I’ve always believed that honesty is the best policy, so best to come clean from the start.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
I have never written a blog before. I am not a freelance journalist. I didn’t even do English A-Level. The closest I’ve come to any kind of writing is keeping a diary when I was younger, in which I mostly moaned about my two sisters.
So here it is. My blog. This is where I’m supposed to tell you what to expect. This isn’t a mummy blog, God knows we have enough of those… Nor is it a fashion blog, on the grounds that I own a pair of Crocs. It isn’t a food blog either; I eat my steak medium-well. It will most likely be a whole host of things… shopping, TV, gardening, books and home, with maybe the odd recipe thrown in.
I don’t pretend to be an expert in anything. I won’t be asking you all to steam your vaginas a la Gwyneth, sending you for the latest must-have gold leaf facial or listing summer fashion essentials that are ‘just a snip’ at £600. There won’t be long, deep essays pondering the meaning of life either. Or poetry.
As I’m sure you’ve figured out, my name is Kimberly. I live in Surrey, England (like the Dursleys) with my husband, our coeliac daughter and our cat, Mycroft. I’m not working at the moment and have eaten my own weight in biscuits out of sheer boredom, hence the blog.
This is probably a good time to point out that I am not affiliated with any companies or products. I don’t get paid for this. It’s just stuff I like. Photos will either be mine (snapped on my iPhone) or nicked from the internet. If I’ve used your photo and you’re not happy about it please just let me know and I’ll remove it immediately. I’m nice like that.
Many thanks for reading! x