Hello Muddy Stilettos Hertfordshire!
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Finally, after much swearing, bearing down and gas and air – not strictly necessary when blogging at your kitchen table but I take my kicks where I find them – Muddy Stilettos Hertfordshire has takings its first stiletto totterings into the world. Whoo hoo!
Go on, have a little gander and say hello to Muddy Herts editor Pippa. She’s very nice you know, and is born-and-bred Hertfordshire, so she really knows the best bits of the county. She used to be an English lecturer (which, um, is making me feel a bit thick *sniff*) so is excellent at forming sentences, which rather helps in this line of work.
If you know anyone who lives in Herts (or in other counties close to Herts borders) who would like to be super-in-the-know about the cool stuff that happens in and around the county, please do fling them in Pippa’s direction. They access the blog direct at muddystilettos.co.uk/herts and already they’ll find posts on a supercool A-lister vintage boutique, a new sushi restaurant, a Wiltshire weekend away, and all the fun frothy gorgeousness you expect from your local superblog.
What this means for you, lovely Bucks & Oxon reader is…. well, not a lot really! Muddy Bucks and Oxon continues to lie majestically on the lilo of life with cocktail firmly in hand, and if you’re subscribed to my free posts (and if not, why not – go on, make your life easier and sign up under my pic!!) they’ll still appear as usual in your in-box.
The only thing that is different is that the muddystilettos.co.uk interet address will now take you to the new national homepage (I admit, ’tis a slight stretch to call three counties national but you have to start somewhere!), where you’ll find a collation of current posts from Oxon, Bucks and Herts, and the chance to choose which regional blog you want to read from the Choose County’ dropdown menu at the top of the blog, below
There are bound to be some teething issues – not great generally speaking, but strangely useful when you’re doing an extended blogging birth pun, so while I’m ironing out any tecky glitches, pleaassssse don’t spit the dummy, call the social worker or try to potty train me after a couple of drinks. Trust me, it’ll be a waste of time, I’ve had three kids.
Anyway, thank you for your patience while I’ve been bring out Muddy Herts and normal service will now be resumed. Book the babysitter!