It’s always nice to have a special link to the important moments in life. Like the lyrics to a song reminding you of a date, or the way the weather turns cold and reminds you a lingering feeling…

Well… if you follow me on social media you may have noticed that my Mr and I recently celebrated our TENTH wedding anniversary. You could also have spotted that we were *rather* dressed up for the occasion.

Me and this dude. Been married for a decade!! Wouldn’t live my life any other way 😍😘

A photo posted by Katie Haydock (@lifeonvista) on

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My Ordinary Captured Moment: Heart Shaped

Heart Shaped

Because, my love, sometimes it isn’t about
How fast or tall
How long
How loud or sweet the shout

Happy moments can too be made of bare faces
Kinky hair
Crooked biscuits
And no spare spaces

A messy draining board, as full as my heart
A crooked photo
Just ordinary us
Faced with life without you? I’m not sure where I’d start

My Ordinary Captured Moment written by Katie Haydock for Life on Vista Street

Words, when stringed together don’t always make sense. But when I look at this photo that my husband took of me and our daughter when we were just having an ordinary afternoon of baking (or ‘making’ as she calls it) the words above make perfect sense. We didn’t know the button was being pressed or that the moment was being captured.

We were being us. As we are. Happy and together.

As a guilt ridden working mum, I spend way too much money compensating for the time I missed with magazines and babychinos.

I need to remember that it doesn’t cost anything for me to show my Little Miss how much love I have for her in my heart. A few handfuls of flour and teaching her how to cut shapes out of simple dough is all it took. We kept cutting and cutting until the table was full of biscuits ready to be baked.

“Are they cooked now Mama?”

She doesn’t care that I have a bare face. I don’t care that everything she says is at ten decibels. It isn’t until it is time to go back to work that I realise how much I appreciate these ordinary moments. How much I appreciate the miracle that is my child, and how much I appreciate the man behind the camera capturing the moment.

Inspiration drawn from this blog post from the Ordinary Lovely.



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In the Night Garden Groupie

A few short verses inspired by my sleeping In The Night Garden groupie…

Tick tock

Click clock

Here we go round the garden

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Round and round

Holding Mummy’s hand

We both fall on the carpet

You are now so BIG

But still so small

My baby, ever growing

Silent silent

I watch you sleep

Without you ever knowing

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Upsy and Iggle

Wynken and Blynken

I hope send you sweet dreams

Hush hush

And feel our love

It blankets you in reams

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Little Miss Vista…

Big loves

Little Smile
Tiny feet
Can walk for miles!

Mummy’s Princess

Daddy’s Pumpkin
I don’t know how
We’d live without you!

Bold and beautiful

Cheekiness rife
You simply are
The love of our life…
Little Miss Vista...
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Of baked love and dreams…

The message that greets all as they walk into my home is:

‘A house is made of walls and beams, a home is made of love and dreams’.

And it is in this house, made of love and dreams, that I bake cakes of all different shapes and sizes, and embroider things and customise my old clothes, and collect buttons and cups and saucers, and… you get the gist?

My kitchen is full of utensils that I have acquired from all over the high street, from the pound shop to John Lewis and back again – nothing too fancy though (come to think of it – I don’t even own and ice cream scoop). You don’t need a lot to bake with love… stop me if I am getting too cheesy, mushy, lovey-dovey, all of the previous…

Where the magic happens…

I love my kitchen of imperfections. The handle of my favourite knife wobbles, I prefer my egg masher to my potato masher (I find it is worthy of the steam scaled fingers to have the perfect mash). My favourite chopping board used to depict a rural farm scene with many animals on it… now it’s just scratched white plastic with a mad black and white colly dog just about visible.

Massivley scratched and loved chopping board…

I love that my yellow tea pot’s lid is a different shade of yellow to the rest of the pot.

I love that my mad moggie Stevie can spend hours chasing a stray silver ball around the kitchen floor when I drop them (by accident of course).

But above all, I love that my two favourite cake connoisseurs, my husband and daughter, are always impatiently waiting to taste the latest of my oven baked delights.

What is your favourite thing about you kitchen? Do you like to bake? 

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