Somebody got in touch with me recently to complain about me promoting my Instagram courses at the end of a podcast episode. It wasn't what she listened for, apparently. I was surprised and a little disappointed. To me it seems obvious: if you regularly consume and enjoy somebody's free content, you don't get to complain about the occasional product mention or sales email. I love what I do and would probably do it for free if I were a millionaire, but sadly I'm not, and all those books don't pay for themselves 😉📚. If you wouldn't complain about advert breaks, or magazine ad space, or trailers at the cinema, then please - don't complain to the hard working entrepreneurs, makers, sellers and creatives who are doing their best to balance their budget and their dreams. And for all of you out there, being vulnerable and making it happen: I'm cheering you on 🙌🏻💕.
Моя жизнь в инстаграм особенная, не все ее понимают... а иногда я за ней так скучаю... Не просто мне ее создавать, иногда она очень капризная и хрупкая, но всегда прекрасная и обволакивающая, мотивирует к новым приключениям и до мурашек влюбляет меня в любое время года🍃 Рада что этот день подошёл к концу и я могу закрыв глаза просто тишину послушать🤗 Доброй ночи!
Rocking my feral Island hair & new favorite bikini from @maliamillsnyc !! 🌈 I recently asked my friend @jaimekarateking what cool swimwear brand I needed to know about and she said, "Malia Mills-hands down-Malia Mills." So I went online and treated myself to 2 bikinis. 🙋👙👙 Right away I was struck by how cool and real their models were-beautiful women of all ages in ALL shapes and sizes. I loved the fact that they are made in the USA, and that their mission is to make you look in the mirror and say HELL YES! 👸They want to liberate women from the feelings of inadequacy that accompany the struggle to find a suit that fits. 💯👏🏼👏🏽👏🏾 (I'm wearing the Juliette top and Pucker Showgirl bottom in Sunset Marquis). 🌞🌞Message me if you want a special discount code for your order 🌈
Happy Friday everyone! I'm super excited because I've got a really fun one planned, including drinks and catch ups with friends and watching my favourite band play in Manchester tomorrow. Better dig my party shoes out! 👠 What have you all got planned?
These days, Elspeth has an enviable sense of self, and she makes sure we all know about it. 🐥 Jezza: Little kids have to walk through puddles, don't they? Elspeth: I'm not little, I'm big, I'm a big, adult, and I'm actually going to work 💛 Me: Oh look at little Elsie all curled up Elspeth: I'm big, Elspeth, I'm not, little Elsie. 🙏 Me: Elsie, you look tired. Elspeth: I'm not tired, I'm beautiful.... 💛 Yes you are, my dear, little Elspeth.
Photographers around Australia did their bit to help raise awareness as part of Down Syndrome month in October. This is Jake, a much loved little man who was more than happy to have a play and smile at my camera.
During this season of harvest and abundance, I've discovered that sharing the bounty of this beautiful mountain with like-minded folk and kindred souls is one of my all time favorite things to do. Today, my friend Allie @placesharingtable and her sweet family drove up from Fort Jones, CA to spend some time foraging the mountainside for elderberries with me. Their two little children, Ozzie and Selah, tromped around in their miniature Bog boots, munching on the sweet-tart little berries and helping their parents wildcraft on this beautiful Autumn day. As we walked from tree to tree through the golden grass you'd never have guessed that I awoke to a world covered in white snow. But, that's what autumn is like on the mountain, bitter cold nights and snow frosted mornings melting into dreamy sun drenched afternoons where the mountain is washed in brilliantly vivid autumn hues.
There is a much photographed door in St Ives that even has its own Flickr group. The 200 year old door belongs to the St Ives bakery and has been listed by its owners, who were at one time made an offer to put it in the Tate gallery. But as the owner said, where would I get another 200 year old door? Maybe not this door, but peeling paintwork with the odd wisp of green .....does it make you want to reach for the paint brush or, like me, just happy to stand and stare?