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      So, England are out of the World Cup and now poor Andy Murray has the hopes of a nation resting upon those sturdy shoulders of his. Can the defending Wimbledon champion cheer us all up and deliver the goods a second time around? The pressure was firmly on England and now The Muzzler must bear the load. I’ve been having butterflies ahead of my daughter’s school sport’s day and I’m not even down for the egg and spoon. Imagine how he must be feeling right now? Not only does he have to play ridiculously long tennis matches against grand slam greats in potentially searing hea..

          Life can throw some horrible things at us. Take a nasty stomach bug for example, or a bereavement perhaps.  Lately we’ve suffered both in our house as it happens. The first hurtled through us like a raging bull, while the second involved a note shoved in a milk bottle to say our dead cat was behind the wheelie bin. How much can a family take in one week? After the house had been fumigated, the beloved cat laid to rest and our many tears patted dry, I decided we needed some sunshine in our lives. By embarking on my very own 100-day happiness quest I resolved to chee..

      As I was jogging (staggering to be more precise), down the street the other day, I noticed a man gardening outside the former home of an old school friend. Ahhh, I thought, I remember old Johnny Peabody (lets call him) playing in that garden when we were knee high to grasshoppers. The man was bald and slightly stooped. As I approached, he turned to face me. There was a flick of recognition. It WAS little Johnny Peabody. When the people you went to school with become beige-wearing, semi-retired, tea-room frequenters, you know your number is nearly up. It was bad enoug..

      I can’t quite believe It’s Easter already. It only seems like two minutes since I was panic buying Christmas presents. Now I’m panic buying Easter eggs. Year in, year out, I am the last man standing, scouring the shelves for anything half decent. Hopping from supermarket to supermarket, to mini-market to corner shop to filling station. There’ll always be a three-year-old niece who ends up with an innapropriate Double Decker offering, or a brand-less bedraggled excuse for an egg with the foil peeling off. In such cases when visiting, I tend to slink in and place sa..

    Since my last post bemoaning the warmer weather, spring has finally arrived (I think) and everyone is predictably delighted. The men have dusted off their three-quarter length trousers, shades are appearing atop heads and sticky feet are slowly making their way out of hibernation. Hooray… I am trying to embrace it with all my heart, as promised, and have literally got the bunting out (Little Lucy Willow, of course!), but have been perturbed that I may be the only one to feel such apprehension toward the summer. I have therefore been racking my brains to discover who el..

  For this week’s blog we thought we would share with you a truly inspiring story. It’s all about a little man called Charlie who, when born, was nicknamed The Rocket! Against all the odds, he is now a 6 year old little bundle of fun and full of life. It’s not often that a story with so many emotional highs and lows, fateful twists and turns is documented in such a way that is heart warming, humorous, feel good as well as inspirational. Not least in that the father telling this story is none other than our very own Little Lucy Willow’s Godfather. Do take a moment to visit th..

    The recent sunshine has been lovely after all that terrible rain and here at Little Lucy Willow we are already preparing for summer with some gorgeous children’s nightwear. However, I have to admit, I’m more ‘woman of winter’ than ‘summer siren’. To me the heat just means I must depart with my beloved woolies and bare my arms – to the elbow at least.   I dread the evenings getting lighter, the optimistic weather stories in the paper and those photographs of the world and his wife on Brighton beach when the mercury touches 10. When this happens it truly is time to du..

    Running your own business can be a stress-inducing, sleep-depriving, death-defying game. Don’t get me wrong, Little Lucy Willow is my pride and joy and I wouldn’t want to do anything else. I mean, what could be nicer than designing and sourcing beautiful children’s beds and furniture? Not to mention all the gorgeous children’s accessories we sell. I’m like kid in a sweet shop most days. But there can be as many not-so-nice parts to my job too. Parts that bring me out in a cold sweat, make my knees wobble and my hair go limp. However, none of this even comes close to th..

    Children’s beds are big business these days with the vast range of products available surpassing anything we have seen before. In such a competitive market we know we must deliver quality children’s bedroom furniture at the right price. It’s for this reason that we are constantly refreshing our designs and collections, the latest addition to the fold being our stunning designer divan beds. The Little Lucy Willow in house team has chosen some gorgeous fabrics for the collection which are simple, fresh and timeless. With the added option to buy matching fabric for curtai..

        Firstly, I must inform you that I have had a cold. Yes, despite all my dodging, weaving and trowelling on of the hand gel, I was devastated when that all too familiar achiness and shakiness slithered over me like the unwanted affections of a greasy barman. Bleugh! Anyway, I have spent the past week downing cold-busting beverages and blowing my very blocked nose. It was during this period that I was required to have two of my daughter’s school friends home for tea. It had been arranged for a good while, me being the last mum of the three to commit. Not great ti..

      So, the dog-eared decorations have come down, the cards have all been gathered from the dusty window-ledges and the last of the pine needles hoovered up and chucked out with the tired looking tree. It’s not a nice task to have to do and one which I always dread even before I’ve put the things up to be honest. The dreary new year is here and with no more twinkling fairy lights to brighten up those foreboding skies, everything suddenly seems like a chore.   It’s like wading through tar and that’s before you’ve told the children they have to go back to school. So ..

        Well, I thought I’d fulfil my motherly duties with a spot of cutting and sticking after being guilt-tripped into it whilst chatting to a friend. So, as promised, we set about retrieving the ‘craft’ box which is jammed in the cupboard where everything else is, well…jammed. So much so that if you remove that little sewing kit at the top, the whole lot will come tumbling out like a raging river of useless stuff. In factjust like that. I think this singular annoying event has been the barrier to me engaging in craft activities for so long. The neat-freak in me simpl..

Heres our very own little star Lucy Willow. She recorded this song over Christmas and with help from her friend Jake Johnson she made her first music video. Follow Lucy’s music journey on twitter www.twitter.com/willow_lucy   ..

        A friend recently informed me that her window cleaner’s neighbour (whom she only knew by sight) had broken up with her boyfriend and was dating a toyboy “with a six-pack to die for”. “I didn’t know you knew her that well”, I replied. “Oh I don’t. I saw it on facebook.”…She is a bit of a voyeur I must add and likes nothing more than sitting down with a cuppa and having a good old nose. Postings such as “just made some chicken soup. Mmmm” and “hangover cures anyone?” are her daily fodder. I occasionally get informed about the dead pets of various acquaintances thr..