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’
I’m seriously into my Instagram right now, in fact, scrap that – I love my IG! But I’ve noticed there’s something on my feed which gives me more visual pleasure than other images: a slightly…
With only a couple of, what will no doubt feel endless, weeks until the bump pops I have increasingly found my Pinterest feed filling with idyllic imagery of the perfect nursery + boy there some lovely (needless to say untouched + still pristine) baby spaces to be had. Unfortunately, the harsh reality of this being our 5th boy (maiden joint-venture), with a home already filled to the brim with little angels (read grouchy, grunting gannets aged 7-12) + the fact that work is a pleasant escape – so will be continuing until the moment bubba makes his appearance, all means that until completely necessary, at around 4-6 months, little bundle will not be graced with his own private quarters! Instead, our little one will share a corner of his parents’ bedroom with a drawer or two to call his own. By this point you may considering sponsoring our poor 5th child, however, rest assured he is not only much anticipated + already loved, but has a whole loada of goodies to prove it – predominantly in monochrome tones, as that really seems to be the scheme du jour for little ones!
Wow, where did January just go? Between making resolutions (then breaking them!), starting back at work, kids back to school, midwife checks, blah, blah blah, where did the past 30-odd days disappear to?!? Plus, I…