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It’s been so long since I sat down and started writing to this tiny corner of cyberspace that I almost feel like I’m starting all over again. My hands feel alien on the keyboard and the pastel pink backdrop of Folk Print Daydreams looks sadly unfamiliar as I refresh it continuously in the hope that it will somehow help me word all of these things that I’m bursting to put down onto paper. 
Over the last few weeks so many people have asked me about the whereabouts of my little blog, this blog that sits insignificantly against a backdrop of the entire internet, that I almost feel guilty when I have to tell them the truth; I can’t remember how to be the girl behind the words that I once put out for you all to see. 
It’s not that I haven’t tried… because I have… I have spent so many minutes and hours and entire days hiding behind my computer screen in a continuous cycle of typing and deleting, typing and deleting, that only results in the production of content so far from what I promised mys…
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Can a Scottish Indie Band Really Change Your Life?

It’s a definite cliche… for troubled young adults to fall in love with delightfully dark songs about troubled young adults, and yet as I sat in the Liverpool Philarmonic last week my heart was bursting with love for Scottish band Belle and Sebastian, who were busy bringing a quiet little venue to life with a versatile setlist and the greatest dad dancing I have ever been witness to. 
From the very moment the lights went down in the theatre, it was literally a dream come true and a very, very long time coming for me. You see, live music has the power to stir feelings and emotions and memories from inside of you that you don’t get to acknowledge every day in the hustle and bustle of adult life. 
Like lying on the grass in the local park with my best friend, when life was stressful and exams were looming and break-ups and knock backs and UCAS applications were the hardest thing in the world, and listening time and time again to Piazza, New York Catcher, breaking down every single lyric for…

What 2017 Taught Me About Being a Woman... (Happy International Women's Day)

Last year, I wrote a post about how blessed I am to be a part of a generation growing up in a world that holds a much greater focus on gender equality; that post was honest, hopeful, reflective, and yet standing here another year older and wiser, I cannot help but see a few tiny flashes of naivety between those lines of heartfelt prose.
International Women's Day, last week, was the source of much conversation (my posting is so behind schedule)… with women around the world coming together to celebrate their achievements. Social media of all forms was alight with positivity, encouragement and female empowerment. I’m all about it, obviously, but this year I felt just a little bit different.
When I was 11 years old; body changing, viewpoints changing, expectations of the world changing - my mum left. At the same time, terrified and adolescent, I was plunged into the shark infested waters of an all girls school. I remember wandering through those corridors wondering how on earth I was me…

Why I'm No Longer Scared to be Mediocre...

You may, or may not, have noticed that it’s been a fair while since my little corner of cyberspace has been updated. 
I would stand here and tell you that it’s because I’ve been really busy with work… which I have… and studying… which I have… and rugby… which I really have, but the truth is that none of these things have ever really stopped me from writing before. It just seems like lately, for the first time since way back before Folk Print Daydreams began, writing has been the furthest thing from my mind. 
You see, sitting here, furiously hammering onto a keyboard or scratching away into a notebook with a cheap nasty pen from home and bargains, has always been my time to reflect; my time to think and vent and come to terms with all of the things that have been going on around me. When I can’t find the words to express the way that I feel, I somehow always manage to get them out onto paper. It’s my healing place. 
And yet lately, I’ve been feeling something that’s been a lot harder to g…

Book Review: This is Going to Hurt by Adam Kay

“The depths of the lows is the price you pay for the height of the heights”
Since the beautiful people at Amazon invented the Kindle and ensured that arm cramp from holding up your book without creasing the spine became a thing of the past, I have read a lot of books.  And most of them, in one way or another, find a way to impact on my life. 
Whether it’s the uncanny relate-ability of teenage fiction, the awe inspiring word porn of a Matt Haig masterpiece right through to a cheap laugh from one of those terribly cheesy short fiction comedies, it’s rare that a book doesn’t have something to at least catch my attention. But some books have the power to do a lot more than that…
When I picked up Adam Kays little book I was expecting some grizzly tales of life in the NHS to fuel my fire of moaning to my family about how stressful my job is when I get home from work expecting the kettle on (I’m not a junior doctor obviously, but I am frontline NHS staff and we are in pretty similar, sinking…

Celebrating Cyrille Regis and Learning From His Legacy...

I was lying on the sofa this morning, Bridget Jone’s baby on the tv for about the 100th time, when my Dad came into the room to tell me that Cyrille Regis had sadly passed away aged 59. “Who?” - I said.  And then I looked closer…
As I read the stories of a man discovered playing football on a local park who would go on to play for England, I was shocked to find that I knew so little about him… particularly as this was a man who would use a pair of boots and a ball to change the face of English football. 
As I read each article in turn I soon discovered that this was far from a story of glitz and glamour; it was also a story of how a man followed his dream and passion, whilst himself being followed by racism, abuse and discrimination. On the day of his England debut, Regis stepped into the changing room at Wembley stadium to be greeted by a bullet and a threat to end his international career before it even began. His is a story of grit and determination and courage. It’s a story that makes…

Happy 1st Birthday Folk Print Daydreams

1 year ago today I was sat in a room surrounded by post it notes, glittery coloured pens and over-priced notebooks thinking to myself: RIGHT! How exactly do you start a blog? 
What followed, whether you were here for the ride or not, was a series of erratically posted, rambly little lifestyle articles that followed virtually none of the rules that are laid out to you in buzzfeed articles about how to make your blog successful. I had no clear goals, no clear directions, just a dodgy old laptop that would only work with the screen held at certain angles and words of encouragement from my best friend (and soulmate). 
In many ways, I set myself up for a bit of a fall… but we are still here, over 90,000 pageviews later  to tell the tale. 
When Folk Print Daydreams was born I thought that I wanted what everyone else seemed to have… amazing posts with professional photographs that go viral after every publication and a queue of brands waiting to work with me until I eventually became an award w…