Brit mums Live 2013 – SPONSORSHIP NEEDED

So if you are part of the social networking world or have even only dipped a little toe in. I am sure you are well aware of the forthcoming BritMums Live, a conference for bloggers to get together, inspire, inform and encourage each other.

BritMums Live! is a two-day blogger event that has grown out of BritMums, the UK’s largest parent blogger community, made up of more than 3,000 influential bloggers.


I have attended BritMums and Cybermummy before that for the last two years and have had a great time and learned loads.

So it’s no surprise when I say I want to go this year( feel free to imagine me stamping my feet in a pappy manner).

But unfortunately like most things in life there is a cost involved and this is the real reason I’m writing this post.

I am after sponsorship to attend BritMums live.


For sponsorship to the above event I would be happy to offer………

An introductory blog post about your Brand/Product in my blog post about Brit Mums Live 2013.

The promotion of your website on my twitter and Facebook page at regular intervals in the lead up to BritMums Live and afterwards.

In my twitter updates during the conference.

This means that your product/brand will be seen by my twitter followers, and also on my facebook pages both my blog and my personal one and of course the monthly 4000+ visitors to my blog site.

I will also offer a” AD”for your product/brand on my blog from now until six months after the conference.

Also in any other blog post I write regarding Britmums Live I will include that “I was sponsored by x” and a link to your website.

I’m also willing to host reviews and competitions before and after the conference too.

Walking with Angels is a blog that is known for wearing its heart on its sleeve, what you read on these pages is heartfelt and all completely my own view. My readers have grown to realise that I am passionate and loyal and whatever I promote on my blog I actually believe in.

Besides the writing here on my own blog I have written for Compassion Uk, Disability charities and fostering publications. I have also had articles published at Urban Vox and other online and print magazines.

So if you would be interested in sponsoring me to attend BritMums Live 2013 please contact me at




New Look – shopping we can agree on.

Shopping  for clothes with my teenage girls is a nightmare. They both have different styles and different wishes so I normally find myself being dragged into every shop in the town.

So I am grateful for shops like New Look who stock a fantastic array of styles and collections. With a range for teenagers and plus sizes its a shop that caters for us all.

So when I asked my girls to take a look on the website and create their own wish list they didn’t hesitate.

Eden fell in love with this cute cat watch. Eden is cat mad and her ambition in life is to be the crazy cat lady, she already has the crazy down to a tee.


Her second choice was this pair of funky dip dye skinny jeans. I love these and personally think they would look great on her.


Kennedy my 16 year old (yes I feel old) picked for her first choice

This pretty light floral blouse,

Kennedy has such a smart pretty style that this top would be perfect for her. She could smarten it up with a skirt for 6th form or make it more casual with her jeans.


Kennedy’s second choice is quite similiar to her sisters but please don’t tell her that.

A pair of supersoft skinny jeans



For myself I love the inspire range my favourite items at the moment is this funky Rolling Stones top


And this beautiful brocade collar top.



Seriously I could go crazy in New look I love there shoe ranges Especially the wide fitting ones they offer.

Bags, scarfs  accessories galore.

The girls are already looking through the Ax paris dresses for their forthcoming spring ball.

New look is a great place to create the perfect outfit, pop into the store or check out their online store too.


* This is a sponsored post but all views are my own.

My beautiful quilt

Growing up I was a big fan of television programmes like The Walton’s and The Little House on the Prairie. I just loved the old world charm and the innocence of them all. They were as far from my life as you could imagine.

One of the things I used to admire was the patchwork quilts that were to be found on the beds, sofas over the arms of the grandmas.

My dream was to one day have my own family and to create one of these beautiful quilts for my children.

Well like always dreams go astray from time to time. I did in fact get the beautiful family but quilt making wasn’t going to happen,the fact that I struggle to thread a needle maybe be the barrier.

Thankfully I came across a wonderful blog called The Larger Family and one of the business Tania runs is Sullivan Country Crafts and to my complete joy quilt making.

