Mrs. OT

10/02/2026

Swipe to the end for the biggest insta vs. reality of all 🤪

Seriously though, there’s a little part of me missing the good ol’ social media days where we uploaded blurry images of our student meals and moody selfies with song lyrics (I was thrilled to see paramore was back in the trending charts as that truly IS nostalgia for me). Everything feels so different now - a confrontation of all the things we should be doing / shouldn’t be doing / are doing wrong. We see extremes, but - as with most things - the truth & balance actually sits somewhere in the middle.

Anyway, you guys must know by now I’m not shy about telling my truths in the hope you feel less alone in yours - and for those that are new here I hope my page is a little glug of fresh air on your daily deep scroll - I’d be chuffed to bits if you stuck around. It’s a delicious little community - perhaps you even know someone in it already?! 👀

Anyway, share to your story what you think the world needs to hear and if you think there are more things we need to unpick let’s chat in the comments (and maybe I can do a part two!) ⬇️ I’ll meet you there! 💬

Love, as ever, .ot x

04/02/2026

Here’s some guilt I’m releasing in 2026 - and pressure actually. Pressure on myself to give my kids the exact same experience of life. Because, as those of you with multiples know, the same DNA does *not* equal the same children. I’ve literally had sleepless nights worrying about the fact my middle didn’t start swimming lessons as early as my eldest, that my youngest hasn’t had the same amount of baby classes because it became tricky with a toddler, then on the other end of the spectrum worrying my eldest is in too many extracurricular activities just so I can get all the kids on the school run on the days my husband isn’t around. I don’t know how I ever thought I’d be able to work miracles but I truly thought I’d be able to offer them all the same opportunities. Turns out the logistics don’t logistic that way. But also, particularly as they get older, I’ve realised what works for one wouldn’t work for another anyway. My middle is only just now on the verge of being ready for classes where I’m not by his side from start to finish, and come September when the eldest two are in school my youngest gets me all to himself again. I’m using ‘classes’ as it’s the most straightforward example but this worry spills into all areas of my children’s lives, right down to time spent together just me and them, to breastfeeding, to holidays they’ve been on.
But my kids arrived in my arms as they should, and your kids did the same. Each bringing with them lessons only they could teach us & at the time in our life we could best nurture them. It’s woo-woo I know but I’ve had such clarity with this recently I had to share and write about it. Life has a clever way of balancing things naturally for us that stretches way beyond the day to day. If only we pause for long enough to notice and let ourselves be comforted by most things being out of our control anyway.
I could talk about this all day but want to pause as I’m SO curious to hear what you all think on this and perhaps I can continue my ramblings with you all in the comments. ⬇️

Love, as ever, .ot 🤍✨

P.S If this hit home at a moment you needed it, don’t forget to hit ♥️ so I know it’s reaching the right people ###

02/02/2026

29/01/2026

Perhaps one of the most challenging ‘reconditionings’ we can do, particularly as women, but my gosh, the power and growth it unlocks on the flip side when we see there are unlimited seats at the table and stop seeing eachother as threats(!!). It’s one thing I must admit the dudes get right….

Meet me in the comments, I’d love to hear your thoughts (and let me know if I should do more reccoms like this?!) ✨

Love, as ever, .ot xx

(actually)

18/01/2026

In 2016 everything changed. Literally everything. I’d graduated from Mountview the year before and had found myself cast out into the unforgiving world of auditions & self tapes, my one saving grace being - despite always feeling sub par compared to my drama school peers - I’d landed on my feet with my agent. I’d had a terrifying 19 meetings after showcase (where I’d somehow got away with breaking the rules & writing my own monologue under a pseudonym - mixed race characters were slim pickings back then!) but when I met Matt I shook his hand on the spot. Must’ve been a good instinct as they’re still by my side 10y [3 kids & covid] later. The only remaining constant.
Let’s go through the carousel together.
I was working as a manager at SNOG. You ought to always ask creatives about their in-between jobs -I promise they’ll have the best stories(!)
Juggling my days between 3 flagship stores, often locking up on my own at midnight - wow, soho, I’ve seen some SIGHTS! Most of us were poached from Abercrombie or Jack Wills (remember THOSE days?!?) so I was surrounded by the next gen of models who, just a few years later, would be popping up on a lavish adverts / my tv screen as I binged a series past bedtime. Some amongst the nicest people I’ve ever met …and some allegedly still just as unamiable despite their profile. 👀 I digress.
I was living with my Uncle for a chunk of that year as I waited for my then boyfriend/now husbands tenancy to end so we could get our own place.
I was sharing a room with my cousin (see also: sister, soul mate) and wander if I’d’ve ever moved out should I have known 2016 would be her last full year here earthside with us. (That’s her visiting us in the last slide). I miss her every second of every day. 🐞
Ads was in Fulham, ‘lads pad’ ofc, and used to scoop me up a few nights each week post late shift (in exhange, for my staff froyo with his fav toppings!). As I shared, visiting me was tricky + it saved me a 2h journey home in the dead of night. He was my total hero… in turn, making me a villain, as unbeknownst to me (until later when it became VERY beknownst to me) there was no room at the inn for a girlfriend in the boyband…(cont.)👇🏽