Dancing was never at the top of my agenda. Tutus are itchy and leotards are a wedgy nightmare. I run by the criteria 'if I can't do it in shorts I am not doing it': simples.
Our greatest lessons in life come from the most unexpected places. Take the Clothes Show Live 2005 for instance: scouring through Bench's AW '05 collection wasn't the most likely candidate for bear necessities like wisdom. Alas, fashion never fails to succeed and the Clothes Show Live offered metamorphic intel that would serve me well into my adult life.
There's nothing like getting your bum on grass, sippin' a nice cold drink and enjoying the summer heat. I've listed my favourite summer drinks to sort you out for solo drinking or an impromptu BBQ this week. Whether you're a wine-from-the-bottle or a sip-it-and-see kinda person there's something for everyone.
It was 1996: I was the latest recruit to the Never Never Club. At 5 years old, a campaign to raise awareness around child abduction was way beyond me. I was just happy to have a new badge, bookmark and a few stickers. Perhaps it was a misalignment of priorities (stickers always trump serious stuff); or perhaps the idea of someone abducting me was such an alien concept that didn't bear thinking about (surely they'd get fed up and send me back, no?). But the take home message was one I never forgot "don't get into anyone's car even if they offer you sweets".
"Do you actually know what your doing? I mean you look like you do, it comes out nice. But do you really know what all this is for? I do wonder whether it all just a load of wafting for no reason" was what the Mr said to me as we were off to a party. He was of course referring to my makeup routine. And he's right, I haven't the foggiest when it comes to makeup as an art; I have one set of Sigma brushes: hardly Pro MUA. It's more whacking on a bit of slap to hide the maternal weathering for me.
Since becoming a mother I'm in a constant battle with myself, doubting whether I did enough for my children. At times, when I'm down on parental brownie points I tend to go a bit overboard; promising trips to the park that I either can't keep, or leave me exhausted. I've come to the realistion that sometimes the best thing that you can do is give yourself some time, recharge your batteries and tackle parenting another day.
It's not often you have to introduce your boyfriend and soon-to-be baby to the world; but when you do, there are few people that really stick by you. Sometimes these are wise grandparent's sharing life's wisdoms and sometimes it's a best friend's shoulder to cry on. As part of a collaboration with Vicki Moore, I spoke about what family means to me.
It's no secret that I absolutely love Vicky Moore's honest comment on her NICU peaks and troughs. So I was pretty chuffed when she gave me a great big blogger high-five in the form of the Liebster Award nomination. 'Liebster' means sweetheart in German and this gal really is one of the sweetest people I've never met in person.
“So, are you and the father still together?”
If I had a pound for every time I heard that question, I’d have a pair of Manolo’s for every day of the week. Unfortunately, no one has coughed up. So I’m left slightly less glamorous than I would hope; and rather irked that my absent wedding band warrants the assumption that I’m not in a stable relationship. The more I think about it, the more I question, what is this marriage thing actually about?
I had decided when I was 15, in a Year 10 R.E. class that I was a pro-life. It was an exercise of ordering foetal development and deciding at which point the ball of cells was considered a 'life'. It was black and white for me: formation of the zygote. Thank you very much, can I go home now? Then came the second part to the exercise. We had to decide at which point abortion should be considered illegal. Maybe it was because it was the last period on a Friday in June or perhaps it was my lack of life experience but I went with 'from the start'. It was simple: if you're responsible enough to get pregnant, you should be responsible enough to look after your baby.