Win Your Own Scary Peeper Halloween Prop

This week I received a head in a box.

It would be accurate to say that when the box was opened I did recoil a little bit. This guy is creepy! I guess that’s the idea though, right? On the upside, it will probably be the last time Bess asks to open my parcels!

The Scary Peeper is not pretty. It’s the same size as an average adult head and can be attached to your window using the suction cup already attached.

I have taken photos in the daytime so that you can see him in all his glory and then at night – it is very creepy at night!

Sneaky peeker Halloween prop

How did the children react

Well, Bess isn’t easily startled so she hasn’t jumped once. Moose isn’t worried by him at all – in fact he has named him “The Wizard”, he believes that The Wizard is making sure they aren’t being naughty and will report back to Santa if they are. This is an excellent result but does mean that The Wizard is going to have to stay put.

Col however has been startled quite a few times already. I have tried leaving it in one place and tried moving him to other windows. Either way Col jumps. So it does do what it “says on the tin” as it were.

I think on Halloween night we might try hanging him on the inside of the window looking out to scare the trick or treaters!

scary peeper in the dark halloween prop

Win the Peeping Tom Halloween Prop #6

I would rather be eating Pizza at Bella&Brava

Autumn is my favourite time of the year by far. The colours, the smells hanging in the air, the longer nights, scarves and gloves. These are all my reasons for loving this time of year. Pizza is also a favourite.

Why then is it that every year this is also the time that I start to pine for faraway places and for the feeling of skin warmed by the sun? My timehop told me today that on no less than 3 occasions over the last few years it has been this week that we have chosen to book a holiday in the sun. Bizarre coincidence or maybe I love the sun a bit more than my conscious self might like to admit! 


I would rather be eating pizza

It was certainly a good excuse to indulge in some holiday browsing anyway. So today while sporting some seriously autumnal layering I could be found daydreaming of destinations. 

Food always plays a big role when we are choosing where to go. I cannot think of anything more inviting at the moment than eating pizza in Venice.

Bella&Brava would be the perfect spot for us.

Perhaps for some a larger menu might be preferable but I completely understand why they have decided to offer just 6 options. I would rather have 6 amazing pizzas to choose from than 20 which are perhaps just okay. Who wants just okay?


From their insistence upon high quality ingredients to their use of recyclable, eco friendly packaging Bella&Brava sound like our kind of Pizza makers. Simplicity and sustainability. The perfect marriage.

I could imagine us eating pizza while exploring places nearby such as the Grand Canal of course and I would definitely order a Venexiana, what would you choose?


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My Car

Day 3 of Blogtober is about cars. I have been able to drive for 13 years but I know pitifully little about cars. So I will talk about what I do know. 

I have owned 4 cars. An old renault clio, a C3 which I chose because it looked cute but which repeatedly died on me, a Vauxhall Zafira which was kindly written off by another driver on a roundabout last November and then this. A Hyundai Matrix. If you think it looks like an old man’s car, you would be quite right


hyundai matrix


The old man’s car

My children have spent more time in this car than I have. In fact, the day I got it Col and Bess jumped into the back and having opened their secret hiding place, they proceeded to pull out a little plastic horse, a pack of pencils, a few shells and some other assorted oddments. A small handful of memories.

This car used to belong to my Grandpop. He loved to drive, he and my Nan would often have Col and Bess to stay and take them off to the beach or woods for lots of playtime. Even when we moved 150 miles away my Nan and Grandpop would drive in this to meet us at the beginning of the school holidays so they could whisk Col and Bess away for the duration of the half term. As soon as the children caught sight of this car they would get so excited to see their Great Grandparents. To them this car meant adventure.

That was quite a few years ago now. My Nan has since passed away (fuck you cancer) and then last November I was involved in an accident (decided in my favour by the insurers) which resulted in my previous car being written off. 


The shakes

Around the same time it had become apparent that the Parkinsons my Grandpop was suffering with was getting worse. A lot worse. It’s strange and scary to see someone you love be affected by ageing and all that comes with it. Especially when they have to deal with a condition like Parkinson’s too. I think most people know about the involuntary shakes associated with the disease but not about the other stuff. It really robs a person of who they are. Mentally and physically.

The day after I told him my car had been written off, my Grandpop called to tell me that he made the decision to give back his driving license. He said it quite matter of factly (as is his way) but I could hear how difficult and brave a decision this must have been for him. He wanted me to have his car. An offer I was not expecting.

I felt so conflicted about the offer. Of course I was incredibly grateful but also sad. Sad that we had to accept that things were changing. The Grandpop who would turn up and get stuck into some gardening or fix some DIY catastrophe was not going to be around anymore. 

