My second six ways feature is up with thelbrand! Now we are hitting slightly cooler weather my coat is back out. I am bit obsessed with coats over the A/W time. A new coat is like a whole new outfit for me, much to my husbands disappointment!
The flares are also back out-makes a change after living in skinnies and they are bang on trend with the right look!
Head on over with the link for more photos and the blurb!
I know, it's a catchy title right? I don't know how such a boring colour can give me so much stress. For some time now I have been searching for what is quite possibly impossible. I want a fitted pair of grey joggers, I don't want my crotch at my ankles though. They have to be the right hue of grey too, yes you read that right. Why do I want them? 1- because I can't find them. 2-just because. 3-comfort and style. 4. I love grey
I have had my eye on this Whistles pair for some time but the price tag left my eyes watering. HOWEVER they have 30% off at the moment AND I have a £25 off voucher, bringing them from £75 to £27. I didn't get them though.
Then we have Topshop. £25 and comfy but just Meh. I've tried Zara, H&M and Primark. My Mum has some great ones from Next at £18, maybe I will try them next. Excuse the pun.
Firstly I want to thank those who read the blog for such lovely comments on my working mum post. I enjoyed tapping it up and it felt great to reignite my passion for writing, whilst getting support and not feeling alone. It's got me thinking (dangerous I know-s'pesh this time in the morning - delayed train 6.30am) the blog had been neglected really, especially since my love for instagram has taken over. I find instagram such an easy way of sharing my love of fashion and I can also filter the f*** out of myself when I look as knackered as I feel. So its a Win-Win. -note- I do occasionally be brave and #nofilter these are good days!
I digress..... so I've decided to utilise the blog more (I know, light bulb moment or what) as my outlet of being mum. I shall still post fashion druel worthy posts occasionally, but I'm calling this my "getting organised" stage. A place where I shall ramble something that can make some ounce of sense perhaps and maybe others can relate. Hell maybe it will help me relate with me.
If I'm honest I still as a mother of three and wife of one have no idea where I'm heading with life-personally. I realise now that this is because my one wish and aim was to have a beautiful family of 5. So I have what I've always wanted, so where does that leave me. Ermmm no idea (See I'm at the ermmm time of day again).
I'm now at the stage of getting lost in my mind that I may actually read one of my mothers "inspirational and enlightening books", I do wonder if even those can reach out to me though. Bridget jones was the last book I read and I know for sure I can relate to her. Especially with knicker situations. Getting dressed in the dark has reached new levels and inside out, back to front knickers has been my most recent issue. I knew something wasn't quite right.
I'm interested to know, am I alone in feeling a little lost on oneself? I'm seriously hoping that someone has my back on this.
<<Wistful glance out of train window, sun catches my face and I sigh- screen writing maybe? Yeah I know, I'm clutching at straws right now>>
Perhaps I will start on one of those books after all. See how much more confusion I can create within my coffee soaked brain.
I'll leave you with my back to front, inside out knicker thoughts and the laughable issue that someone stole my Costa coffee (hope you liked soya!).
Oh and I cut my hair. With my broken finger. No it didn't go well. Yes it's too short. Yes I feel a wally and actually quite butch.
And yes I'm impatient. (I actually looked that up and it's correct meaning is restlessly eager. That just about sums me up right now.
Some of you may have seen that I reviewed the fabulous Smash lunchboxes recently and I was suprised to learn that they are a relatively small company that have only just branched out. What I love about the products is that the compartments organise lunch so well, in fact I use one for myself. It's pink and very girly.
The lovely Australian team need more help though... getting the products right is at the forefront of their minds. They want your feedback and for your minutes given to fill out a quick survey they are giving away x2 Tesco vouchers. Great for Christmas coming up right?
Just click HERE to give a couple of mins and enter for a chance to win.
I'm now approaching a month in full time work and I'm often asked by friends "how's it going?". My mind flashes back to the washing mountain waiting to be washed, the washing to put away and the washing to get out the tumble dryer. The dust building up. The to do list growing by the hour never mind the day. The dinner you forgot to get out the freezer. The ironing pile that you got out and forgot about. The confusing chaos of getting the kids to school and wondering if you turned out the lights seeing as we are now getting dressed in the dark. The list of important calls that have gone uncalled. The mixing up of what day it even is and the confusion of how you even got from A to B.
Urmm yeah it's going ok. You see this is all dependent on what day you catch me on. I have days when I quite literally feel like superwoman and no amount of shit can get in my way, the kind of taking it all in my stride day that would impress She-ra. Then I have a day like yesterday when that large amount of shit breaks my back and I feel like one wobbly guilty mass of useless mum. I am often found in this sorry state in standstill traffic London bound and warbling to a very loud Ed Sheeran track.
I really thought moving from 30 hours to 40 hours would be simple. Piece of cake and all that. What I didn't take into account was that I will have zero time at home to catch up on housework. I'm the kind of girl that likes to have the hoover blitzed around at least once a day-I blame my mum. So three days in of no hoovering is quite frankly testing me. I used to enjoy cooking and now I am so shattered when I get in that I could start a hunger strike. I constantly feel like I am juggling 15 fire balls and I can't juggle for shit.
I swear more.
Coffee is probably about 20% of my DNA now.
The bedtime routine remains pretty stable, but when they have called down for the hundredth time I quite literally want to pull my overgrown crop out. Oh yeah it's overgrown because I can't cut it at the moment-I broke my finger at netball. Turns out to be a really inconvenient thing to do.
I'm pretty sure that I have become a rubbish friend and daughter. I rarely text back when I should, so if you are a victim of my awful contact-apologies.
I feel like I have the world to prove that I can do it. Honest. You don't want to be that one employee, that can't do everything all the time because you have the children to collect from extra care and collection time is the deadline. The kids wouldn't be on the street but the fine breaks the bank and quite frankly you want be a Mummy too.
You get used to replying "I don't know" when asked how you do it, because you really don't know. It's a blur.
I barely shop now which seems ironic given that as part of my work means I visit more shopping centers in the South of the UK than any other given person. My Simple face wash is now at the dregs so I fear that I am about to commit that awful sin of sleeping in my make up. -Note to self; get to Boots.
On the subject of my eyes, they have not stopped twitching in erm a month. -Note to self; book opticians for three of us.
So is all this drama, guilt and anxiety worth it? Errmmm
(Oh and I say Ermm a lot, as erm I forget a lot. Its fills some silence and stops me looking gormless for a few seconds before the penny drops on where or what I should have done or been.)
*I have a role as me as a woman.
*I have independence.
*We have holidays.
*The kids get sometreats. some. We're not well off.
*I can relax on the food shop with Ocado and not worry so much that I have gone £5 over budget, whilst muttering that I wouldn't have this problem at Aldi.
*I can buy a lipstick. Just cos.
*Never have I appreciated the weekend and time with my family as much as now.
Is this enough? I don't know. However I know this.
A mummy will always be tired, I am pretty sure many mums have a twitchy eye.
A mummy will always have a guilt over something. Shoulda. Coulda. Woulda.
A mummy never has enough time. Ever.
A mummy always has washing on the go. If not I need to know the secret.
A mummy gets pretty emotional frequently. At least once a month.
A mummy can mentally juggle more than 15 fire balls.
So where do I go from here? Carry on. Try and take it in my stride. Can you guess what day it is? Wonder what tomorrow will bring? Probably more shit to juggle, but she-ra has nothing on me.