The count down to our first ever family holiday has begun. In 3 weeks the brave crew over at Thomson Holidays will be jetting all 5 boys and us grown-ups to sunnier climes. So, this week saw me traipse into town (Brighton if I’m being precise), baby and mother in tow in search of the perfect mum garb for our jaunt to a warmer location/summer 2016. I’d tried and failed with my usually reliable online shopping, perhaps as I had quite specific requirements from my new, more revealing wardrobe…
I get asked, on quite a regular basis “how do you do it?” – the answer is quite frankly, I don’t have a bloody clue. But when I sit back and think about it, I’ve got a great support network (my kick-ass amazing mum & super mum-in-law), a wonderfully flexible job, a ridiculously hands-on baby-daddy and at the end of everyday there’s always a million things that need doing – but life’s far too short to be worrying about the dusting and the ironing (I know, I spend a lot of time talking about my ironing, rather than actually doing it!). But I haven’t just started writing this post to show off about the fab people around me et al – no no, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret I didn’t even know about. I didn’t realise I was subconsciously giving people the impression that I had all my shit together just from one very tiny thing…
Why is it, the less fundage you have (thanks maternity leave) the more things you could buy? I’m a glutton for punishment though, I go looking for this shit and even when I don’t, it gets hurled into my inbox in gorgeously designed email blasts from all over the world! So, as a little bit of self-therapy, to feel as though I’ve owned the loveliness for a few moments by handling it in a collage (see below) and in the hope that one day, when we win the lottery, I’ll be able to filter through all these posts and purchase each bit of gorgeousness – every other Monday I’ll bring you the noteworthy wonders I’ve discovered on my internet travels; it might be completely self-indulgent (comme ca), it might the little must-haves for small people or it could be the interiors treasures I’d love to have in the newly renovated house once complete.
I’ve spent a lot of time recently watching the eternally stylish and pure bonkers Iris Apfel in her bio-doc over on Netflix – yes, originally it was my idea to watch it whilst feeding bubs, but I soon realised he was mesmerised by her over-sized glasses and spectacular range of colourful outfits; she by far outdoes any purple dancing dinosaur or primary coloured nit-wits for entertaining a small human. It was on about the third run through I caught the lovely Iris say something so very true to my heart:
‘I didn’t give a damn about going to the party or being at the party.
It was a about getting dressed for the party. And there’s truth and poetry in that’