Welcome to My Home 

I currently live in a little cottage with a friend, our two cats and our two dogs (yes, I consider them my children, no they don’t have pacifiers…unless….okay, stop it Jane..). Anyway, this is the home that my grandfather built to raise my mother and her three siblings. I spent many a happy evening as a child here, picking gooseberries with Granddad and sitting on his (extremely patient) Old English Sheepdog’s back while he brought me on a tour of the garden. When my grandfather died, the house was passed to his youngest daughter, my auntie. For years, the house was rented by strangers while we went about our lives. My aunt loved the house, but didn’t live here as she had a life built with her family at the other end of the country. We all kind of just let it go, although my aunt visited it as often as she could.
Sadly, last year, my aunt passed away after a long battle with cancer. Around that time, myself and J happened to be looking for a new home. It just seemed like fate that we would wind up here; in the house my mother grew up in, the house my aunt had loved so much and the place where I had so many fond memories. I’ve been living here for a year now, and this place has become a shelter for me. I’ve had my struggles, but this lovely home has been my one constant. And you know, I’ve gotten to decorate it with owl ornaments so…there’s that.
So, lovely readers, I thought I would take you on a little tour of my cosy little home because it is one of my favourite places in the world and I love sharing with you all…besides cake *cat hiss in your direction*

The exterior:

The Main Living Area:

Gatsby insisted on being in the photo

Dining Room: 

Our Bedroom:

Guest Bedroom: 


The Little Things I Love 

I love the little bookshelves at the top of this room although they aren’t the most practical!

There is a loft up these stairs that J uses as an office. It is the only room upstairs. My grandfather, a carpenter, built the staircase out of church pews.

I love soft lighting. I filled gorgeous hurricane lamp with rose petal lights and it makes a beautiful lamp at night.

Hope you all enjoyed the little tour of  my house. Feel free to come and stalk me! 😝❤️

Say hello to Gatsby! 

This is Gatsby, a bi-colour ragdoll cat that is so cute I can’t even speak in coherent jf dj fdafjnjkzbfuibdafjknjdkanfkjndwfnjdwbc…. see? Gatsby’s owner was re-homing him and I was delighted to be able to give a new home, full of cuddles and duets. Wait, did I say “duets” out loud? That’s between me, Gatsby and Celine Dion. 

Anyway, he has his own Instagram because he is basically my child and I want to be one of those annoying mothers that’s all “look how gorgeous my son is” “look how much his eyes look like mine” etc etc. Anyway, here are some pictures to make you feel inadequate because let’s face it, he is MAJESTIC. 

Embarrassing Photo Tag

As often is the case, I got chatting to one of my blog buddies in the comments section of my previous post and we came up with a potentially terrible/brilliant idea! Ritu (from the wonderful But I Smile Anyway) and I decided that it would be just a fabulous idea for us all to share some photos from our teenage/awkward years so we can all laugh at with each other.
The plan is this:

-I’m going to heroically share some of my awkward pictures with you all. I’ve had a difficult time finding pictures since I’m about three hundred kilometres from my childhood home and my carrier pigeon is currently on strike (damn unions) but I was able to dig up some pretty cringe-inducing pictures.

-I’m going to tag three people to continue this trend. Of course, participation is completely optional and I’ll only silently be disappointed if you don’t partake. *sobs in the shower*

-I’m going to text a donation to an Irish charity since I figure something good should come out of all of this (you know, besides our collective shame).

So here goes:
I apologise in advance for the quality of the pictures. But hey, nobody’s perfect…except for the wrestler, Mr. Perfect.

Here is my class picture from primary school. I was either 12 or 13 here, I can’t remember. You can tell I was totally cool and ghetto because I’m wearing a wooly pink jumper that says ‘New York’ and my arm is looped through my friends arm in a show of non-conformist unity. I also had yet to be introduced to a hair straightener. Or a hair brush. #swag


This next picture is from a phase I like to call “black eyeliner? That is sooo passé. Gold all the way cause I’m a baller.” I also had trouble taking a good picture….


….glad that phase has passed:


Moving swiftly on…
This photo was taken on one of my first nights in a pub. You can tell I’m cool cause I’m holding some alco-pop and revelling in my adultivity. The style I was going for was “maternity-wear/bad tan/ghetto hoop earrings” and I think I totally nailed it. Just look at the fake tan between my fingers. Like, ew.


The next picture is very blurry, but I’m sixteen years old and basically….Jack and I were the ’03 Bonnie and Clyde. Pfft, Jay Z and Beyonce. Look at us, how much attitude can one photo have? (This is also the first in a long line of photos that show me sans eyebrows since I got a little pluck-happy with my tweezers. What do eyebrows even do anyway?) I also bleached the crap out of my hair so I had to cut it because I looked like a scarecrow.




