Kitty Sexuality, Wantons & Mind Blocks…

I just keep having these really weird dreams. The other night I dreamt that I was outside in the sunlight, about to board a flight and around me I kept seeing planes taking off into the skies. The mood was all happy and calm and then I looked to my right and the Eiffel Tower appeared out of nowhere? Then I got on my plane?

Last night, I dreamt that a guy I know, who was being all lovely, all smiley, all happy…Well, he got down on one knee, and proposed to me. He put a silver band on my wedding finger and had a matching one on his wedding finger? Again, the mood was all lighthearted and peaceful. Everything just felt so perfect?

I either need to stop drinking before bed time or these dreams mean do actually mean something? I’ve stopped looking them up now….I never dream? Why am I dreaming so much?

Other than that, It’s a busy time in Wunna Land. I’m kinda just getting my ‘kitten concentration’ on, to focus on it all for a bit, as i’m rubbish at organizing things, schedules and everything in between, when it comes to my own world. I’ll just dance off with an afternoon cocktail in my hand, gleefully…. which is the bouji version of burying your head in the sand,’ when everything comes at once.


I could do with a cocktail now and it’s only 10.47am.

Slippery slope…

(Yet, luckily a slope that i’m used to…Free slide anyone?)

Yesterday evening, I managed to ‘tipper’ and a ‘tinker’ and once I did, in a flash, I had ‘penned’ into my schedule….and officially booked something in. (This is why I’ve always said that my soulmate needs to be of an organised nature. I’m quite obedient, if I don’t have to deal with the ‘faff’ of things.)

So, in April, I’m looking forward to heading down to see Kwoklyn Wan, at his deliciously divine restaurant, in Leicester, for a bit of jolly filming and blogging, as he teaches me how to cook things, for your absolute ‘social’ delight. I’m a cheeky little thing, so it will be sprinkled with that infamous Wunna Land charm.

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He was actually on ‘This Morning’ a couple days ago, with his little brother, the ever famous Gok Wan, teaching Holly and Phil how to whip up some whirlwind wantons, as he is the ‘MASTER’ of making the most delicious Chinese Street Food.

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April…(and I think he’s actually filming a documentary at that time)….I will be embracing all this Asian with him, as he teaches ME…how to be a Wanton Master! We’ll be doing a video, that you’ll all get to watch and along with a blog, I’ll be ‘socially’ sharing my behind the scenes with you.


See! A little ‘being organised‘ does you some good!

Right now, I’m trying to swizzle everything together for the CHRISSIEWUNNA.COM advert. Organizing the location, outfits and themes etc…is quite difficult. But I know what I want and I’m gonna be working with Jake Logan (who’s simply great.)

Let me tell you….The advert is going to be oozingly dripped in an actual mind blowing swirl of sexuality. It’ll be ‘kitty femme’ at it’s utter finest. It’s there to tell a story, it’s there to advertise the blog, socially. You’re not even going to know what to do with yourself afterward! 🙂


We’re both really excited to film it. It can’t come quick enough. Organizing it, is actually stressing me out. But if it all goes well…They’ll be lots more adverts.

I have two shoots booked, that are coming up shortly, followed by content shoots for my ‘socials.’ Right now, i’m not finding enough time to fit everything in. Yet, I’m really lucky, so I’m going along with it all. I’m smiling and i’m winking.

I guess, sometimes things feel tough…Yet ‘tough’ is only temporary. Once you pick it up and handle it, it dissolves and becomes easy. So, i’m staying hopeful and enjoying the work that I love.

I had something else to tell you, but I can’t remember it?

SHIT! I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS! For Gods Sake! I even have my specs on! It’s meant to make me smarter!

No..Mind’s gone blank.

Oh Wait??

…Nope…Minds gone blank. 🙂

Anyway, everything’s great. Lost my mind. But everything’s great. I’m excited to finally get my teeth fixed. I’ve got to organise picking up the new whip. I’ve also got to organise getting a new tattoo, which i’m actually quite nervous about. I tried to talk myself out of it…But i’ll message them today and book in a ‘go see’ date…The reason why I need to do that is simply because i’m scared. The only way to solve fear, is action right? So i’m gonna smash it about, like a human dynamo and get it all sorted.

All of the above are ‘collabos’ with brands and businesses and if life is about living and adventure, then I’m the luckiest kitten in the world.

I’m still building….But something tells me, that good things are going to happen! (I dreamt of planes taking off!)



Some of you won’t actually like it, but lots of you will. And believe me, I have an actual internal FEAR bubbling inside me because of it.

Thank you for following my version of life!

Big Kisses,

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There’s Something In The Air & Gin…

There’s something in the air today. Let’s hide from Monday.


Everyone i’ve casually bumped into has either been stressed out, started the week of with a jolly *thumbs down* or they’ve basically just gone bonkers.

Maybe, i’m just hormonal, who knows, who cares? But I’m gonna blame the planets, just cos i can’t blame the ‘boogie’ and well just like the lergy, the *umpties* has been passed on…I’m now moderately stressed. Infact, ‘stressed’ is the wrong word… have a lot bundling and zooming through my mind, so i’m present in person, i’m nodding and smiling, but my head is away and busy. When i’m stressed or my head is away…I do this awesome ‘withdrawy’ thing. Yet, it doesn’t bother me, as once i’ve ditched my ‘pity party i’m fine and the people who are always there for you, welcome you back with open arms, laughter and a ‘glad to have you mentally back.‘ 🙂

I’m doing that thing again where I ponder what everyone else is doing, compare it to what i’m doing and instead on just concentrating on Wunna Land. Bad habit. I’m over it now though. This is why i love my blog, it’s like therapy. Once, i’ve written it out, ‘tipper tappered‘ it out of my brain, it’s almost like it disappears from my system and pours onto you. Lol

Luckily, there’s fruity gins…

So I’ve requested for one to be poured with a *snap* and a fresh lime slice to be swimming in it merrily. I only want happy lime slices, not dodgy ones.

And to be honest, I think we all just need a chill right now, a holiday, a break, a relaxing sunshine time, laid on a lounger, doing nothing but appreciating ourselves. We want to enjoy the simple things, the things that makes us smile and as our sexy little troubles, ‘melt like lemon drops.

We’ve handled 2018 better than we thought, so far. It’s been tough. So yeah, we need a treat! Well, I know I do. I live for down time. Sometimes, we forget to treat ourselves. Don’t! Its important. It makes you beam.

I have so much pending and planned and its all actually going really well. I feel really lucky and now that I have gin…I’m kinda feeling alright. The stress of Monday’s kinda dissolved away and the rest of the year should be dandy now.

