Happy Monday #21

Oh yes, it's back - a quick round up of a few of the things that are making me happy right now.

1. Instagram Stories



Inasmuch as Instagram proper can drive me a little nuts with the algorithmic nonsense and non-chronological feed and bots bots bots, at its best it's a great way to share, and in stories I love sharing the little snippets of my day-to-day life. I'm cmclaire over there. Above, the chaos unleashed while I babysat a friend's child last week.

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Happy Monday #18

It's Monday, it's the start of the week, which means it's time for a lovely, positive start to the week. Katy and Jasmin inspired me with their cheery posts each week, and now, when schedule allows, I join in with a happy Monday of my own. Originally I updated weekly, but as the year has progressed and life has changed (and will continue to do so as we move into 2017), I will be doing these on a more ad hoc basis - when I've time and things to share I'll be here :).

1. A very happy birthday




On Saturday I turned 36 (36, man!) and had a lovely, lovely day. Cards and cakes and messages and wine and wonderful people meant I entered a new year on the planet feeling happy, lucky, and surrounded by love. I'm so fortunate to have the people I have in my life.

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Gift Guide: For Babies and Toddlers



As I mentioned last week, I'm going to be doing my gift guides a little differently this year. By nature a planner, I really enjoy having a good think about what to gift and for me the months of October and November are a fun season of thinking about presents and planning what to give. Add in all the fun that I had at various 'Christmas in July' events earlier in the year and I am just full to bursting with inspiration!

Rather than doing gifts guides for him, or gifts guides for her, this year I'm arranging my guides around themes, so the lists will address a certain interest, area or passion. Each post has an accompanying Pinterest board too, so I can keep adding great finds as I come to them! I hope these prove useful and that you might find an item or two that works for you.

As a proud auntie and godmother, selecting presents for the little folk in my life is a real pleasure. Whether it's adorable outfits, great books or fun toys, there are so many wonderful things for little people to enjoy!

I love the book The Fox and the Star (£6.99, Waterstones) - it's a very sweet story and the illustrations are beautiful.  I have a soft spot too for this gorgeous polar bear romper (£22.50, Boden) which looks lovely and cosy for little folk in the December chill!
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Happy Monday/Ten Happy Things #11

It's Monday, it's the start of the week, and I'm joining up as ever with Katy and Jasmin for a lovely, positive start to the week. Let's go!

1. Holidays right on the horizon!

From months to weeks to days, our holiday has finally come right into view. I can't wait to explore New York and Boston, revisit Toronto, and go back to the play-area-for-grown-ups that is Vegas! Beautiful hotels, so much to see, catching up with friends and amazing food are all on the menu, and I can't wait. Our dear friend Shona is kitty- and house-sittign for us too, so there are no worries on that front (the trio love Aunty Shona!).

There's a bottle of Laurent-Perrier Rosé in the fridge chilling all ready for Friday evening!

2. Theatrical fun

Between Pride and Prejudice and Vanities last week, I'm in a very theatrical spot right now! I must get some tickets arranges for the last few months of the year. We'll definitely try to catch some theatre in New York too. Hamilton's a non-starter (resale tickets only, and they are all about £1000 for a pair), so we've gone for the next best thing and are preparing to laugh our socks off at Spamilton instead. We'll definitely try the ticket lottery while we are in town too, although with odds of 10,000/1 it will be the most foolhardy gambling of the whole trip!

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Happy Monday/Ten Happy Things #2

I love doing little round ups and am almost unremittingly optimistic, so as we move through this month and beyond I've committed to joining in with Katy's 'Happy Mondays' and Jasmin's 'Ten Happy Things' link ups. Such a lovely way to start the week! Part one of this can be found here, but now let's crack on with part 2.

1. Kitties!

Our trio are on excellent form at the moment.  As it's a busy month for writing and house projects, I'm around a lot, and being able to punctuate my days with kitty cuddles is always a treat!

Matthew gets lots of lunchtime pictures like this.

It was also Matthew's birthday last week, when I was able to give him his wonderful, kitty-centric gift, created by our awesomely talented friend, Emily.

*SUCH* a talent

2. Recipe development.

I am having the most fun devising some new recipes and cocktails to share here. As someone who loves to cook it's so fun to be able to write about it and have people feedback.

