In our determination to combat the flow of princesses and pink which has proved unrelenting since our oldest daughter got her own mind (annoying when that happens) we’ve embraced everything that’s – well, not that. All in the interests of healthy balance, of course. My ears perked up, then, when we were sent this kit […]
Tag: motherhood
Wanna be in my gang?
Instagram isn’t everything. But it’s fun and addictive, full of mums like you and mums you can only dream of being like. Take a look at my fond categorising and tell me . . which are you? Rebels with and without a cause They care passionately about things that matter. You’re jealous of the way […]
Suncream
Ah, summer. Halcyon days of never-ending light, children running wild through meadows blooming with wildflowers and picnics on cosy chequered blankets in the park. The reality? Long evenings / delayed bedtimes / hay fever / nettle stings / sandwich fatigue / military planning may also factor. And the putting the cream on. Don’t get me […]
Gro clock
Hidden amongst all the paraphernalia that makes up a little girl’s bedroom – the doggy money box, the carefully framed and stickered Polaroids, the twirly hanging paper things from pre-school, the ballet kit from the five minutes she loved ballet – is a mechanical clock that for about a month was our saviour. Everyone’s heard […]
Essentials – The Socks
A bit late to the sock party, and embarrassingly slow to move on from shamefully hiding socks deep down in your shoe to flaunting them proudly over your trainers. Always happy to embrace a trend that is comfortable though, and there is something about seeing a flash of glitter – where you’d usually expect something […]
Essentials – The Plant
I love a bit of greenery as much as the next person – the problem is, I just can’t keep anything alive. It gets watered too much / not enough, gets too much sun / not enough etc etc. Absolutely nothing to do with forgetting about them for weeks at a time while I enthusiastically try […]
Essentials – The Skirt
I’ve always loved leather, but before I had kids, I always thought of it as a bit out-of-the-ordinary, a more exciting version of jeans perhaps. How wrong I was. What the pre-me – who had never had milk or wee spilt on her on a daily basis, who washed stained clothes rather then swat them […]