I’m focused and feisty at the moment and in a mode right now, where i want to DO WELL. But i’m being patient. I’m doing it the right way, I think? This morning has been hectic..ABSOLUTE MAYHEM, but because i’m a go getter. I’m like that in general, be it work or love….But if you don’t go after what you want, you’ll NEVER have it. If you don’t ask, the answer will always be ‘NO.’ If you don’t step forward, you’ll always stay in the same place. If you do not stick up for what you believe is right and stay loyal to how you truly feel… then you’ll never ever be fulfilled.


Today, i’m learning that I can do bursts of hectic excitement in work, if it’s treated with chills, calm and happiness afterward.


It can be anything! Just a moment of doing nothing, that drink, that cookie, going on that date, that holiday booking, that massage you never get around to having, that watch, that handbag, that top, that lip gloss, that time with a good friend, that minute away from your socials, or that time with your family or the girl or guy you adore.


Do it over and over again, until you don’t feel bad for treating yourself! 🙂

(I’m totally having a flashback of this modelling gig that my friend had for Adidas in Palm Springs, years ago. He was gay and well still is…and took me along for the trip, so I could pretend to be his girlfriend. Lol.

Whilst I was there.. God, I was 20 something at the time I think? Anyway, this other guy with a big afro, slide a note under my door, which read…‘Treat yourself, don’t cheat yourself,’ and my gay friend got pissed off, because, the afro guy was hitting on his pretend girlfriend???  LOL! I totally forgot that happened! Such a great time, because between rehearsals for the catwalk show and the actual live shows, we all just got to lay by the pool ALL day and hang out, doing whatever we wanted…Awesome life! That’s when being a model is ace, because the down time you have at work is remarkable….and not a trip to Marks & Sparks for a prawn sandwich. I mean, that wasn’t even my gig. I just went to hang out. But we all knew each other anyway.)


(Except, I keep remembering all the pathetic or cringy things i’ve done in my life. They keep accidentally running them through my head constantly….I need a better eraser, gin doesn’t work for that. 🙂 )

I had so much to tell you, but I can’t remember it all now? But yes, I’m excited to film my online advert, I’m soon back on your telly, I’m getting my teeth fixed, i’ve fallen asleep instead of taking Facetime calls, i’m shooting content and again, I feel like the luckiest girl in all the land.

Thank you for following my life…

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I Can’t Park, Love & Birthdays…


I can’t park for toffee! Honestly. I drive around glamourously…

Jiggly Jill: ‘No, you don’t. You sing along to Little Mix and drive DIAGONALLY ACROSS car parks, to get to a spot, where there are lanes and arrows and all kinds of roady shit.’

Anyway…then when it comes to actually having to pull up and park, I just can’t get my head around ‘da moves’ and it all just goes wrong. I tried to do the school run this morning. The car park was so busy, filled with Mums, Dads, Nannies & navy blazers…But could I get in a spot and park up.

COULD I **** (I’ll let you put in a word of your choice there.)

I did some 40 point car shuffle, still didn’t squeeze into the spot, got flustered at myself, Ruby & Junior are laughing in the backseat because I’m getting angry at myself…so I had to reverse, drive off and find a side road…just to get the children into school on time. 🙂 It wasn’t even a tight spot. It was just a normal parking spot.

Me: ‘This is why I hate coming late! I need an empty car park in order for me to be able to PARK.’

Ruby: ‘You’re an idiot.’

(And that’s coming from the Heir to the Wunna Land throne. I mean, who creates a human, squeezes them out of their privates, loves them, nurtures them, feeds them, guides them…and then has to look at the back seat and hear them calling you a fool.  LOL)

One day i’ll just get driven, so I don’t have to park anywhere that has more than NO CARS around me. 🙂

Love is in the air right? I feel it. I feel it swirling through each one of us, as we ‘almost’  tinker on into February. Everyone’s getting engaged. Everyone’s falling for heros. Everyone’s girly giggling over crushes and it’s making my newsfeed feel delicious.

I Like it.

(Even though I don’t have a Valentine Date and will therefore have to order myself roses…which is code for ‘rum’ to make me feel better, OR just pretend it’s not happening…so I don’t feel as bad. Lol If in doubt. BLOCK IT OUT.)

No, but honestly, it’s just lovely seeing you all so happy and being so open about being happy and in love! It’s a wonderful thing expression and it’s just great to finally have a newsfeed filled with people saying,

‘This girl though…’

‘Honestly, have the most beautiful wife…’

‘Soooo in love…’

‘Couldn’t be without her…’

‘I’m the luckiest girl in the world…’

‘She said *YES*’

It’s like i’m peeking through a giant glass window, looking on in at you all, from my sassy Wunna Land throne…as the Butler, who is obviously, half naked and in a Greek Toga pours me another Prosecco into my frosted iced chalice. I imagine him being from an exotic land and has been taught to only respond to Wunna Land commands…

‘More Wine.’

‘I said BOUJI!!’

I’m never worried about my love life….The right guy will always find you and make you his, if he wants you that badly enough. You meet when you’re meant to. It’s timing. Life timing. Plus, it’s a guys natural instinct.  All boys are Heros really. We girls are just able to tend to being heroic, without the use of a prompt. 🙂

So, if you’re single and can’t seem to mingle…Don’t worry. He’ll find you. He’s coming for you. (Hopefully, he’s not creepy. I totally made that sound creepy, instead of lovely. 🙂  Firmonnell sent me a creepy cartoon picture of herself yesterday, in a hole….like a mole….It was our ‘Miss You Monday,‘ day. We have a chick cyber banter every Monday afternoon.)

Firmonnell: ‘Maybe we can have real life Monday Meet Up’s Wunna! Lol’

Me: ‘We’ll do next Monday!’

(Do know, that she’s just being needy, as I did see her almost every single DAY of 2017. Lol When she’s not needy, i’m like ‘HELLLLOOOO, WHY ARE YOU NOT NEEDING ME!’ When she IS needy…I have to point it out, but secretly love it! 🙂 )

I had a quick meet up with *Big A* from ‘House of Solo’ magazine yesterday afternoon. He was running late, so I ended up having drinks with my old school friend Kate, Jodie and a dog, by a fire place. Apparently one got ‘lost down a puddle‘ and the other had ‘no face on.’

When *Big A* got arrived, he was all stressed out. Obviously he runs a Fashion Magazine. He owns it. With owning things…comes STRESS.  I mean, he’s working with some of the biggest artists an models globally right now, so it’s mayhem.

