So, I wrote this post about me being trolled, attacking my ostensibly ‘awful feminist’* viewpoint. So, I’m going to attempt a second letter.  *not my view or opinion.
To my darling little boy.-
Hello, it’s mummy-writing to you from the last, to you in the future. (Yes, bit strange, that.) I’m not very old yet, but as with your sister, I wanted to share some things-lessons I’ve learned-with you. You’re not an after thought here; this is merely a creative exercise. This is what I’ve learned, and what I wish to pass on to you. 
Books are the doorway to escape. What you could find in a leather bound book isn’t merely something to learn, like at school. A story could take you away, to a different time and place. And that is something to treasure. They teach you to question, give you understanding, and develop your empathy. We could go on an adventure, you and me! You could even take your sister, or just yourself. Have fun in proportion to your work. That’s the mix in life, that crucial balance. Otherwise, it would either be very boring, or extremely dull. And it’ll keep me from nagging you relentlessly. 🙂 Keep your ambition alive We live in a world dull full of innovation, aided by technology. And there are so many oppurtunities to go with that. Now, you can be anything you wish to be; a lawyer, a dancer, writer, musician, doctor, baker, child carer. Never give up on what you wish to do. You can do anything, my son. Follow whatever you dream. Practice kindness wherever you go. it’s a priceless gift, one that doesn’t cost to give, and that lasts a life time. We all need love in this world. And it’s up to us to pass it round. Being “a man” does not mean you have to hide your feelings if ever there is a problem, you can talk to me about it. I may not communicate in a great way-there’s a reason for that-But I’ll always be by your side whenever you need me. You don’t have to hide your feelings; to do so is toxic. To be “manly” is not to provoke fights, or to act macho. But what it is I will have to leave to you to find out. Never let somebody defeat who ‘you’ wish to be to me your precious. And you are worth no less than that. Be assertive about your self worth, not arragont. And we can move from there. And that includes whatever partner you break up with, bad teachers, the naysayers who are stumbling blocks in this universe. We will overcome, you and me.
There’s more I wish to teach you-and I will do in the future-But words are not enough to put what I wish to paper. Life is a complex thing we continually weave-and we learn as we live. Never give in, hold convictions, and have faith in whatever happens. I can’t wait to meet you.
Future mum 

Dear younger me,
I can see you there, the girl hiding herself behind her very own mass of brunette curls. You aren’t at all invisible, you know, because you matter. We all do. And we don’t stop.
It’s important to engage in life, which is what you’ll do, come later on, instead of hiding, or shrinking away and wishing for something more. To be shy is a personality trait-but it should not prevent you from what you wish to do. With the people around you, you’ll start to come out of this “shell”-and it’ll be the best thing you could have ever imagined. Never forget that.
If there’s something I could pass on now, it would be to have faith. Keep faith in yourself-because, if you try your best, you can achieve great things. You’ll pass whatever it is if you keep faith. Keep trying, knowing you can do it-and if you don’t succeed, try and try again. Have faith that you can achieve, and that goes for everyone else reading this.
To feel inferior is because you’ve given permission to whoever it is to make you feel that way-and that’s not what Mrs Roosevelt said should happen.
All the best, and good luck-
The older me

It started off reading another blog; or, as I prefer,being inspired to write a blog post by another really talented blogger. Lauren at This Stuff Is Golden . She’d written the endearing post of Forty Things To Teach My Future Daughter. (Again, click here to view.) Go on. Read it. It’s a good post. 
I’d written this post: A letter to my future daughter. Caitlin Moran had also written a letter to her daughters. That’s a brilliant version. So, I had to have a go. Besides, I was soooo bored on a really long, delayed train journey. So, best put the time waiting and travelling to good use, right? I wouldn’t have dared to write such a thing anyway.  Nothing to loose, right? Besides the waiting time and the extra hour added to my initial journey. Anyway, I digress.

I wish to teach acceptance for differing viewpoints..

This post seemed to be well received; comments, likes, retweets, etc.
But the sticking point; surely there should also be a version to ‘my future son’? After all, this would equalise things, and add an element of equality. I couldn’t just write for a daughter, after all. That doesn’t fit with my general ethos.
Granted, it was a bit of a slapdash effort. But this was a post I was really proud of. It reflected what I wished to say! (I’m not great at communicating at the best of times, so it seemed akin to a real achievement. Something done well, and to take pride in.) And it was then trolled. Trolled! Believe me, that hasn’t happened in a while-not since I was told off by an angry Twitter user, for using ‘girls’ instead of ‘women.’ Yep.
The accusations were many: I had thought of ‘my son’ as an after thought; that I had not been as endearing; that I had ranted at him; that I had assumed he’d have been a bully; that this post perpetrates a dangerous form of feminism-and female superiority; and that he wasn’t as important as my daughter.
One small point that was missed out; I don’t have any kids. If you’re going to feedback on something, at least get the facts right first, and read the post! And, most of all, don’t be hateful!!
I had not made any of these assumptions; rather, I believe in equality for everyone. And not a female superiority. Because we all have things we could learn from each other, and collaborate towards a better goal. I hadn’t ranted either; I had tried to make the point of kindness in both letters. I had tried to be endearing, but wanted to avoid a sentimental tone-one that had been overused in the first point. Everyone is just as important as each other to me-we’re a collective as humans. So, not an after thought-I was busy, and couldn’t post. 
The post and comment has been deleted. But if you’re trolling, it’ll be moderated. And you won’t be allowed access to this blog again.
This hateful language is now the way the internet speaks-and again, Caitlin Moran recently wrote an excellent piece about this. It also shows disgusting contempt and utter foolishness. This is a great tool to come from the last thirty years; why can’t we utilise it properly? Instead of being horrible, spreading slander (fake news, anyone?), and just attacking somebody for their viewpoint, we could create a more comprehensive blog universe, promote great works of literature, send a kind word or two, and spread awareness of diseases, mental health issues, etc. It could innovate far more than what it does now. 
For now, I won’t have ‘a letter to my future son’ to be read on this blog. But I might one day…
What do you think?