3. Windsor.

This past weekend we went to Ascot (more on that later) and we stayed on the outskirts of Windsor to make travel to and from the racecourse easier. Matthew's parents and he and I enjoyed having a little wander around the town, taking in the castle, spying a bevy of swans, and having a delicious meal at the charming Windsor Grill. It was such a lovely wee spot to explore!

4. Crazy Ex-Girlfriend.

The lovely Erica mentioned this show as a must-watch, so I added it to my Netflix queue. And I love it. It is so funny & quirky & perfect to watch when you're chilling out. Have you seen it?

5. Snapchat.

It took me a while to get into Snapchat, but now I love it - for me it's like a little vlog of my days and I love the immediacy and the silliness of the platform. As well as sharing on the app I also sharing my daily videos over on my blog's facebook page, so it's a fun way to have little videos of my adventures. If you're on snapchat and we are not friends yet, I'm cmclaire12 over there. I share about cats, books, events and fun, mainly. With occasional ridiculous selfies, of course.

6. Smoothies for breakfast.

I am trying to be a little healthier, in order to be a littler Claire. Part of this is smoothies for breakfast! I've found a protein powder I love for proteiny days (Sculptress - affiliate link), and the most amazing freezer packs for fruit smoothies or green smmothies from Ocado. It's going well - some mornings I go light, other mornings I go crazy, but it's a nice filling start to the day!

7. Katy's lovely Brighton vlog.

A couple of weeks back I wrote about my visit to Brighton with Katy, as part of the fab #inbedwithibis event.  She posted her vlog about the event yesterday, and it's so fun. She's so great on camera, and I was cracking up at my silly dirty laugh in the background of so many shots. We had such fun!



8. Ascot.

Matthew and John, my father-in-law, both have summer birthdays, so well always try to get together with them for a little birthday treat. Last year we went to to Formula 1, and this year we had a whale of a time at Ascot for the races! It was a great day, with some people profiting on their flutters and others....not. More than anything it was fabulous to spend time together, as well as hang out with our dear friend Chalmers, who happened to be in attendance as well.

Love whenever we get time to spend with either side of our families. We're both so lucky to love our in-laws.


9. Sunshine.

How brilliant is it to have the sun back again?

10. Christmas in July.

I am feeling so spoiled with the wonderful Christmas in July events I've been able to go along to. I marvelled at the beauties on display at the Marks and Spencer event (and adored catching up with the lovely Jaye and Natasha, who I bumped into there!), swanned around Somerset House to see Lakeland's offerings, and loved the Winter Wonderland created by John Lewis. I also got to see the A/W16 preview for Neptune and promptly fell in love with oh-so-many homewares.  I'm looking forward to more events later this month and have spotted so many great items to write and share about as we head into autumn and towards Christmas (eek!).



The 'make your own gin' bar at M & S was AMAZING! Can't wait to sample my creation in a fortnight.

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The Lakeland event was full of wonder and whimsy - and amazing gift ideas, like the above which I am so hoping to find in my stocking!

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At Neptune I loved the big, light space and the beautiful pieces on display - so much inspiration, made me want to go straight home and get sketching!


The John Lewis event, housed in the RSA building, was stunning. In the midst of a hot London summer's day, you descended the stairs into a winter wonderland. So many beautiful items and products on display.

So that was the last lovely week - here's to another one!


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Book Review: My Name Is Leon


Those of you who read here often will know a lot about me. I'm obsessed with cats, I love cheesey movies, I spend too much money on stationery and pyjamas, and I adore my tribe (both related and non-related; online and IRL). I talk about a lot of things here, often at length - blame my natural chattiness and my passion for writing and sharing for that. There are some things that I don't write about as often, or mention at all, even though in life I'm an open book about them...they just don't come up as much.

Today, I'll be chatting about a couple of things I haven't mentioned much before on the blog (forgive me if I have - over a decade of writing to process when making that statement), simply because I think they give me a bit of a different take and a different insight on the book I'm reviewing. And those topics are two things I'm passionate about, and which have changed and affected my life in a real, tangible and huge way; adoption and fostering.

In my life (gosh, I sound like an aged woodland creature in a Disney film now) I've encountered both, and both have changed my life. Forgive me if we're friends in real life and you've heard this tale before. First, let's look at adoption. On  a first glance, my family looks very normal (perhaps not if you join us for supper though; we're an opinionated group of stubborn, silly folk), but we're also a family built with adoption at the heart.

