Ever since my marriage broke down nearly three (!!!) years ago I feel like I’ve been on something of a spiritual journey. It’s been very much an unconscious thing, as if I’ve been hunting down my position in the Universe.
What’s one of the best bits about having babies?
The talcum powder smell, the love and joy they give you, the fun you have with them?
Noooo, one of the best bits about babies is shopping for them!
Unfortunately my two just keep growing and growing (grrr – but my gosh weren’t they gorgeous?!) so Baby Gap is no longer as exciting as it once was, but a girl can dream.
We love shoes in our house. I love them because, well, I just do. Flats, heels boots… I’ll take ‘em all. Elfie loves shoes as sparkly as she can get; pink monstrosities that I always vowed I’d never buy a daughter of mine until I was won over by the sensibilities of Clarks. Damn you, Clarks.
It’s been noted here how taking care of what’s happening on the inside – paleo, juicing, the gym and all that jazz – is making me a happier person. After a week of spectacularly falling off the wagon in Amsterdam and devouring piles of bread, cheeseburgers and chips I came home a couple of pounds heavier but feeling like I was carrying a world of weight.
I kind of like having my ‘mumiform’. The clothes I can, on days when I’m too tired/busy/stressed to wade through my cave of a wardrobe, just throw on in one combination or another and I know they’ll look good. And it not good, at least acceptable.
I‘ve never been much of a handbag fan. When I admit that, other women look at me with the same confusion in their eyes they get when I tell them I’m not a big fan of chocolate. Like, are you sure you’re part of the sisterhood? I suppose it’s supposed to be ingrained into women to like bags and shoes. And chocolate.
Do you own the hairdryer?
I don’t mean do you own A hairdryer, I mean THE hairdryer. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Read on…
Pre-kids and during Elfie’s first couple of years I was a bit of a Brazilian Blowdry fanatic.
L-R: Pipe Dreams, Lazy Giraffe, Molly Brown London, Paper and Chain
I am a big necklace fan. By which I mean I LOVE necklaces, and also like BIG necklaces. But as statement neckwear is not very appropriate when you’re in possession of a chest-headbutting baby who doesn’t have control of their own neck I’ve had to re-think my jewellery choices.