Flaylay of Rosie's hand around a blue mug, whilst she wears her engagement ring. There are pink and white flowers on the left.

Whoops… I Got Engaged! | rosie abigail

Well, it looks like I’ve had to move my blogging schedule around again. No, it’s not because I’ve got lockdown brain and writer’s block this time; it’s because I got engaged! Surprise, world! It was a complete and utter (but welcome) surprise. After being with my boyfriend for five and a half years, living together…

Becoming the Woman I Want to Be | rosie abigail

This is me; Rosie Lewis, blogger, theatre maker, over-thinker, allergic to nuts, has a tendency to fall over. In all honesty, I quite like the woman I’ve become. She’s intelligent, creative, kind-hearted, and loyal. She’s a great cook, can sing you a nice song, and will offer to proofread your essays. The woman I’ve become…

My Winchester (Through A Lense) | rosie abigail

Winchester, Hampshire. Ye olde capital city of the United Kingdom. Home to the world's longest Medieval cathedral. Childhood city of Frank Turner and Colin Firth, and the resting place of Jane Austen. It also happens to be where I call home. Home, for me, begins in my flat. It's a light dappled sun trap in…

Childhood Rooms and Change | rosie abigail

I don’t live in my childhood bedroom anymore. I haven’t lived in my childhood home for nearly six years. My family sold that house in Caldicot to move to Abergavenny for my mum’s job, where I gained a new, smaller room. I also gained a room at my grandparents, where I stayed to complete my…