My mother is my biological parent, but my dad is my adoptive father. I've never met my biological father. In my more flippant moments I say he gave me two things, some DNA and a signature; when I'm feeling more reflective I can appreciate that there are parts of my physicality that favour his side from the few pictures I've seen - my Scottish stockiness, enormo-hands and bright blue eyes certainly don't come from my mother's side!

I've never felt the need to 'find' him because in all truth I don't really need to; I have a dad. Anyone whose spent time with me and dad will realise that it's a pure triumph of nurture over nature - we have the same ridiculous (and horribly immature) sense of humour, the same love of a drink with friends, the same tell when we're about to lose our temper, the same love of music and film. Adoption doesn't always work, but in our family's case it really, truly has.

When I was a baby, before mum and dad met (my biological father left while my mother was pregnant. Again here my reaction varies from a sarcastic slowclap to empathy for someone trapped in a situation they disliked so much they felt they had to bolt. Depends on the day, to be honest), mum and I lived in a small council house in rural Scotland and things were...not good. Mum was an absolutely devoted parent and did everything she could to keep me safe, warm and happy, but the money just wasn't there for two people. So she barely ate, and was stressed beyond belief. This all came to a head and eventually she was hospitalised with malnutrition. Ah, the eighties.

At this point I came into the remit of the care services. Discussions were had about what to do (again, I was a baby, so please allow a little artistic licence here - I'm building on stories told by others!), and eventually it was decided I'd be fostered by a family who lived in the same town as us for a few weeks. And that was the start of a relationship which has been going for over three decades now....

Frank & Sandra, my foster parents, are two of the kindest, funniest and humblest people I know. Without their help, the lives of both me and my mum would have been much, much poorer. My mum loves to tell the story of how Sandra came to drop me back at the end of my fostering placement and told one of the best white lies ever. Taking one look at my tired, isolated mum and probably realising that what she most needed was a little help, Sandra gushed about how much they loved having me to stay, and please would my mum allow the family to have me to stay for a day or two each week?  My mum said yes, and for the next few years until we moved away from the area I stayed one or two nights a week with my foster family. For mum it was a chance to work and get healthy and make plans; for me it was a chance to be part of a family where I was utterly doted upon - some of my first memories are from time spent with Sandra, Frank and their four children.

Even when I moved away, we stayed in contact through cards and letters, visits and get-togethers, and I'm far closer to Frank & Sandra and their children than any of my biological cousins, aunts or uncles. Again, nurture trumped nature on just about every level. They are two of the greatest people I know (and I know some pretty awesome people) and their heart for fostering and adoption is a marvel. They have changed the lives of dozens of children for the better, and without them my life would have been very much the poorer.

I found myself thinking of Sandra and Frank often when reading My Name Is Leon, the debut novel from Kit de Waal, a story with fostering and adoption at its very heart.  My Name Is Leon follows the story of Leon and his baby brother Jake when they are taken into care. Children of the same mother, but different fathers, the boys are pulled on two very different paths by the fickle machinations of the care system.

The story unfolds from Leon's point of view, which I found incredibly touching, and which gives a real sense of the lost-ness and bewilderment of a child struggling to understand the very adult situations around him. The relationships, whether between Leon and Jake, or his mother, or Maureen (on whom more later in the review), or Tufty, are adeptly drawn and infused with rawness and emotion.

The book evokes the mood and feel of the eighties wonderfully, from Curly Wurlys to BMX bikes to the songs on the radio: I can almost see the all-brown-everything sitting room furniture of my youth.  Leon is a narrator to treasure, and his nine-year-old point of view and frame of reference adds a real pathos to proceedings - there are several scenes where as adults we readers understand situations before Leon is able to do so.

De Waal writes her characters with a keen eye - she's both steady in description but able to shy away from judgement, and this lends a real humaity to the people she's created. Maureen, Leon's foster-carer, is a character to cherish, as well as a real representation of the thousands of hardworking, wonderful, under-reported foster parents in this country. The media seizes upon any wrongdoing by people who work with children in care (and are correct to do so) but they are woefully poor at celebrating the very many carers doing good, hard, testing work with some of our most vulnerable children and young people. Hopefully if we see a few more books with characters as honest, fullsome and real as Maureen we can move towards a fairer portrait of affairs, where we can root out the wrongdoers and share the inspirational stories of the good in equal measure. We need more foster carers in every area of the country, and I hope that a lot of politicians and policy makers encounter books and characters like My Name Is Leon and Maureen.