He’s a creative, so he’s good at all the ‘creative shit.’ But when it comes down to the ‘nitty gritty,’ the business, the being organized …He  lets it overwhelm him, buries his head in the sand and maybe hides a bit. Lol. Which we all know is fun!

(I literally had a day in LA, it was a Wednesday, where I woke up, read something shitty, had hundreds of emails bombard me at once, thought my life was going to be horrific and still naked, just laid back down in bed, pulled the duvet over my head, and hid… from Wednesday, until around 3pm. And I only got up then because I had an audition at 4.30pm in Burbank.)

So, I emotionally organised *BIG A* and forced ‘do work’ upon him, mid chatter. He’s a sensitive soul, so if you send him a grumpy email, he gets grumpy. I’m insensitive when it comes to things like that. I don’t absorb it. I read a grumpy email…and reply with charm and kindness. I do it all the time.

Like, ‘Big A’ I’m a creative, but when it comes to Wunna Land, I’m good at all the ‘little bits’ as i’m quite organised and i’m used to hearing people moan at me, i’m used to feeling under pressure and well the art of business, PR or attention.

Luckily for me, I don’t OWN a Fashion Magazine (Yipeeee.) I just run my own land…


I turned ‘living my normal every day life’ into my job, because it was the only thing I loved, the only thing I knew how to do and did well. Plus, it’s easy…and I like things that are easy. 🙂 Slogging away at things that don’t wanna ‘give,’ causes wrinkles…causes stress.

I’m ZEN. I’m like a stress free zone…Apart from when i’m parking.

Big A: ‘I have five shoots this week in London and one in New York. I have to organise them all and I have. But Sony have changed the shoot from New York, to LA…and now back to New York at the last minute. It’s stressful!’

Me: ‘Lol. You just need to get on top of it all. Do you want a drink?’

Big A: ‘No. I’m dieting. How’s all your stuff going…’

Me: ‘Yeah…You’re gonna hate to hear it…But really well. It’s really easy, right now. Lol’

Anyway, I’ve godda fly. I’ve got a ‘doer upper’ that i’m doing doing up. It’s a massive job and a ball ache. I kinda just want to *blink* and it look like a magical fairyland filled with style and class. The result is glamourous, but the ‘grind behind the glamour’ is hard as **** (Use your own word.)

I messaged ‘Happy Birthday’ to someone who I’ve got to know more closely over the last year. I like him. He’s ‘Good People.’ Good soul. Funny guy. Works hard. Interesting. Attractive. But funny. I like funny.

He’s another year older, but ‘still feels young.’ He seems pretty happy, so that’s all that matters. If I flashback through snippets of time and messages….It’s actually been a blast!

Like I remember being sat at a bar, as we were messaging back and forth and then receiving this Snapchat filter from him, of him singing along to The Voice, with the ‘bunny ears’ filter on. Lol.

I opened it, watched it and then my phone flipping DIED on me…so he didn’t get a response until 20 minutes later when I had got the bartender to charge my phone for me, behind the bar. Lol. So, he would’ve totally thought I shunned his comedic popstar operatics. When really I was pissing myself out loud. Even at the moment and that was ages ago…I adored him.

Good Memory.

An example of being young at heart…

I guess we all still feel young underneath it all, don’t we? We’re all just these kids that had to grow up. Haha.

I think those with young spirits always feel fresh. He’ll be 80 and still feel 20. I’ll be 80, dressed like a slapper at the bar, still thinking i’m hot, flirting with 19 year olds, who obviously think i’m hideous…Yet, I’ll be loving it anyway!

Have the most WONDERFUL Tuesday Everyone!

ps/ Happy Birthday Dude. 😉




2018, Kittens & Baby Pink Undies

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I sailed into 2018 peacefully, armed with the mighty words, that I accumulated via The Fine God, that is P.Diddy…

‘Too blessed to be stressed.’

I had a wonderful 2017. I don’t have to go through it all, because…well, you all know what happened, I wrote a diary about it almost every day. (Well, I told you the bits that I wanted to tell you. 😉 )

It was a big year of ‘building.’ The kinda year where you have a plan, yet FOR ONCE you actually go about ‘being productive’ with it all. For example…How can I put it?  Last year, I didn’t sit and WATCH the fitness video, whilst eating a packet of crisps. I STOOD UP AND DID THE VIDEO.

Changes were made. Changes that put ‘happiness’ first and because of all that sassy sizzle of hard work…this year….in 2018, I should be rubbing two sticks together and finally making a fire.

There’s been lots of moments where in which *sparks* were lit, yet the fire didn’t burn…because I couldn’t dedicate time to it.

So with ‘timing is everything’ as my cliche. In 2018, i’m just gonna get on with it. That fire will burn.

This is my year.

(And I do mean that in both work and love. People always ask me about my love life…When it comes to love…I very much put my hand on my heart and swear by fate.)

How you all feeling? I’ve watched all your Snapchat & Insta stories and lived your New Year’s Eve with you!

So whether you woke up in a new city, or with a strange human laying next to you, or on a friend.. of a friends sofa… or at home with the kids, on your own..whatever happened? Whether you woke up hungover, sober or immersed in an accidental new chapter…KNOW… that you’re fine.

It’s Monday. It’s cool. You can use January 1st as an excuse to ‘start over.’

During the day, I had a busy New Years Eve, as I was on a train with Ruby & Junior (and my Mum) at 9.12am. I was on Platform Six, at Doncaster train station and headed into Leeds to go do lunch, a ‘Meet and Greet’ and stroke kittens at The Kitty Cafe.

Popular place. I had a WONDERFUL TIME. Really happy to have met you all. (I was late because my Taxi Driver didn’t know how to get there. I hate that, because if I was a taxi driver…I’d KNOW HOW TO DRIVE PLACES.) Fabulous wonderland. That place is spankingly bouji. It’s peaceful, yet busy and I’d say the perfect place to take your children….if they adore kittens.

Ruby & Junior LIVED FOR IT. I couldn’t get them out of the place! I had to pretend that we were buying a kitten, that would magically arrive at our home… by post? JUST TO GET THEM TO LEAVE.

I actually couldn’t believe how amazing the cafe was! You should absolutely go for the experience. However, I was there to ‘meet you’ and ‘greet you’…and that pretty much was my focus. (I love that you can order a Japanese flowering tea there. All the BOUJ!)

