

39 is fine: A Whole Cul-otte-a love….
Yes, I partly wanted to write this so I could use that headline… So, summer is ‘here’ as they say. The heat’s rising, and with it the hemlines. But mine are firmly swinging around my calf - yep, my trouser of choice this season is Culottes. The Boyfriend said recently that he heard a phrase along the lines of ‘If you can remember a fashion the first time around, you shouldn’t wear it the second.’ Well, soz, but while I can recall a 90s teenage life filled with Culottes (and


39 is fine: Can I go in the big pool? On dream following and grown up ‘boring’ adventures
This week I did something VERY exciting. Well, very exciting in Jenny Stallard world. I went for a swim. But not just any old swim. This was at the Aquatics Centre at the Olympic Park. It’s only two tube stops from my flat, and with shame I admit I never got tickets for the Olympics. I didn’t even try! I can’t for the life of me ever explain this. Pure laziness, I think. That and feeling a bit unlike myself at the time (but we’ve done therapy, so onwards to swimming!). I flip


39 is fine: Thriving, surviving and therapy
This week is Mental Health Awareness Week. The theme is 'Surviving or Thriving', and I know a lot of us appear like we're thriving but actually we're just surviving. A friend I saw a little while ago and I had a great chat about going to therapy and how much it had helped us. Yet I still falter when I tell people about going to therapy. There is a stigma attached to it, I think, and one that keeps us surviving instead of thriving. We are scared to say we've been, or want to g


39 is fine: on friendship and a v special friend
Today would have been the birthday of one of my best ever friends. Would have been? Or is? I'm not sure of the lingo. Because she's not with us anymore. So I want to write about her and on friendship to mark her birthday. That's us in the pic, on my 30th. Dee Linden was like a big sister to me. Honest, funny, bossy (in a good way!), dynamic. A coffee fiend, spiritual, a wearer of velvet and silver sparkles. I went to write this post in Balans in Soho, an 'old haunt'. I rememb


39 is fine: Dogs
Now isn't that fella in the picture handsome? He's Alfie, half retriever half springer spaniel and he now owns a piece of my heart. I'm surprised there was any left, because many dogs already own a piece of my heart, but The Boyfriend and I were dog sitting Alfie last weekend and I fell quite in love with him. Still love The Boyf, obvs. But never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I'd meet someone who is possibly even MORE obsessed with four legged friends than I am! But The