Tania was fantastic, she listened to my dreams and how I had always imagined the quilt to be and searched for the right material and pattern.


When my quilt arrived I can tell you I cried on opening it.

It was better than I could of ever imagined. The material is of such a high quality and the craftsmanship is simply OUTSTANDING

Already this quilt is loved and my girls are now arguing over who inherits it. (bless them).

It is totally perfect and even my husband commented on its beauty and he is a man.

Anyway if you fancy owning one of your own beautiful quilts pop on over to Sullivan Country Crafts and let Tania create your heirloom.

I promise you won’t be disappointed

Words & Numbers

Can you love words and numbers?

Or is it a right brain, left brain kind of thing.

At school I didn’t mind maths lessons and even at times found algebra rather fun, but balancing accounts and spreadsheets is like a personal torture.

Numbers require so much concentration for me, where as words just fly of the page like music on a song sheet.

In fact I cannot remember learning to read, I know I was an early reader thanks to the many hours spent with my grandad on his lap.


Books are my escape, I’m not sure i would have survived childhood if it wasn’t for the sanctuary I found between the pages.

I remember the mobile library coming every Thursday and the joy of choosing my eight books to read for that week. I can promise you they were all read and at times come Tuesday I was resorting to reading my brothers books or even worse my moms mills and boons.

Today I’m no different, my husband calls our bedroom a fire hazard , my sister calls it a library.

I may not read eight books a week anymore but I still get through two or three a week.


My mom used to say I would read the back of cereal packet and that’s true,I’ve also been known to read about the male prostrate while waiting in the doctors surgery.

Books are my utopia and while the invention of the kindle has brought me a little more bedroom space I still love the feel and smell of a new book.

I can’t count the amount of times I have been rudely awoken by a hardback on my nose, you know the one when you fall asleep reading and then the book falls from your grasp to whack you right on your nozzle.

Words are my passion, words are my escape, words are my freedom.

I’m so grateful for the ability to read and have made sure that books were around my girls from an early age. Together we have been on great adventures, solving mysteries with the famous five, off to boarding school with Malory towers.

Books can take you around the world.

Where are your books taking you today ?


Birthdays are special

I’ve been thinking about birthdays recently and how sometimes we don’t realise how special each one is.

I guess as you get older the excitement wears off, I mean who really wants to be old.

But I believe that we look at it the wrong way.

A birthday marks the passing of another year that you were blessed to be here.

Now I don’t wish to sound maudlin or miserable far from it, I want us to realise the celebration of life.

When my children were younger every birthday had a party, we celebrated with family and friends. It was a celebration a real time to rejoice, but as we all get older its becomes less so.

I think often of Livvy and the fact that we only had 9 birthdays to celebrate with her. I give thanks that we celebrated each one in style.

But it shouldn’t take the fear of loss to make us celebrate each other. Each year we get to spend together is special, it is a gift and should be rightly appreciated as such.

Birthdays are times to let the people you love and cherish know how much you value them.

So be it a 21st or a 42nd let’s celebrate the gift of a year and the blessing of having each other in our lives.


Hello Half term

Hello half term

You’ve creeped up on me this time. I’m not prepared at all, I’ve allowed appointments to fall into our fun filled week.

That’s not our way.

We should be invading the park blowing those winter blues well away.

Adventure playground, animal farm and so much more.

I feel guilty but hey ho, two hours out of a whole week isn’t that bad.

So lets get planning.

Fun here we come.

Lets make some memories.

With love xxx

Today is the day when the world gets filled with love. We bring gifts to the one we love, we remind them how much we love and cherish them.


My heart is with my husband today and everyday.


Love isn’t just for valentines day it’s for eternity.

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

<< 1 Corinthians 13 >>
English Standard Version


Hey, Who needs sleep???

I hate early mornings and I will bribe, pay beg myself out of this parenting shift if I can. My poor suffering husband ( his words) has always been kicked out of bed for that first morning bottle, rousing the kids or if the postman is at the door.