Just so you know! There’s actually going to be A GREAT DEAL of opportunities to ‘Meet Me’ and ‘Greet Me’ throughout this year. I’m excited to see you. I love it. It’s my favourite part of the ‘ball.’ A lot of you are asking…So yes, do not fret! The opportunity to say ‘hello’ and tinker in Wunna and will be there.

But anyway, my New Years Eve, was all about family. I had everyone around at my place and after a dance off, a few drinks, a bit of food, mixed in with the art of acting out ‘Little Mix’ videos. (Junior LOVES a shindig. He went bonkers with his dance moves and pout. His soul is every inch Wunna Land. Ruby is sassy, sophisticated, but FUN.)

Junior: ‘Mum, swing that chandelier thing about…No!  Do it really fast, so it makes the room look like a party.’

(Olly Murs ‘Dance With Me’ was on in the background, so loud that you couldn’t hear anyone speak at all. I guzzled Prosecco and forgot to think about my waistline. Oh and DO KNOW, that a Diet Guru did actually contact me and you will SEE which plan I think i’m going to go with….over the next couple weeks. Oh! And everyone keeps messaging me, asking what my New Years resolutions are? I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. Lol. Do people still make New Year resolutions? I thought they had been buried with the art of giving Christmas cards?)

Bottom line, I don’t like to restrict myself, simply because my life turns insane at points and I need to be emotionally and physically ‘flexi’ enough to Rumba along with it, without ‘Stop Signs’ and ‘Tut Tut, Shakey Fingers’ telling me to ‘Watch out.’

There was definitely a point last night where I found myself with a left handful of Jelly Babies & a right handful of Bombay Mix.

Oh the glamour!

I ate out of both handfuls..gracefully. Infact, a tiny piece at a time, like I was the Queen.  Then washed it down with prosecco..ungracefully…like I was Captain Jack Sparrow…in a faux fur….Or did I do it like I was Ru Paul? I can’t decide?

Anyway, the family party is going on downstairs. I tinker upstairs to find something. Lords knows what? Maybe my dignity, some help, a cocktail bar, Elvis? Who Knows???

I saunter into my room, slip into my’ comfiest comfies’ and then accidentally fall asleep in my pj’s at around 11.30pm without telling anyone, just before the whole ‘HAPPY NEW YEAR,’ hoo haa. (I do that..When I need to rest, I just disappear…and get comfy. That’s why I always love guys who like to kick back and get comfy, in their comfies.)

Mum: ‘I walked upstairs to find you and you were tucked in bed, with the lights out fast asleep, with a giant bottle of Prosecco by your bedside…even RUBY stayed up!! Haha.’

Woke up this morning feeling,


So FRESH, I was *breezy.*

So CLEAN, I was *squeaky.*

Tried a whole ‘dazzle’ of Ann Summers numbers on, before noon. Delightful little pieces of ‘cheeky, cheeky.’ I love Ann Summers, I think it’s GREAT. I’ve obviously worked alongside them previously, as I designed a Sex Toy range, with Jacqueline Gold (CEO of the company,) which was filmed and aired on Channel 4. I was ‘fitted’ into all sorts of pieces this morning….Some played well with my body…Some got the ‘thumbs down…Something got the ‘YES!!! THAT’S IT!’ ( I love those moments.)

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Then I had fish and chips. (Yay! Well done Diet Queen.) And because I worked SO HARD during 2017 and because (here we go) I have such an exciting 2018 of ‘work hard’ but with results for you to enjoy…I kinda wanted to just rest today. I’m already in my comfies, sat on my bed blogging, with a wine.

 So January the 1st. 2018…Wunna Land rested. Lol.

What? If my soul needs to rest, it’ll rest and if my soul needs to play…it’ll play.  🙂 🙂

Tomorrow…I’m headed in with a wink…

Welcome to 2018.

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We’ve Made It To Thursday….

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I’m feeling great! I mean there is STILL part of my life that is lulling in the ‘dull ‘ zone, however soon that ‘grey’ will be dashingly done and dusted. The rest of my life is ‘ooh laa.’ It’s magical.

Right….Many great things are happening to me right now and I can’t even believe it. My friends can’t even believe it.

Firmonnell: ‘I cannot actually believe that you’re going to be doing that! Lol.’

Me: ‘I know, it’s CRAZY.’

I guess opportunity has come a knocking and it’s certainly come threefold. Opportunity didn’t use to knock. I’d chase and chase and it still never knocked. For some reason now…it’s not only knocking, but i have a ‘bell’ that buzzes you straight into Wunna Land with automatic glitter doors, as big beefy security jiggles through the masses to pick the best pieces to the ‘Chrissie Wunna’ jigsaw.

I’d like to say it was luck, but to be fair, i’ve worked really hard, not as hard as I could’ve done, but come the New Year, i’ll now have that time to smash it. Work hard for what you want. It happens. And girls…please don’t feel downtrodden by others…be it men, life, the way you look etc..Normal chick issues. You can do anything. You really can. I am living proof of that. If i could empower every women in the entire  world, i’d be a happiest glamour puss in all of the land.

At the same time as hard work, I’m a big believer in fate. You get what you’re meant to get. You miss out on the things that aren’t right for you. You learn lessons along the way. No meeting is ever worthless. You encounter and cross paths with the people you’re supposed to. And If something’s meant to be, it will always come to you, or find its way back to you.

HOWEVER, if you don’t try to pursue the things that make you feel magical in life, then you’ll never get anywhere. You’ll always find yourself sat in your ‘why am I here’ rut. I’m Wunna Land. That’s not how I play drinking games. 🙂 A fire doesn’t start without a spark. And if anyone can spark a ‘gusto’ it’s moi!

Feel empowered. Be excited. Only do the things that you LOVE. Take the reins of your existence and shimmie it with everything that you stand for. Be the very best version of YOU.

A guy stopped me yesterday, as I was walking down a top flight of stairs with a Pot Noodle in my hand. (It was beef and tomato.) He’s Geordie, he tells ‘grandad’ type jokes and dresses up as 101 Dalmations at parties. Anyway, he stopped me and simply said,

‘The only thing that dissolves fear is ACTION. There’s something about you Chrissie. Something tells me you’re gonna be in a great place and never look back.’

Me: ‘Yeah. I’m not scared. I’m ready now. I actually feel held back.’

He smiled, like he was proud…and then I tottered off to eat my Pot Noodle. Yippeee!