My Name Is Leon is a special and important book. It's both a wonderful, entertaining, moving story and a book that shines a light on an area of national life we don't always hear about. A story about the unexpected twists that life can take, and the unusual places where we can find love, belonging, and a place to call home. Released next month, I cannot recommend it more highly; for me this is one of the must read pieces of fiction of the year.
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Travel: A visit to Aberdeen


This club sign made us giggle - wow, TfL are expanding their reach!

After the hibernation of January and February, this month sees us heading off on two little trips.  Both are visits to places I've lived before and haven't been back to in ages.  I've been saying for a while I wanted to take Matthew up to Aberdeen, where I studied for four years, and last weekend we made the journey up to the Granite City.  Later in the month we are heading over to Luxembourg, where I aupaired for a few months after university.

For our journey up, Matthew had two complimentary tickets in first class (loyalty scheme win: thanks, all those farflung football fixtures!), so we decided to take the journey up by train.  We caught the 10am train from Kings Cross, which then delivered us to Aberdeen a little after 5pm.  Our journey was smooth and uneventful - the crew kept us going with food, drinks and snacks and we whiled away the day with reading, watching downloaded TV shows, listening to music and generally lazing.  It was so nice to have a day together when neither of us was dashing off somewhere!

Long journey!

All set up for the journey


I love the 'Hop On Board' beer on Virgin East Coast.  So fun!  Matthew's pie smelled amazing - I totally had lunch-envy.


Once we arrived in Aberdeen we stepped out of the train station and our hotel was all of fifty metres from the exit.  Since I left the city in 2003 all sorts of developments have sprung up, including the giant Union Square development of shops and restaurants where our hotel, the Jurys Inn, was located.  This was my first stay in a Jurys Inn and I was pleasantly surprised; the location was fantastic (as well as being close the the train station it has the bus station on the other side, and is a stone's throw from Union Street), the rooms were clean and well appointed, and the staff in the bar downstairs were very polite and sweet, and didn't mock me when my drink of choice on a Saturday night was a nice cup of tea.

After unpacking and freshening up, we headed out for dinner at Amarone.  I'd heard great things about this Italian restuarant and we were not disappointed, tucking in to a lovely meal in a comfy booth at the back.  It's a big place but the tables and banquettes are well-appointed and the acoustics forgiving, so we were able to have good chats even in a very busy restaurant.  Matthew enjoyed a generous calzone, and I tucked into a delicious chicken with mushrooms and pancetta.  Delightful.  After that we headed for a couple of drinks and a little blackjack at the Soul Casino on Union Street; we went early in the evening so there were only a half-dozen people there - perfect for avoiding the St Patrick's Day crowds who were thronging to the other pubs in town. The casino was no doubt mobbed later on! After a long day travelling (albeit very comfortably) we were ready to turn in.





The next day we woke up after a huge sleep to find we'd missed breakfast altogether and that it was almost time to head out for lunch.  My brother Peter and his girlfriend Julie live in the city so we'd planned to meet them for lunch, and as Union Square is full of restaurants we figured that was as good a place as any to catch up.  We ate and chatted and got properly caught up - I hadn't seen them since my sister Sian's wedding last January so it was wonderful to see them in person.

So fun to see my 'little' brother, now half a foot taller than me!


After that Matthew and I went for a walk around some of my old favourite spots, as well as having a good nose around the Old Aberdeen, where the university has its base.  It was so fun to walk around the place where I learned so much and made such great friends and lovely memories.  After a few hours we wended our way back to the city, where we popped into the 6 degrees North brewpub, with its stellar collection of brews.  Then we walked all of fifty metres up the road to the flagship BrewDog pub to finish off our evening, where I bumped into a lady, Sheena, who had lived in the flat above me my final year of university.  We spent a good half hour catching up on the dozen years or so we hadn't seen each other!

King's College Chapel

I love that the animal of Scotland is the unicorn

I was always tickled that the English and Film departments were based in the Old Brewery.