Hello, and a happy new year to you, my lovely readers.-
It’s finally 2017, after the rather too literal monster of a year, 2016. (It was awful at points, right?) Anyway, let’s not dwell on that. New year, new attitude, and all that.
This was a website that began all the way back in 2012; it has gone through many guises since then. First just a young teenage rambling pot, a fashion faux par of a website, history, and, finally, lifestyle. And if there was anything that I could advise you on, in terms of the latter, is to read. Read as much as you can, just to experience the world outside of your own life.
I have loved to read since I first learnt to do so.
I wanted to write this first post, encouraging you to do so, because it is educative. Your thinking widens, ideas sharpen, and you can formulate yourself as a person. It also is a good thing to discuss with friends, family, etc.
To start you off, here are all the books I read last year:

  • Pain, parties, work By Elizabeth Winder.
  • Station 11 
  • Mates, dates, and inflatable bras by Cathy Hopkins.
  • The White House years.
  • The letters of Sylvia Plath.
  • We are all made of stars by Rowan Coleman. X2
  • How to be Parisian. X2
  • The curious incident of the dog in the night time.
  • Audrey at home.
  • Boys in the trees by Carly Simon. X2
  • I capture the castle by Dodi Smith.
  • Moranifesto by Caitlin Moran.
  • This is the real life.
  • Lies we tell ourselves.
  • New York Jackie.
  • Salem falls by Jodi Picoult.
  • The great gatsby.
  • Nineteen minutes by Jodi Picoult.
  • Searching for grace Kelly. X2
  • Sylvia Plath in Devon by Gail Crowther.
  • Keeping faith.
  • Off the page.
  • Sister, missing by Sophie Mackenzie 
  • The memory book by Rowan Coleman
  • Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis
  • How to build a girl by Caitlin Moran
  • The beautiful game
  • Ballet shoes from Noel Shettfield
  • A curious career by Lynn Barber.
  • Reasons to stay alive by Matt Haig.
  • Baby doll.
  • A streetcar named Desire.
  • Deathless.
  • An evil cradling.
  • Revenge wears Prada.
  • Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys.
  • Dreaming in French by Alice Kaplan.
  • Andree’s war.
  • The unseen world
  • Clover moon by Jacqueline Wilson
  • Small great things.
  • Paper aeroplanes.
  • The muse by Jessie Burton.
  • Lady Chatterlys lover
  • The girl on the train by Paula Hawkins.
  • The graduate.
  • Asking for it. 
  • Whispers through a megaphone.
  • The whistler.
  • The ugly sister.
  • The shadow of the wind.
  • We are completely beside ourselves.
  • Tales from the secret annexe.
  • Elizabeth is missing 

Caitlin Moran makes a good point, in comparison to search engines; a book is more specialised, more specific even, than a popular result on the internet. They have more to teach us than the potential of falsehoods online. You don’t even have to digest a huge book; start small.
Hopefully this post doesn’t come off as too condescending, however I think Reading is key to a good lifestyle. It could even just be BBC news-anything.
Okay, rant over-

This has been something floating round on the Blogosphere for a while; I’m particular, I was inspired by this version, over at This Stuff Is Golden. And, I wanted to compose my own version. Here goes..

Hello Sweetie.-
It’s Mummy. Well, sort of. From way back in the past, complete with black glasses and brunette shoulder length hair. I wanted to pass down some things I’ve learnt, a sort of Wisdom, to help you. There’s a lot you can learn from simply talking to people.
1. It’s doing what you love that makes you Happy.
Money can insulate from hardship, I know, but that doesn’t really have meaning. You should do what you love-be it the author of books, the painter of pictures, or the spinner of wool. And keep to it!
2. If he or she makes you feel bad in a relationship, it’s not worth it. Enough said.
3. Help is always here, if you remember to ask for it.
Okay, that one partially came from Harry Potter. But it’s true, and was never something I was particularly good at. The can-do-attitude does not always win. If you really need help, ask.
4. Try going for personality, rather than appearance.
Apperance changes, unlike the personality. (You can’t change somebody. Reading enough books taught me that.) And it is not something very nice to be on the receiving end of. (People who say “You’re ugly” to your face are not worth the time.)
5. Dance like nobody is watching, in all you do.
To be happy is not not equitable with what somebody thinks of you inside their head. You can’t have control over it-and it’ll make you miserable otherwise. Dance like nobody is watching in all that you do-if it’s performing, singing, writing, reading, studying, whatever.
6. Do your best. Always.
7. You’re allowed a night in, a day off. We all need time to re-energise.
8. Respect for life is really what goes far-as in, be kind to different faiths,  skin colours, beliefs,disability, etc. 
Racism is illogical. And it is really not worth living under this delusion. We’re all alike,  on the basis of being human. It just gets complicated at times.
9. Be sensible when it comes to health. And deadlines. And studying.It’ll  be useful in future.
10. Voting is not a waste of time. (I studied politics at school.)
It elects the prime minister, who informs the law, and what you could do with it. Vote for the most commonly decent candidate who could change so much for you. Not by party, unless you really believe in it. They work for us, the people! Please never be apathetic.
11. It’s good to be humble.
12. And then apologize.
13. And forgive. Move on forget.
14. Have fun in proportion to your work.
15. And never ever stop smiling.
There’s more I wanted to say, but as you’ll grow up, I’ll teach you more than a quick blog post can ever say.