Around Wunna Land, other shit was happening. ‘Hustle Barbie’ had decided to send suggestive messages to girls, from our guy friend Jonesez. She never learns that you don’t prank Jonesez because he lives for revenge and his excitement for it, is hardly ever punctuated. He don’t give no ‘hoot in hell.’ Bottom line…you’re fucked. So as she sat all smuggly, with her ‘i’ve sent messages’ head up in the air. He went to her car and smeared moisturiser all over the door handle of her car. She thought it was bird poo. I watched the snapchat an thought it was hummous….and what is honestly worst than innocently trying to get into your car and having your hand dolloped and smeared in a gooey, unknown substance. I’m a germaphobe, so to me…that is devastating. Hustle Barbie’s a vegan…She just got on with life.

I’m getting loads of love from ‘da ladies’ right now. My inbox is usually filled with messages from gentleman, who fancy their chances at adoring a glamour puss. Lol. Right now and because i’ve recently done one f the most uplifting interviews, that you’ll all see shortly, I have a jolly…if jolly meant ‘sexy’ bundle of chick ‘yahoos.’ Girls are naughty. Some have gone beyond the ‘you’re such a queen, I love you.’ To ‘I can’t even tell you what i want to do to you. *Devil face emoji.*

It’s hot. I love it. And it’s all because I said, that my Girl Crush (and if you know me or read this blog, you should  already know) that my GIRL rush is ELLEN DEGENERES. No one loves this women more than me…and I do mean sexually and not just in a ‘fan girl, oh yeah she’s funny’ kinda way. I need Ellen in my life! She’s my perfect woman.

Obviously….I’m straight. (I have an unfortunate and somewhat colourful history that pin points this. I’ve romanced a lot of gentleman. 😉 ) Yet. OH MY GOD, I properly fancy Ellen Degeneres with even inch of my heart and loins…that I don’t think that I could live without stalking her Instagram, every second. J This crush hasn’t recently occurred. This crush occurred in my mid 20’s whilst I was living in LA.

The quote from my interview, which comes out shortly is…

‘I could meet any guy in the entire world and not feel a single piece of the nerves. If I meet Ellen Degeneres. Like she was just right there infront of me, I might possibly DIE and then try and snog her after cocktails.’

Now, cos they do….all my real life chick friends are trying to steal my crush.

Hustle Barbie: ‘I think i’ve stolen your girl crush.’

(Then she posts a screenshot that tells me how Vegan Ellen Degeneres is. Do know that ‘Hustle’ has gone from ‘I really fancy a sausage sandwich to the absolute height of VEGANISM. She’s recruiting. Be warned.)

So yeah, now she fancies my Girl Crush, because my girls crush doesn’t eat animals in any way shape or form.

Hustle Barbie: ‘She’s mine now.’

Me: ‘I will only become a Vegan if Ellen tells me to. Back of Blondy, she loves me not you. Lesbians love me, even though I eat bacon.’

Me to Firmonnell: ‘Hustle is trying to steal my girl crush. Ellen’s vegan.’

Firmonnell: ‘Ha..ha..Does she fancy ALL vegans now????’

It’s weird how when we love something we try and make everyone else love it to. Hustle with her ‘don’t eat meat’ club. Me with my ‘Live life like you have nothing to lose’ thing. Keiran with his ‘I follow Jehovah….now you should too.’ All the girls with ‘Let’s go to the gym and eat healthy.’  It must be passion, or this sincere need to be *pom pommed* onto a more positive path.

Junior was so cute last night. he wanted to sleep in my bed with me, because he missed me when he went to his Dad’s.

‘Mum, i really need a snuggly something.’

‘I don’t have your blankey.’

‘I REALLY NEED A BLANKEY. Get me one of your jumpers. A snuggly one, that smells like you.’

I produced my thin peach jumper, the one that has a swan on it. I’d just chucked it in my wardrobe so it radiated a mummy glow.

He rolled it up into a ball and with utter bliss in his eyes, cuddled it like his life was now complete!

Why can’t all guys be like they were when they’re young and still adorable??

Saying that my first husband used to do the same. I was living in LA working. He’s an actor, but was living in New York at the time, before he was making his move to LA. We were  moving in together, and had just met. During that time, we had to be apart. It wasn’t bad at all really. We were fine. I’m used to living apart from my counter male. Schedules, careers and busy times usually prevail. Anyway, he’d always grab an item of my clothing, like a tshirt or a nighty and take it with him, to sleep with, whenever he left to be back in New York? (I’ve just made that sound creepy. But it was actually really innocent. Hahaha.)

Anyway, I’m off. I have a really exciting next couple of weeks, where i’ll be meeting some amazing faces, who will tinker into Wunna Land. I’m going to be in Leeds, London and then Liverpool.

I’m working all day, but my next thing is tomorrow.

Tomorrow i’m be celebrating with Candy Mechanics at Trinity Leeds, as they magically turn me into a chocolate lollipop. I’m so excited. I can’t wait to be there. It’s the big old live launch, for the ever so magical pop up stall that will open in Leeds later

A Little Bit Of Inspiration…

I don’t want you to forget how important you are. How important life is. Your life. Your version of it. We’re all different. We’ve made alternate choices. Some of us believe we’ve been dealt a decent hand. Some of us believe that we’ve been boomeranged a raw deal. Some of us are young. Some of us are old. Some of us are great at work and shabby at love. Others champion romance yet can never seem make their financial dreams come true. Most of us are balanced.

It doesn’t matter who you are, what you are, what you stand for or where you are in the world..Y’know… what stage you’re parked at in life..because we’ve all cried through parts, laughed through moments, told the truth, told a pack of lies, felt brave, been filled with fear, we’ve all loved, we’ve all lost, we’ve all won at some point…Yet, if you’re sat reading this right now, know that so far, you’ve done an alright job, simply because that heart is still beating and you’re still ticking along nicely and you can change the tempo of your world to make all of your dreams come true, at any point. You’re in charge of that. No one is BUT YOU.

And ALL of the above pretty much makes us the same. It’s what we all have in common. So like I always say, billions of people are doing life, this is JUST my version of it..and more than anything, as thousands of you scroll and ‘click’ onto CHRISSIEWUNNA.COM today, tonight, wherever you are in the world….I hope that one of you, at some point, whether you’ve met me or read a blog, be it from now, or from 10 merry years ago, I hope that one of you, somewhere around the world….has felt inspired.

Everyone always asks me what I reckon a ‘life soldier’ is all about and from what I know and what I’ve learnt, its always the people who aren’t scared to be bold enough to push forward who become the greatest version of themselves. When you fall down, you pick yourself up. You’ll fall down again. You pick yourself up. Don’t give up on anything that you care about. It’s not worth it in the long run. Don’t give up on what you believe is right. Don’t give up on YOU. Have faith in life but have faith in yourself. Roll with the punches. Keep ya head above water.

