Well, hello there. Pull up a seat, mind the mess and don’t look directly at the pile of crumbs I swept into a neat pile in the corner.
“Some days we spin the plates, some days we drop them. I’m not here to tell you how to keep them up — I’m here to tell you it’s okay when they wobble. We’re all spinning together.”
I made the decision back in November 2023, at 7 months postpartum on our very first family holiday, that blogging was something I might enjoy doing. It was one of those tiny moments that felt quietly big — sand between my toes, baby asleep in the pram, and the feeling of needing a space that feels real, warm, and safe… preferably with no judgement and lots of snacks. The very first time I wrote this blog, it had already taken me 11 months to start. I remember thinking that felt long. (Oh, sweet 2024 me. You had no idea) 
Back then, I was sat on the 17:03 train leaving Manchester Piccadilly at peak commuter hour, shopping bags stacked like a modern art installation. I was mum-glowing myself back to life thanks to the ladies on the Charlotte Tilbury counter with my new foundation and a mum must have Hollywood Flawless Filter — that glow! (IYKYK)- it was needed after a night drinking neat rum and trying a cigar at Dakota Hotel with the rum maestro Nelson Hernández from Diplomático. It was our first night away together since having my daughter, who was 18 months old at the time. My stepdaughter was collecting me from the train station, ready for grandma-tag-out so I could swoop in just in time for bath and bedtime like an overtired but enthusiastic superhero.
I remember telling myself, I shall write again soon(er)…Bless her. She tried. Just over two years later, I’ve learned that the best things in life take their sweet time. And that’s okay. In fact, it might even be the point.
What happened in the time between deciding and finally writing?
Oh, you know…
The chaos-magic cocktail that is motherhood
Maternity leave ending and returning to full-time corporate life (which has now ended, buts that’s for another day!!)
Renovating a home
Being a sister, daughter, auntie, friend, wife (prob should have listed wife first- love you husband, shout out to you/ us for doing this wonderful life together)
Becoming pregnant again
And of course, realising that laundry is a lifestyle, not a task.
I’ve always got a lot going on — spinning and, yes, dropping plates quite regularly. Stripping it back? I’m just a girl in her mid (well… now later) 30s trying to do it all, not always managing, but showing up anyway. And that is where Dropping the Plates was born. Not from perfection, but from the beauty of the wobble. Because “Dropping the Plates” isn’t literal — unless we’re talking about crockery in toddler reach, in which case it absolutely is. It’s the analogy that sums up motherhood and real life: we try to keep everything going, all the time, all at once — the mum plate, wife plate, daughter plate, friend plate, career plate, renovation plate — spinning, spinning, spinning…
Dropping the Plates is me giving the not-so-perfect bits of life a voice — the moments we almost lose under emotional labour, the admin overload, the identity shifts, the tired tears, the joy, the guilt, the figuring it out, the trying again.
But here we do one thing differently, we talk about the wobbles and we don’t pretend they never fall. We also celebrate the every day and the moments of pure joy.
Now, just over 2 years later, I realise — good things always take longer than we plan. And meaningful things? They take the longest. How did I feel most days? Tired, mostly. But how do I feel now I’ve finally written this? Proud. A little surprised that I actually did it. But proud.
I blog for the mums, the want-to-be-mums, the step-mums, and anyone who isn’t totally sure where all their plates are headed yet. My hope is that it’s not just for mums too — that others wander in, maybe laugh a bit, nod knowingly, or at least enjoy the ride (even if it’s occasionally at my expense). I blog for connection, community, and that little sigh-laugh we all do when we realise the chaos is shared. And let’s be honest — laughing about the chaos is cheaper than therapy. (Although therapy is also lovely. Again, if you have the time. Which is sort of the point here.)
I’m not here to brag or pretend it’s easy — I’m here to be the voice that says “yep, that’s real. Let’s laugh and keep going.” From here on out, you can expect
Real mum moments
Creativity, with crafts, baking or ideas of things we did that actually worked out alright.
Stories that connect, uplift, and occasionally make you ugly-laugh
Plenty of content dropping now — and regular content drops from here on out! (No disappearing acts, unless I’m looking for Tupperware lids. Then all bets are off.)
Community with zero judgement.
If you’re tired, overwhelmed, creative, curious, emotional or trying to butter toast while solving life admin — welcome, darling. Your plates are safe here, there will be plenty “oh thank goodness it’s not just me” moments we all need sometimes.
I started this as a thrown together post on the train in my phones notes.
I’m finishing it now as a hello again with intent.
Because good things take time…
But brave things?
They take showing up anyway.
And here I am.
Still spinning.
Still grateful.
Finally blogging.
So keep spinning the plates mama, team DTP, future reader — you’re doing brilliantly. Even when it feels like you’re not.