Seriously, NO EYEBROWS.

After a few years of looking like this:

Sweet Dreams.

…I decided that something, nay, ANYTHING, needed to be done…so I drew on some super black eyebrows which really complimented my bleached-to-f**k hair:

Note: Jack is going to kill me for this but like I tell him, spider hair is cool, right? RIGHT?
Here I am recently, totally throwing shade at teenage Jane:


Then I cut my own fringe and made this face:


I legit went out with underwear on my head and a whistle and for the life of me, I can’t recall why…other than suspected acid trip.*


Then there was the time Jack sat on me and I was the definition of crestfallen:


And that’s pretty much all I could find. I mean, there are lots of embarrassing ones of my right now but you guys don’t want to see those….amiright?! *laughs awkwardly*

So now I’m going to tag three people to continue this trend of awkward photo sharing. Ladies, you do not have to take part but hey, we’re all friends here! You may have even done something like this before. So without further ado, I nominate:

Ritu from But I Smile Anyway since this was your idea and you’re totally up for it!

Amanda from insidethelifeofmoi because rainbow eyeshadow. Nuff said.

Julie from Random Musings From a Type-A Workaholic because you’re bags of fun!

Also, I donated €4 to Dogs Trust because…well, dogs!


*Just kidding kids. Just say no…there’s no hope with dope…and so forth.

A Tour Through My Very Weird Camera Roll

Happy weekend everyone! LETS GO CRAAAAZY AND DO SHOTS! Haha, not really, let’s wear onesies and watch Finding Nemo.

So today Jack needed to send a text from my phone. I left the room to do important Jane stuff (eat marshmallows and line dance with my cat). When I came in, Jack looked confused.
“What’s up?” I asked, taking my phone back.
“Um, nothing”, he replied, eyeing me suspiciously.
“What?” I prodded. It was obvious something was bothering him.
“Your camera roll on your phone…is…really weird.”
“What else would you expect?” I asked, laughing. He’s right, by the way. It’s insane. Let’s take a look at some of my pictures, shall we?

There this photo of a dog that I don’t own because cute dogs are to me what supermodels are to teenage boys.

I’m not even gonna feel bad about this, it’s gold.


I like to intermittently send this to my friends when they text me gossip.

And this if for when they insult me. Sorry not sorry.




You’re probably sensing a theme here. And yes, there are dozens more of these. Seriously, if I’m ever hacked, this is 97% of my camera roll.

I also like to photograph the back of my head…for art. And research.


There’s an estimated 6000 pictures of my cat asleep. She’s majestic.

I love Steven Seagal.

Here’s a woman I don’t know!

Escargot, aw haw haw!

Messi looks like Eric Bana, yes?

I send this to Jack because he is smarter than me.

I’m sure there’s a good reason I have a picture of Emily Dickinson in my phone…


I gave Jack a makeover.

My cat decided she wanted a bath….

…and that she wanted to wear a turban.

There were some pretty pictures…

…and some pictures of Kevin’s Mom from Home Alone.

My guinea pig taking selfies…

…and a hitch-hiking sheep.

The time I realised my cat is also Spider-Man.




Apparently there was an instance where I needed a picture of the scary nun from The Magdalene Sisters and Emilio from Dangerous Minds. Perhaps I was writing very very weird fan fiction.

This donkey confused me. Is it Rastafarian?

I got sunburnt and looked like the Swiss flag.

I probably had this picture for a very good reason but I cannot remember what that reason was.

There are 36 pictures of my own teeth. I can only assume I was drunk when this happened. Very, very drunk.


There are several face-swap pictures of Jack and I. Disturbing. Very disturbing.

Yes. That is frogspawn.

More Beyonce.

My cat sure knew how to chill.

I bought my guinea pigs a swing and they’re all Little House On The Prairie.

That’s only the ones that are safe for here. Most were of me hugging strangers and climbing lampposts. There were 3 photos of me eating hotdogs and no that is not a euphemism, I was actually eating hotdogs.
If you like, why don’t you show us some of your camera roll? Is it as random as mine?

Owl Make You Smile

I feel like I can honest with you guys. You guys get me. You guys know how weird I am.
So I’m gonna share one of my many weird quirks with you guys. Sometimes I get sad. And when I get sad, I go on the internet and I look at pictures. I look at pictures of…owls. Yes, owls. Before you judge me, have a look at the gallery I have specially compiled for your viewing pleasure and then judge me. Just be advised, any negative comments about owls and I’ll get my army of owls after you. Okay, I don’t have an army of owls.






























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