girl power

May 2014

I should have posted this ages ago but it’s better late than never, I suppose! Although this blog will still retain its emphasis on women’s history, I also really enjoy sharing more about my actual real life here too so am going to post a bit more about that in future. Anyway, May was a bit of a blinder of a month so I thought I’d kick off with some choice highlights via the wonders of Instagram and my gin fuddled memories. Let’s go! May kicked off with the completely amazing Georgian sleepover at Hampton Court Palace, which I enjoyed […]

Vigée Lebrun and Marie Antoinette

Their association began when Marie Theresa asked the Count Mercy to approach Marie Antoinette to request two full length portraits for a room filled with family portraits. Forgoing the usual court painters, Marie Antoinette chose someone new for this important commission: a rising star in art, the Parisian portraitist Madame Élisabeth Vigée-Lebrun, who had already painted Marie Antoinette’s brother in law, the Comte de Provence. It was to be the first painting in a series that was to immortalise both sitter and artist in the eyes of posterity: when one thinks of Marie Antoinette, it is the vision of her […]

Mumsnet Blogfest 2012

Caitlin Moran at Blogfest. Photo: Mumsnet Bloggers Network I have returned from a rather amazing, often surreal but always inspiring two days in London and, as always, have hastened here to spill the beans about what happened. After much disorganisation and general rubbishness, I arrived at Paddington on Friday and, as usual, got the bus to Whitechapel, where I was staying the night with my dear chum Rachael from Tales from the Village. While on the bus I gradually began to realise that the man sitting opposite me, who looked apparently otherwise normal – a bit like a younger Bill […]

Geri Halliwell’s Union Jack dress

Geri Halliwell performing at the Brit Awards, February 1997. Photo: Rex. It was Monday, 24th of February 1997 and I was getting ready to head out to the eighties night at Rock City in Nottingham. I’d gone over to a friend’s house for the occasion and we drank cheap champagne and played the first Garbage album on repeat as we slipped on sequin encrusted dresses (silver, strappy and vaguely slutty for me, a glimmering red halterneck for her), put our pink and red dyed hair into bunches, pulled on platforms and then slapped on bright, glittery make up. Before leaving […]