I of course accepted 

So now his car is mine. It has been nearly a year since he signed it over but quite honestly I don’t think it will ever really feel like it’s anything other than Grandpops car. I am ok with that. It maybe isn’t the prettiest car in the world but it has something which not a lot of cars have. It has love ground into the carpets (along with god knows what else) and it has a place in the story of our little family.

ps. My foot still hurts, fingers crossed it’s better tomorrow! 





Babies are overrated


Day 2 of blogtober and I am dosed up on some pretty hefty painkillers thanks to what Google tells me is a trapped nerve in my foot (medial planter nerve to be exact)

I couldn’t get an appointment with a GP even if I wanted one so instead I am treating it with a lively dose of ibuprofen 3 times a day, rest and lots of ice packs. If it goes purple or some other equally alarming colour I will call someone.

Blogtober marches on though and today’s prompt is Babies. 

Babies is the title of one of my very favourite songs by Pulp and also what we refer to very young humans as. I have produced 3 babies in my lifetime and 3 is definitely my magic number. I am so over babies.

People don’t like it when you say that. I sometimes feel, as a woman, that I am expected to want to produce a never ending conveyor belt style stream of babies. After giving birth to each of my little darlings someone would ask “so, when’s the next one?”. As though I would want to jump straight back onto the morning sickness inducing, oedema bringing fun train that is pregnancy. Some people glow in pregnancy. I did not.

1 year old col

A much younger me with a much younger Col

The truth is that I had a taste of life after babies before Moose came along. With Bess and Col both at school I had 6 hours a day to myself to pour into my business. I could decide on a whim to go for coffee with a friend or nip to the shops, and I did.

I could sleep in on Sundays safe in the knowledge that my children were able to make their own breakfast quite happily without needing me at their side.

Days out got interesting again. We could play board games and computer games together. It was actually more fun!

And then there was Moose.

Before Moose I thought our family was complete. I had as many children as I had hands and that, I thought, was enough. Fate (or whatever you want to call it) had other ideas and we found ourselves outnumbered and surviving on no sleep once againand in the company of a little boy who fills my heart to the brim. Who really does complete us.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my children now and I loved them as babies. When Col was a baby he had the cutest little feet which you wanted to nuzzle because it made both of us giggle – you do NOT want to touch teenage Cols feet. Trust me. Now we giggle over our shared love of certain TV programmes. Bess was so cute as a baby, but as she grows toward adolescence she honestly takes my breath away with her brilliance.

All I am saying is that as much as we all love babies, there is a lot to be said for a bit more sleep and for children who are able to tell you with words what the hell it is they want.

So, if you are a parent who is coming to realise that your baby is really not a baby any longer. Don’t stress. The best is yet to come.



About me. Easy, right? Wrong! #blogtober

I decided to join in with blogtober this year. Blogtober is essentially a series of daily prompts put together by Mandi at Hexmum for the whole month of October. I thought it sounded fun! 

So here we are on day 1. The prompt today is About Me, an easy subject right? Well, yes unless you are running on fumes and feeling seriously down about yourself. Are you ready for the pity party? 

I am joking, a little. I couldn’t put you through hundreds of words filled with what if’s and if only’s. It wouldn’t suit me anyway. A bit much for day 1.

tasha dewdney

Who am I?

I am Tasha. I am not happy with the way I look but I really like pasta sooo… I like to think I am fairly intelligent until I do something to spectacularly prove otherwise. This happens too often at the moment. The last time was when I managed to book a (non-refundable) hotel for the week before a conference I was attending rather than for the date needed. Happily I did manage to sort it out but it was expensive and involved many, many swear words. 

The time before that was when I designed some (in my biased opinion) awesome business cards but forgot to add my email address. That’s 2 in a fairly long list. 

I like to hide my insecurities behind humour and sarcasm. I don’t feel entirely comfortable telling you that.

What do I do?

I make clay (mainly wedding) cake toppers and have done for 11 years. I have made all kinds of things over the years and I absolutely love it! I am so grateful that I have been able to stay at home and still make a little bit of money to get by without having to worry about childcare. 

As well as playing with clay I like to spend my time writing my blog. I started the blog last November and now that Moose attends preschool a little more I find it relaxes me to take some me time to just sit and write something. 

Why Blogtober

Because as silly as it sounds, I want to learn to be more open. We are all on this silly journey together (eugh, I know) and maybe sharing with you everyday might make me feel lighter by the end. I hope you tag along and if you are taking part then let me know in the comments – I want to get to know you too!