Hello, I’m Kate Marie.
The Rebel Housewife.

I can be a rebel, mainly because I refuse to be reduced to Her Indoors. And I’m not technically a wife, either. I’ve been with my partner for more than twenty years, but getting married remains somewhere on that enormous list of things we haven’t quite got around to yet.

Nevertheless, I am a homemaker. A “housewife,” even—although the word gives the feminist in me a slight involuntary twitch.

I’m everything people tend to imagine when they hear the term: I look after our home and family, cook, clean, organise, create and somehow keep the domestic circus moving. But I’m also the boss of this house, so let’s not get carried away.

Recent years have changed the pace of my life.

After periods of ill health, and with my daughters’ lives and health naturally becoming my priority, I began longing for something simpler and slower. The world can feel frightening, noisy and relentlessly fast. I found myself wanting to remember—and learn—the old ways of doing things: the home remedies, practical knowledge and quieter rhythms my grandma’s generation seemed to understand instinctively.

And so, The Rebel Housewife was born.

It isn’t really a declaration that I am either a rebel or a housewife. It’s a place for other rebels—or not-rebels—and housewives—or not-housewives—to find useful, comforting ideas for creating a home and life that feel a little more human.

I love nostalgia, crafts, thrifting and unusual little objects. I am also slightly odd myself, and all the best people are.

I was born in 1982—or during the “latter stages of the 1900s,” as I enjoy saying when I want to feel especially ancient. My children think I’m cringe, and I consider that one of my greatest achievements.

I live with my partner, our two daughters and two cats, with life connecting North Lincolnshire and North West England. Motherhood is the best thing that ever happened to me, but family life can also be chaotic and difficult. I know I’m far from the only person living inside that contradiction.

I was recently diagnosed with AuDHD and discovered that perimenopause had joined the party too. What joy. Apparently I now need to remember to look after my nervous system and shave the occasional whisker.