An assurance that I’m still alive with a little update about what has gone down in the month of May.
‘Ello Mayday! Instalment no. 2 on the young vlog: where I mumble through a story about a cockney cab company employee who can’t understand a word that I mumble.
Tune into Webisode One where Weekes tries her hand (face?) at vlogging. Is that a thing?
Meet Sinéad: Cat-Beastie activist and Official Woolly Spokesbeastie for my new album!
Was Julian of Norwich the original crazy cat lady? And what’s an anchoress? Ohh sounds interesting–you’d better read and find out!
I did some stuff, I swear: a recap of some of the important stuff that I did this week.
A post in which I grapple with some tough questions in my quest to become the most famous blogger in the world.
In which I channel my inner Martha Stewart and Nigella to create something truly beautiful and authentically Victorian–oh wait, Christmas movies are on!
Join me on my exploration of tipsy film research, cuckolding cats, and poor Countess Alys’s Medieval marriage market plight.
I got a new coat and obviously look amazing in it.
A reflection on birthdays past that is uncharacteristically positive and optimistic.
Meet Jane Eyre (a sweet angel sent down from heaven to grace us mere mortals with her presence) and her brother Edward Fairfax Rochester (a tyrannical pig dressed in a cat suit).