I’ve lived an extremely colourful past. We know this. I know this. I’ve lived it. I’ve danced through chapters and chapters of all different paths, all different worlds and around all different people. Some of it it is really clear. Some of it is just a blur. I’ve always had this uncanny way of making the shitty times look glamourous and the WONDERFUL times look simple and played down. But I’ve never told anyone HOW to live. I’ve only ever told my story. I didn’t get that from a text book or a University degree. I got that from actually living life and experiencing it to the core, experiencing people and situations. I don’t know how anyone can read a text book version of life, get a stamped piece of paper and then be some champion at inspiring others, by making you follow their rules. It makes no sense. It’s robotic and bizarre. Life is about emotion. How people feel…and that changes by the minute.

I will tell you that i’m going through a wonderful time right now. At the end of last year. It was actually around this time last year, in October. I secretly changed and decided to make myself a priority. I decided to try harder and hit pause of the things that weren’t right. I felt like I had been selling myself short…I stopped, redirected and it was in November of last year where I became focused on what I wanted and began to go for it.

It worked.

This year, things kept changing for the better. I was still scared about my changes. But I did them anyway. You have to, or you just don’t get anywhere. Well you don’t get where you want to be. I’ve been juggling everything and yeah there are time where I haven’t given everything my all. Yet there are times when I HAVE. I noticed that when I did…amazing things and I mean amazing ‘dream come true’ things kept happening as a result. This is in work and love.

Things changed. I bloomed. I became really confident in myself. I trusted myself. Had faith in my talent. My world. Love. My own version of life. I didn’t expect anything, I just hoped for the best…..and knew that I’d worked really hard…well taken the necessary baby steps without fear. This year I grew. And no one can take that away from me.

Everything is still changing and everything is still wonderful. I’m not there yet. I’m still stepping. I don’t have my perfect career. yet I’m nearly there. I’m not married and settled with the white picket fenced but something tells me that that will all be alright. Right now, I feel at my STRONGEST…and as ‘changes’ are happening…and i’ve always let changes jiggle with me, even without my consent. It’s not my favourite. When changes come as a surprise, it shocks your merry system and you fumble it a little, until you’re totally comfy.

This time for the first time EVER….I’m ready….


I ain’t dropping any ball this time. 😉



Shortcuts, Interviews & Prosecco

‘Are you Chrissie?’


(I gave her that ‘100 Watt’ Chrissie Wunna beam. 😉 )

‘You write that blog! My daughter reads it. She loves bloggers. She’s mad on them. She’s just bought that book on..what’s his name? Someone.. Dawson?’


(I was polite, because I didn’t exactly know who that was…Yet, neither did she, so I was on safe ground. Lol)

‘Anyway, i’ve started reading your blog. Thank you so much for coming back…’

‘Oh no…I love it here. The kids even love it here…’

The glamourous lady, all tanned and dark haired, with the perfectly pouty lips, sits down in my stylish yet comfy Prosecco Pit Stop booth. (I love Prosecco Pit Stop in Doncaster. It is a frequent afternoon haunt of mine. I used to go all the time when Shaun Applegate owned it, yet since he’s tinkered off to open up a new cocktail bar in the Victoria Gate, Leeds, which I can’t wait to visit once open, I believe this new sassy lady, is the brand new Pit Stop, ‘Boss Lady.’ I love her.)

‘I’ve just called my husband and said *Chrissie’s Here.* He told me to keep you here until he arrives. Lol. I love that blog, the one where your friend goes down on a girl with a Fishermans Friends. Lol. It’s just so hilarious. My 14 year old daughter showed me the post and asked me what it meant! Hahah!’

‘He actually went down on her with a Hall Soother.  ‘

Then we *paused* before a glamorous ‘girl on girl’ belly laugh and as my children returned back from a toilet trip with Grandad….we all, as a family enjoyed our Brushetta Brunch at our favourite little Doncaster Pit Stop.

‘Be good to me…’

Let’s be honest….She literally has nothing to worry about. I mean, if you’re a glamour puss and you own a Pit Stop that serves my body with Prosecco, then I’m probably going to adore you with every delightful inch of my kitten soul. Even if I tried, I couldn’t find a reason to dislike any human of that calibre.

But annnnyway…..

It’s a busy time in Wunna land and I know I keep harping on about how busy things are right now, but it’s pretty much the truth. My world is currently quite scheduled out and I’m feeling really lucky because I seem to have the best help at hand. I’m enjoying all my work, meetings, shoots, afternoon cocktails (I was at Ego yesterday afternoon) and just life in general. Early nights have been my favourite and yeah, i’m slowly but surely, getting everything built up and ready to take the next stiletto steps upward, upon that glitzy ladder of success. (When I say ‘Success,’ I don’t mean diamonds, riches and golden baths of wealth…Even though that really does sound like one of the most delicious plans. Why am I so stupid? That really is a great plan! Success to me is HAPPINESS. Finding your ‘happy’ and achieving it. Doing something that you love and yeah…having other people love and recognise what you do, feels good. I’m not gonna lie. It feels really good.

I write my blog to inspire. I inspire by telling my story. My own version of life. Everything else… comes from that….A really smart human once told me that if you give the world something of VALUE and simply because you LOVE doing it, you bizarrely get ‘Life Love’ back… threefold. It just comes to you. (That’s the ‘Candy Floss’ version of it. Yet, for shortcuts….having a great PR Team, also works just as well. 😉 I learn everything the hard way, so 10 years of tapping out my life as proved to be beneficial. I don’t know why I didn’t ‘shortcut’ the journey? I should’ve shortcutted the journey. Yet, good thing about missing the shortcut, is that fact that it made me SOLID in what I do.

You can say a lot. All that you want…but I’ve hit every road bump with a *BAZINGA.* Lol. Wunna Land is now one slick operation because of it. No one can take that away from me. I know my life. (Sounds weird, but some people still don’t know where they’re headed and that’s completely fine. You don’t have to know. You just have to be comfortable in the unknown zone. Just appreciate all that you have going on RIGHT NOW. Work hard. Have faith. Listen to your gut instincts and you’ll get there.) I don’t actually know what I’ trying to say, other than, if I can do it, ANYONE CAN. Don’t put yourself on a timer. It happens when it’s meant to happen. People…opportunities…everything finds you when it’s mean to. I’m only saying that because I always used to put myself on a timer.

