take the middle ground on feminism. I will certainly try and do something myself, but if I can’t, and there is a man, or a more capable woman around, I wont be afraid to ask. Of course I can fill up my own petrol in the car; I can change a light bulb and even wire a plug. I build flat pack furniture as well as anyone else, and I have given tiling a go. But I can’t make a cheese sauce to save my life, and I wouldn’t know where to start at changing a tyre. What I’m saying is – we all have skills, they may fall into the category of the gender stereotype, but so what. You do what you can do and find help with other jobs. Imagine if we were all button counters!

I’m updating my post now that I am a mother in law (in one form or another) and grandmother. I hope my two special daughter in laws feel able to look upon me as some kind of support and not an ogre. I bite my tongue and support in subtle – and often not so subtle ways. They are daughter bestowed on me by my son’s- independent and outstanding in their own rights. They are lion tamers and powerful. And we are sisters in kind. And my grandaughter – is a fighter and a force to be reckoned with. Not an easy start to life, but surrounded by support from the sisterhood from the get-go. She will take this batton going forward and feel the warmth of the sisterhood.

Family, Inspiration, real life, Uncategorized, Whatever

I’ve got it sorted thanks!

I’m sitting in the ‘office’ listening to the noises in the house. It’s a glorified bedroom really, with some desk space, a shelf holding lots of magazines, a paper holder and few containers where I plop my pens when I’ve finished writing with them. It is decorated in shades of blue, my sons favourite colours. But he has moved into the bigger bedroom, as his older brother has moved out. I love it in here. Its my space where I can disappear from those noises in the house that often over whelm me. Hubby has the football in the living room, the radio is singing loudly from the kitchen, chatting and whooping when a goal is scored, the dog barking either to go out, or come in again. The washing machine whizzing back and fore, and the dishwasher clanking and buzzing.  Can you hear it? Its the sound of the cacophony of everyday life in a ‘normal’ family household.

Well today I’m listening to some very different sounds. The sounds of organisation. The sounds of some one deciding where all their worldly belongings will go. Which drawer will the summer shorts go? Where will the jumpers go. Goodness it sounds so very boring doesn’t it, but its very important! Why would you put your jumpers in the top of the cabinet in May, when you wont need them again until October! And your summer shorts, you certainly wouldn’t want to be bending down to retrieve them from the bottom drawer every day. Underwear neatly folded, socks paired up, suits hanging together, and shirts ironed and hanging up neatly.

When time is of the essence in the morning, when every extra minute searching for your clothes means you loose the opportunity for an extra few minutes in bed, well you can see why its important to be organised cant you! There is a famous professional who only wears the same colour shirt, suit, socks and shoes for work every day, because he says he needs to save his brain power for the important thinking tasks at work – I could go with that. But I also love the creativity of disorganisation, not finding just that right colour scarf for the shirt, making do, and then realising they compliment one another anyway!

We can’t have it all ways I suppose can we?  What works for some – doesn’t work for others, and that is what makes the world go round.





When the invisible disability becomes visible

When the invisible disability becomes visible. Amazing isn’t it? I read this blog, and thought of my mam and dad. They both had mental health issues – an unseen illness. She always said that if she had a broken leg she would get more sympathy!

Its the unseen..the unknown! That’s why so many people don’t understand. A little education goes a long way!