It is a well known fact that I can sleep through any alarm , banging door, earthquake etc.

It’s strange though as this is only the case when Alan is asleep beside me, if I’m on my own its like I have hypersense. the first cry, car doors opening , movement from the kids.

Anyway when I know I have an important start the next day, I really struggle to sleep. Say I have a train to catch, have to get on the road early or the girls have to be somewhere. I just cannot relax the night before enough to sleep probably. This of course isn’t great when you have a jam packed day to look forward to.

This was the case today, my youngest had signed up for a before school archery class and had to be there for 7,30am on the dote.


Again I found myself unable to get to sleep, clock watching, anticipating the alarm.

Well that is until around 6 am when I fell into an exhausted deep sleep and completely out of it.

Then of course at 6,30am I was gently shoved awake by my dear husband as my alarm had woke him and to his understanding the whole of our street.

Why oh why, the only good thing about this was that my daughter had a great time at archery class.

I of course will survive on coffee all day or maybe a red bull or three.

Lucky I love this girl.



Sometimes I wonder if anyone sees the real me

Sometimes I wonder if I actually know the real me under the fronts I use for protection

The mom

The wife

The daughter

The friend

I wonder if anyone can see me stripped down and bare.

Would anyone like what they see?

I start the day with a smile that hides so many things, worries, fears.

Exhaustion, exhilaration

But am I really bare without the roles I play.

Or are my roles pieces of the jigsaw that is in truth who I am.


Joining in again with Lisa-Jo’s Five minute Friday

Memory on a farm

After chatting to someone of twitter last night I found myself clicking through to their website and after doing so found myself going back nearly five years to the memory of our last holiday with Livvy.

We were staying in a static caravan in West Wales on a beautiful farm. They only had one static caravan and a few holiday cottages so the place was so peaceful, unless of course you count the noise from the chickens or the barking of the farm dogs or the baaing of the sheep. We didn’t we simply loved being on the farm.

Anyway while we were there we chatted a little to the farmer and his wife who were a lovely couple. The farmer offered the girls a ride in his tractor and of course you can imagine the squeals of joy that came from them and true to his word a few days the girls are circling his field in the big red tractor.

I remember if it was yesterday as unfortunately Livvy had suffered a seizure on this day (one of many) and was asleep recovering in the caravan. So although it was great to see the other three zooming around the field I was gutted that Livvy had missed out as we knew she loved the tractor, but we had no control of these things and sometimes we just had to accept this. We were just so grateful that the farmer took time away from his farming duties to give the girls a ride, the looks on their faces were priceless.


Anyway that was that, well we thought that was the case until a couple of hours later the farmers wife knocked on the caravan door. It seems her husband couldn’t bear the thought of Livvy missing out on the tractor ride and if she was well enough would she like to ride tomorrow.

Bless that mans kind heart.

The following morning we lifted a giggling Livvy into the tractor, she drove round and round that field laughing all the way. Her smile lit up right across her face. Both Livvy and the farmer were glowing.



We couldn’t thank the farmer enough but he just smiled in a shy way and disappeared back to his work.


That farmer gave Livvy a wonderful gift but for us it was one of the greatest.


A magical memory.


It is memories like this and the others we hold that keep us connected to Livvy.


They are like strands threaded together to create a rope from heaven to earth.


The invisible bond that will always bind us.


I often think of that sweet farm in Wales and hate that I cannot remember its name. Nameless or not it will always hold a special place in my heart.


I’m so thankful for these memories and I was reminded that I need to create more. My girls are growing up so quickly that before long they will be off to university and into the world on their own. I know I’m not losing them but their childhood is special and I want it to be full of amazing moments that they can remember.


In fact this is the gift I wish for all children.


So I am so grateful for the chat I had on twitter with Coombe Mill Farm and if you fancy a farm holiday they seem a great place to visit. I know I am seriously considering a trip.