Shortcuts are great. They’re great. But only when you’re ready. And i’m ready now…I’m all stable and filled with Va Voom. Yet with anything in life, be it in work or love…if you wish for longevity and not a short glittery *pan flash…* it takes the leg work.

Talking about my Va Voom, it’s certainly on point right now. Lol. I definitely heard ‘Firmonnell’ accidentally call me her ‘partner’ instead of her ‘colleague’ and my 20 something year old work colleague  ‘Jonesez’ kept sauntering around me and blushing…because he has some weird Asian girl fetish.

‘Why are you being weird and fancying me right now?’

‘Have you heard ya’self!!!

‘Is it the boobie thing?’

‘Hahah. No it’s the Asian thing.’

He hates feet though.

I have a busy week ahead. Junior’s loving school. Ruby’s loving life. And on Friday I have the Diversity in Media Awards. I’m up for ‘Blogger of the Year.’ I still haven’t bought a dress and I’ve completely run out of foundation. I forgot to go on my diet and had buckets of Piri Piri chicken wings and bread all weekend. But whatever….having bread wasn’t cheating on my diet. Trying to EVEN BE ON A DIET during the weekend, is surely cheating on BREAD.

I actually had so much other stuff to tell you today, but i’ve forgotten to *tap* it all out. Haha! Yipppee! It’ll have to wait until the next one. This blog has gone on too long today.

Yesterday there was a Chrissie Wunna Q & A in Inscriber Mag…. thanks to Kind Publishing. Incase you missed it…

Here’s the link for you to go and check it out…



Friiiiiiiday Feeling.



Morning my cherry pies of delight! 🙂 🙂 Today I am beaming, which is odd to say that i’ve had about 1 hours sleep due to my poorly Baby 2. He spent all night weeping and snotting….balling and coughing. (When I say ‘balling’ I do mean ‘more weeping’ and not the gangsta term for ‘pockets filled with cash,’ as obviously that would be odd to have a gangsta baby, yet probably more rewarding in the sense of…i’d get cash instead of no sleep. 🙂 )

Weirdly, once he woke and moaned a bit…boys will be boys. Ruby will be sick and champion it like a sailor, unless she’s tremendously ill. Junior…the slightest little, tiny, thing..and that’s it…his world has ended and he’s in the biggest, heart breaking tears imaginable. But that’s mean for you. You see, the good thing about Junior is that he’s still ‘boy’ before he thinks he has to put up this macho front of insecurity. All boys develop such a suit and well depending on their life experience and surroundings, some grow out of it and learn to be comfortable in their own skin…others….stay broken. Lol. Junior’s in the good stage of boy, where he is expressive, loving, happy, weepy…OPEN. I hope he always stays that way…and it will all depend on how i raise him. It’s often better when women raise boys because we know what a GOOD man is.

Over the moon though today. Have no idea why? Just happy. Got an early night. Woke up refreshed. Feeling appropriately adored by the masses and back to work today, since I couldn’t get much done yesterday…due to doctors appointments and poorly babies. I’m looking forward to the lash line now and well it’s developing into more than I thought. I’m now moving forward with plans, as my own business plan  is getting drawn up and well i’ve been doing all the correct research to get my product in all the correct places. Yesterday morning before 9am…it was all about the celeb goodie bag. I can’t believe how much i’ve actually being able to do myself, simply via the fine use of balls. I’m getting in doors that people never seem to even dare to knock at! It’s the Hollywood way! I tells ya! I’ve sort of adopted that work manner and brought it to my UK line of of ‘umph.’ All going well. Very happy. Plus, i’m not gonna lie, it’s filled with love, yet it’s sort of a big LAUGH at all the people who didn’t want me to achieve, didn’t think I would be able to do it…(I’ve never been a hater, so I never get why people SECRETLY enjoy to do it to me. 🙂 ) It’s also a bit of ‘look at me,’ with a dollop of inspiration for all those alone and sort of being a struggling Mum of two. It’s hard work being a Mama and well i’ve done tremendous work in this area 🙂 with BOTH babies…on my own…and look…i manage to create a  business that’s hopefully gonna work tooo! YOu can do it girls! I feel strong because I feel like I have everyone on my side. I can’t believe my luck and I often have a happy tear because I’ve ever so grateful. I’ve dne the hard times and passed them with flying colours. I have nothing to regret…because I did everything right and worked hard and stayed true to my little ones…I made all the sacrifices. Yet the great thing about making all the sacrifices is the simple fact that God BLESSES you threefold when you perform acts of kindness or sacrifice…SHE DOES! *Wiggle-Wink* Now…the hard part is over…well it will be after my surgery…and then I am free sailing. Can I get a *Cha Ching!* Like I always said, with my first husband Michael…I’m always supportive and think that what he’s achieved is great. Sometimes it’s of whole heart…and other times it’s just something I say to mask extreme jealousy! 🙂 At least i’m honest. On that…he gets the last laugh. Lol. But now that I look back, that boy worked SO HARD. he never went out, he ALWAYS worked hard on his craft. He was good to everyone and NEVER EVER wasted his time. I learnt a lot from him, as how I am now, is how he was then. hence why he got success much earlier. He already knew the core and was well ahead of the game. Now, i’m concentrating on my game. 🙂

On the dating front…getting hit on LOADS NOW. If i spruce up a little bit, or wear something appealing or…just get out and about…as in errand running…I get HIT ON…madly and even though might not be interested, boy is it flattering. My chick friend says that with every 5 no-hopers, there’s always one good one. I’ve had normal guys, decent guys, hot guys, ugly guys, hit on me. Yesterday a bizarre one in a blue mac and hood decided to follow me on my way back from my errands. He like my boots, my face, my everything and really wanted to take me out on a date. I don’t think he had teeth. Not one to be judgmental or anything. But teeth help. 🙂 Lord have mercy. Teeth help. It’s also helps if you look as though you don’t take drugs through the day..or really take drugs at all. I’m better than that! But yes, my red boots saved the day. I guess? I even had a DOCTOR…a DOCTOR asked me out on isle 6. My 5 minute supermarket errand turned into a whole 45 minutes, simply because my red boots wanted to entertain random gents to entertain for a few minutes here or a few moments there. I met a Chef, a Doctor…butcher, baker, candlestick maker. 🙂 Not quite, but chef and Doctor yes. Id always have food and i’d always be well. I’ve actually dated a chef before. It is handy. But not when they blackmail you. 🙂 Chef’s should stick to making prawn dinners and leave blackmailing to ‘The Sopranos,’ who do it with so much more decorum. (Not at all celebrating what they do.) Yesterday’s chef wasn’t dodgy. Apparently he wants to make me fajita’s one night. Cute. I just used the ‘i’ve got surgery’ exit line and with a Miss. World smile…I waved bye.

