The one thing I love about winter is that I get to live in jeans all. the. freaking. time. Now that the weather’s warming up I have to start thinking about -> shaving my legs -> eating clean -> exercising -> skirts and shorts.
Time to hide those blocks of Cadbury then.
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Currently my home office is a piece of wood next to the kids’ play area. The table is basically a wooden plank covered in colourful duct tape laid across two side drawers, with a laptop, months-old magazines, children’s toys, husband’s wallet, keys, and paperwork, and the odd dirty coffee cup. Sometimes the home office is in front of the TV as hubby and I catch up on shows as we multitask. A kid’s IKEA corkboard adorns the wall with receipts and photos. When I don’t have two kids with grubby hands smearing the table top and wrestling to watch Pocoyo on the laptop I’ll have a more coordinated workspace.
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I have ridden a motorbike as a pillion passenger before, but these days the closest I’ll get to a bike is a single speed one (and even riding that is questionable).
Here’s the thing about Birkenstocks. They are so incredibly ugly that it’s hard to fathom how they’ve become so fashionable in the last few years. My mum has worn Birkenstocks for years because she has terrible feet, not to make a fashion statement. Yet here we are with the likes of Celine and Givenchy making high fashion versions of these sandals. I was (and still in some ways am) skeptical of how to make them look remotely fashionable… but when you wear them and your feet praise you for wearing something other than smelly sneakers or flats that rub against the skin and leave painful blisters… you convince yourself that yes, yes, they are fashionable; and no, no, they aren’t ugly at all.
Whoa. Having a 2 year old hurricane and 5 month old screamer can really take the wind out of you. Today in particular I was on tenterhooks and needed a lot of comfort coffee and chocolate to get through the day. Sometimes I ask myself what I signed up for, especially when I’ve been up since 4am rocking the baby, I haven’t had a shower and look like death warmed up. I know it’s the socially acceptable thing to say “Motherhood is ahhhhhmazing, oh I couldn’t imagine not being a mother”‘; I want the drugs those people are on because quite honestly motherhood is bloody hard work and there are days when I want to be me again – me without kids. Although when my 2 year old says to me “So much I love you mummy” and the infant blows raspberries in joy at the sight of me, yes, motherhood is pretty friggin’ ahhhhhmazing.
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One way to wear the denim dress hubster bought me for my birthday. I love the inclusion of a striped shirt underneath the dress for a bit of interest (and just because I pretty much live in stripes). I have a pair of Nude black ankle boots I bought recently that would go well with this outfit, however one day when I am ridiculously rich I’ll go out and buy a pair of these Acne pistol boots. I’m also currently obsessed with skulls and love this scarf to tie around the neck or as a bag-cessory.