I need to talk about my feelings. Just as I posted about the realities of my pregnancies, the birth of my daughter, and the vulnerability that comes with the postpartum period, I want to write to you now about death. Birth and death have become so removed from our everyday lives in this postmodern age that they are now taboo. It’s strange for me to write about (It feels a bit like using your non dominant hand for a simple task) and I’m sure it’s uncomfortable for you to read about. Nevertheless, birth and death are the opposing forces that keep the perpetual motion machine of life spinning. Willingness to explore them helps me to remain grateful and be present. It also opens up an opportunity for connection through discussion. If this is too much for you right now, that’s ok. Tap out. If you want to be with me in another very human moment, let’s carry on. My mother is dying. Well, she’s been dying since 2015, but now it’s really happening. She is going. Death is both a fa
Oh, lovely readers of mine! This is an especially happy post. I haven't had time to work with a brand since before my nursing degree, when I was a sponsored model and bloguese for gothic jeweler The Crypt of Curiosities . But now that I'm on maternity leave and have organised my wacky brain a bit after settling into nurse life, I'm excited to have been sent some absolutely beautiful handmade soaps from artisan company Saffie Bea . And once my body fully recovers from the postpartum aftermath, I'll finally be getting around to doing a long-awaited photoshoot and review of some truly special garments from gothic designer Phantomlovely. Saffie Bea is a purveyor of handmade glycerine soaps, soy candles, and ceramics based in Harrogate in the north of England. They sent me four soaps to review, of which this will be the first. I think the packaging is very sweet. The recycled heavy card box and mandala design gets the bohemian message across while remaining ti