I’m just not ready for proper dating yet as I have too much on and I don’t like bringing new people into Wunna land really, it’s not beneficial for the the children….yet. I always put there best interests at heart. I DO LOVE DATES THOUGH. I adore romance. I LOVE being treated like a Princess. I love dinners. They make me feel special and I really enjoy them. More than a club nights. It’s just not me these days. Plus, the glitzy ‘Wunna boat’ has set off sailing with her sequin sails. (My LA friends call it the ‘Wunna Fame Bus.’) Once it’s sailed and successed and i’m laid at a stop off sunbathing in a zebra bikini, enfolded with brand new cash….so to speak…I can’t imagine just dating ANYBODY…I mean they would have to be of caliber. 🙂 They can’t just wait until I’m successful then jump on board. I’m not that stupid. (Even though people like to think that I may be at times. 🙂 Well I AM stupid AT TIMES. 😉

People like Boyband Jonny ‘back in the day’ would do something like that. I can’t believe how much he used me and I can’t believe how much I let him, even after knowing everything in life that I already knew. He himself had issues and well he tried to make me feel like  I wasn’t of worth, simply because he felt down and insecure. Hence why he dated me… and hence why he had to make himself feel mighty. (I think he believe that by dating me he would feel popular….I had just come off a TV show..literally….Yet what he found was that I wasn’t as weak as he hoped and dating me, being around the life that I was living during that time, made him feel even more insecure.)  He had not much going for him in the love department…if it came to loving, building, looking after, or caring for a girl…let alone family. He just had a good singing voice. Yet I was moving forward and it made him feel uneasy and all that he had was the fact that he knew I loved him. SO he used that to bully me. It worked for ages…but then I got strong and VERY BORED of his game of ‘on and off’ again. I’ll play for little while, until I get bored of the ‘i love you and now I don’t’ game…then success takes over and I just leave it behind. When it comes to love, I’m very open. If I want to love, I will. If I want to kiss you…i will.  I never play the game of it all and because I don’t believe in it. More boys do than girls. I’m just really open when it comes to matters of the heart. It’s funny that i’m doing well now, after Jonny treated me like rubbish. I’ve never forgotten it and well now i’m laughing. ( If I see him, I have a chat…but i certainly don’t count him as even an acquaintance. It’s hilarious, as he now would like to make amends.) But whatever, he jumped off the Wunna boat…yeah he said ‘sorry’ but it was far too fashionably late. He can swim now. 🙂 Oh and look, i’ve run out of armbands. 🙂

Life is great! I’m nervous about my surgery on Tuesday. I don’t enjoy that i’m not going to be able to chitter chatter for a while. I haven’t heard from Chase in a couple days, so hopefully the business plan hasn’t killed him off and he’s working hard on it. I know that he has a lot going on with work right now, so it must be horrific. (Doing sums…big ones…was never my forte.)  I’m only concerned because he usually contacts me daily and numerous times. I get used to that behaviour and then I panic, when it’s gone. Lol. I enjoy routine now that i’m an oldie. But i hope I hear from him soon, as he said it would take a week to write the plan….and i’m in surgery in days. Not being able to talk is going to kill me. It makes me want a wine for breakfast. Eww! Who am I kidding…I meant a champagne. 😉

I’ve just had another Doctor’s phone call. It seems to be part of my normality right now. Luckily, I didn’t have to go in again, and the GP could just banter at me down the blower. My blood is all ‘jolly’ and when I say ‘jolly’ and I just partying with a mind of its own, or so it seems. Red blood cells, white blood cells, they’ve all having a knees up and well it’s been throwing my body off hormonally for years. The GP (who was Scottish) basically said, because I have had a certain number of pregnancies SO CLOSE TOGETHER, my body has never fully managed to mend hormonally and regain it’s correct balance, which would be a state where I could function like myself  again. Ive been myself…it’s just been wibbly. It’s normal in pregnancy, but for me because i’ve had my babies close together and well there was a situation earlier this year….and my thryoid….my hormones have been jumbled and darted through the roof. It’s been triple FIRE! It was again a sigh of relief to hear that because i’m just getting back to normal to the point where I can even feel it. And i’ve been through a lot of drama with it.

So to all women going through the same DON’T WORRY, YOU GET BETTER…you’re not crazy, or pathetic, no matter how many times someone calls you it. 🙂  And to all men who are experiencing such with their lady, THE CORRECT THING TO DO IS TO STAND BY HER AND SUPPORT HER) as it’s when she needs the help most, especially once the baby is born, you’re meant to make it as stress free as possible for her..and well that’s actually you’re job as a man. The dramatics are for the women.

Today, I feel great because after checking my blood cells and levels…and blurting a diet out at me…she put me on iron deficieny pills for three months, which will zoom my hormone levels back to ‘balanced’ in no time. Plus, I already feel much better, meaning it will be great! I’ll be a whole new woman and I can’t wait. I mean, it must have been crazier than I thought, because aside from my bloods, my thyroid has been hormonally effecting me also. All due to pregnancies and to them being far to close together for my little body to handle. The Doctor weirdly said, in her very Scottish accent, ‘You’ve actually been very poorly, but you yourself haven’t noticed because you’ve lived at that level for a while.’ It was relieving, because I did actually know, I just didn’t have anyone to tell, without getting blasted at. I know ‘being me’ well! I’ve been ME for 30 something years. So i noticed a change…and one that couldn’t be helped during pregnancy. I didn’t feel like I had support and it made me do crazy things, even after Ruby was born. But now…I’m getting back to MOI! Yipppeeee! IT NEVER FELT BETTER and i’m using the great feeling wisely. BEAUTY LINE MUCH! 🙂 🙂 🙂

It’s in these moment when you get better, that you look and see who was there for you, is there for you, who looked after you  and made you well again. . (Reminds me of the girl I me at the supermarket who had told me that her boyfriend had left her after her 3 month old baby was born because she was hormonal. She had post natal depression, but instead of helping her, he selfishly thought of himself and did one. Left her with the baby even. TWO babies, because she had a toddler also.)

The good thing about a hormone jumble is that if you go to the Doctors, they point it out and make you well again. Once you’re well again, you know who you are and you SEE clearly…meaning you know who was there and who wasn’t. Who believed in you and supported you…and who didn’t.


Wunna’s getting BRAND NEW! And look, everything’s falling back into place. Stay positive!