Whiskeys at the St Machar Bar

Boozy coffee = winning

Decisions, decisions at BrewDog


Such a fun day, but then it was time to rest up ahead of our jaunt to Stonehaven the day after. So lovely to be up in the north-east.
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The View from 35

 As I sit typing this wearing my party hat, it's my thirty-fifth birthday.  A ways away from thirty, with forty still a blip on the horizon, it feels like a nice age to be.  Those of you who've spoken to me about birthdays and getting older will know that I am loving my thirties, and I'm imagining that trend will continue as I toddle onwards through the decade.  I loved my twenties (for the most part), and much of my teens, but the thirties have brought with them a confidence, serenity, and at times a calm I really wasn't anticipating.

I remember when I was studying for my PGCE in Durham - which feels like a lifetime ago - Naomi and I would often cite 35 as a landmark age.  When we were contemplating our futures and mapping out our lifetime to do lists over cups and cups and cups of tea, this is the age we often fell on when setting benchmarks.  Those conversations seem so funny now, our little checklists, but I smile when I think of what we've achieved, and what we've let go of.  Life's journey is nothing if not amusing from time to time.

I was mulling over what to write in this post for the last week or so.  I knew baby photos were a must, and throughout this post I've shared dozens of pictures of my story so far - birthdays make me nostalgic. These pictures are chronological so they don't always go with the thought above (four-year-old me was not into cocktails)...but I hope they raise a smile.  For the main part of the post, I wanted to share 35 things I've learned.  So far.  Some of these lessons came hard, some came easy, but a birthday felt like a suitable time to share them...  I'd never claim to be the cleverest or wisest person in the room (to paraphrase Forrest Gump, "I may not be a smart girl..."), but I also feel like we all have a few things to share, a few pearls of wisdom to offer, a truth to tell.  These are mine, in no especial order - I'd love to hear some of yours in the comments.





1.  As much as you can, try to like yourself.  It can be hard not to get over-critical and unkind when looking at yourself in the mirror, but extend yourself a little kindness.  You're stuck with yourself for an awful long time, if you're lucky.



2. A warm bath and an early night can fix many things.



3. Vote! Participate.



4. Find a favourite cocktail (mine's a Tanqueray martini, straight up with a twist, extra dry).



5. Try to practice gratitude every day.  If you can read this, sitting in a warm space, with a full belly, on a computer or tablet or phone, you are already a lucky human being.  As am I.



6. Learn from your friends, family and others around you - their talents and skills can help you to improve.


7. In karaoke, go big or go home.

8. Ditto dancing.  And Christmas decorating.



9. Don't just berate your body for what it can't do.  Celebrate it for what it can do.



10. Surprise people with gifts, letters, treats, texts, emails, compliments whenever you can.  We all have opportunities to improve another person's day.



11. Make time for silence and stillness.



12. Some people just plain will not like you.  *dons sunglasses a la the 'deal with it' meme*



13. You cannot change people.  People change themselves.  You can help, you can hope, but you can't do the changing for them (or they for you).



14. If you're lucky enough to find a partner you love, appreciate them and help them as much as you can.  To do life together is a privilege and a delight.

15. Friendships fade, and friendships fail.  Learn to know the difference between those two things, and learn to let things go and move on, while still honouring the time shared.  The best friendships will grow and change and strengthen, and if you're lucky enough to have friends like that, huzzah!



16. Put time and effort into your home,  Nesting is worthwhile.


17. Sometimes a good cry is just what required.



18. Know when to leave a party.



19. Tell the people you love that you love them.  Do it often.



20. Learn when not to say anything.



21. Hug often.

22. Don't apologise for guilty pleasures.



23. Appreciate those around you.



24. Be gentle, with others and with yourself.

25. Helping others is good for the soul.  Whether it's helping a friend move, volunteering, or doing a little random act of kindness, there's so much to learn and gain from giving.



26. Find people who make you better, who make you laugh, who inspire you and challenge you.



27. Learn a few little frugal tips and tricks.  You never know when they might come in handy.

28. Travel.


29. Choose your battles.



30. Make time to learn & explore.

31. Respect people who disagree with you, and learn to argue with grace.



32. Learn a few great recipes, so you can rustle up a nice meal quickly and happily.


33. Always listen to children when they tell you their tales.  There's a magic and a wonder to be found there.

34. Give second chances.

35.  Put yourself out there.  It's scary and nervewracking, but sometimes it's the leaping that makes us take flight.





Thank you all for indulging a birthday ramble.  And thank you as ever to all the awesome people who make my little life such a joy.  I have many blessings to count.
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