Get the DeLorean ready.. we are going back

I sit here after some time out. Part was due to holiday and losing momentum, part was home educating, part was workload from design and writing and developing/creating… but a large part was that I’ve felt entirely exasperated.

Like, wtf. I’m a positive girl, I don’t let too much get me down, I’m a bit floaty and a bit plinky plonky. Lots of things in life, I feel are just water off a ducks back. But life lately… and I don’t mean my personal life, but this life, this world, this country. What is going on. What happened?

And the more you read, the less you believe, the more you see, the less you can’t unsee. Every which way you turn, it’s lies and absolute chaos.

How did we get this way? We are nature. We are humans with a 1 in 400 trillion chance of making it as we are, to this world. And yet, somehow, we are intent on making it the worst for ourselves.

My biggest concern? My kids are evolving before my very eyes, in ways that are alien to me. In a world that I know nothing about.

When I grew, up, life was so basic and magical. The magic was in the waiting, we didn’t have constant dopamine hits. We had to wait for our favourite tv shows to come around, wait through the adverts - no fast forwarding or instant tv. We didn’t have all the choice, now we are constantly flooded with subscriptions and channels. New shows daily, weekly.. and if you don’t want to wait till next week… then you can play on demand.

There aren’t kids playing out in the streets.. and don’t get me started on YouTube!! I hate it!

The clothes we all now wear are full of plastics, no real wool or cotton, everything is polyester or made to ‘cashmere-like’ standards. We sleep on synthetic bedding, we eat foods sprayed with pesticides and laces with 50 ingredients when it used to be just 5.

As a human race, we are really shooting ourselves in the foot here. What are we doing? Is this really the point of making it through 1 in 400 trillion? To f**k it up and kill ourselves off?

I feel completely done with it all. I’m trying to bring up a family and there’s no village, and worse than that… it feels like the powers that be are against any type of thriving.

So I made a decision. I’m taking a vow, an oath, whatever you call it.

I don’t want to live like this, and I don’t want my family to live like this.. and I don’t want any of you to feel forced into this either.

I’m going back to the 90s. I’m taking my family back.. this household. Or maybe even pre 90s, but at the bare minimum I can give the kids the childhood I grew up with.

I vow to take my children and my household back to the 90s — a time when life was slower, calmer, and full of imagination.

I vow to create a home where childhood is cherished, and where the modern noise of the world cannot intrude.

My Commitment

• Screen time is intentional — only gentle, creative 90s shows, in limited doses.

• We eat real food — whole foods, home-cooked meals, and treats as treats.

• We live with our hands — crafts, toys, board games, and outdoor play.

• We spend time outdoors daily — fresh air, nature, and adventure… yes even though I hate it in the cold and wet and dreary depressing autumn/winter.. but it’s needed!!

• We honour routines — mealtimes, baths, storytime, and early bedtimes.

• We limit overstimulation — no news, no algorithm-driven content, no endless scrolling.

• We protect imagination — boredom is celebrated because it sparks creativity.

• We choose natural, sustainable living — natural soaps, cotton and wool clothing, wooden toys, eco-conscious choices.

• We embrace wholesome joy — music in the kitchen, library trips, reading aloud, candlelight, and shared laughter.

This is the vow — our manifesto.

A return to a childhood that nurtures creativity, calm, and connection.

A commitment to a home that feels soulful, nourishing, and alive.

We are bringing the 90s back — into our hearts, our routines, and our home.

Who’s coming with me?

Laura xx