Category: children

Letters To A Millionaire

As you know I am crowdfunding, for a huge sum of £1,000,000 . I am still 100% positive I am going to get it done, but its time to find some bigger donators, so I have a list of multi-millionaires who I look up to and I am going to write them letters in the hope they will donate. These people must get letters all the time though so I’ve got to do something that will make my letter stand out.

See below to view what my brilliant creative mind came up with!

Letter 1. Peter James

peter james letter

 

Letter 2. JK Rowling

jk rowling letter

 

 

Crowd Funding; Homes For Families

 

These couple of posers are my boys. My boys, who due to me and my partner making the right decisions at the right time, have the ‘privilege’ of a safe and secure roof over their heads. They wake up in the morning and know that they will be back in their same bed, in the same bedroom that night to sleep. Privilege, I have the privilege, of being able to provide a roof over my child’s head, they have the privilege of having a roof over their heads, in my mind, in the 21st Century, a child in the UK, a child anywhere in the World should not feel privileged to have a roof over their head, this should be a human right… in my mind.

Each and every day in the UK 150 families face homelessness. That is a minimum of 150 young children every day not knowing where they are going to be living, eating, sleeping.  150 children everyday will be let down by a system clearly not working. A system in crisis, a system heading for disaster. We can go to the pub order a drink and muse about the housing crisis happening around us, we can blame politicians, greedy landlords and exploitative estate agents but it’s us that has the power to fix it.

I came up with a plan, I worked out the money needed, thought about shelving said idea because, come on, who makes £1,000,000 on Crowd Funder? I then looked up, I looked at my boy’s faces and I knew I couldn’t just shelve it, this society we live in needs a little changing, it needs its heart warming up, its needs to be a bit kinder and it needs to see a human as a human as an equal. This is what I want to leave as a legacy for my boys.

My crowdfunder.co.uk project launches tomorrow morning at 8am. Please consider donating and sharing and don’t forget you don’t donate and receive nothing back in return, there are some great rewards on my crowd funder page!

www.crowdfunder.co.uk/family-homes

 

It’s Personal…

I’ve taken the decision, for better or worse to talk about me and If you follow any of my social media accounts you will know that as well as a successful interior designer, indeed sole visionary of this business I call Popsicle, I am a Mama, a working from home (80% of the time) Mama. This is a bloody hard position to be in, but a necessary position these days – with nursery bills so high yet still a need for two incomes in most family households, working from home is absolutely necessary.

Back to it being bloody hard though a day in the life of a working from home Mama goes something like this; You get up, get everyone else fed, clothed and cleaned ready for the day. You pick up your work stuff and put it on the dining room table. You then look at yourself and realise, quite frankly, you’re a mess! You drag on some clothes concoction and hope it meets the rest of the playschool parent drop off standard, you get the children in the car for said playschool drop off. On route home you collect the days food, get side tracked by the youngest child demanding something or other… probably a banana! You stop get yourself a coffee and them that banana. You then realise if you don’t hot-foot it home soon you’re going to miss the banana loving little angels naptime and therefore your one hours uninterrupted worktime. So they’re down, they’re snoozing its your time and you… you look at the dishes, you look at the washing pile, you look and you do and you don’t work! You read that right, you don’t work!  Then the youngest gets up and they want lunch and entertaining and Mr Tumble, then its time to get the eldest from playschool and they want a snack and entertaining and to play that game on your phone. Then its dinner time for the kids, bathtime for the kids and, thankfully, bedtime for the kids. You sit down and your partner gets home, they vent to you about their hard day, they want dinner, conversation and a box set. Then you realise everyone else is in bed, the kids are snoring, your partners relaxing in bed i.e. faffing about on Facebook and you’re still not working… you are absolutely wiped out, exhausted, you have given everything physically and now to expect anything mentally is just well… crazy, but you do it, you finally move your work stuff back on to the dining table, stay up way too late vowing to use your time better tomorrow and feeling guilty about the washing that still needs to be hung and not giving the children enough attention!

I told you it was bloody hard… but so worth it and I am so thankful to do it, to do what I love working from home whilst my family snooze (80% of the time)!