I’ve only ever once in my life been on the cover of a magazine (cue the opening bars of Vogue by Madonna).
That was back in 2015 when I became a columnist for the world’s longest-running weekly magazine for women, The People’s Friend, on the strength of a previous blog, The World From My Window.
It was like a dream come true, to be honest, even though some of my friends claimed they only ever saw the mag in the waiting room of their doctor’s surgery.
I’d always wanted to be a columnist and to be plucked out of the blue like that, just because the editor saw and liked my blog, well, it was amazing.
It was a good feeling to see my face there, especially as it didn’t occupy the whole page but was inset on a rather attractive painting of a landscape.
I remember once having a photo byline when I was a trainee journalist and getting rather excited until an old schoolfriend told me he’d seen it – under his fishcake.
Anyway, my rambling is getting to a point.
I’m on the cover of a magazine again. This time, it’s my local Marshwood Vale Magazine and as my real self.
Luckily, it’s only the online version, so no dropped groceries at the shocking sight of it in shops or anything, because it’s only printed every other month.
Still, it’s a lovely photo (as my needlework teacher once said, ‘working well with rather difficult material’) and a nice article, even though I do feel like a bit of an April fool.
Catch up with you next week.
Love, Maddie x
Maddie Grigg 