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Archive for March, 2009


Don’t call me – I call you

don’t know what is more unnerving – the fact that little L has missed her due date and that every passing day brings me closer to the whole drip-epidural-induction-nightmare; or people that keep on calling, texting and commenting on the fact that my belly is still occupied territory.

An almost revolutionary upbringing and my lack of nursery rhymes

When my big brother recently mentioned one of the songs we loved to listen to and sing along to as children, I thought he was going to get me in the mood for some good old sentimental dwelling on the past. I should have known better…

Who is little L?

Last night – just as almost every night since little L started visibly moving in my belly – I was taking turns with Big M in tickling her right foot and rubbing her tiny back through my skin…

No midwife when you need one – and vice versa

What is it with the NHS and midwife shortage in this country? How come they abandon you when you could need a little advice and hold you in their tight grip when you just want some peace and quiet?

Illustration Friday: Legendary

When I think of legendary, this particular time I had with A in London springs into my mind. Nights that started somewhere in Sketch, Aura or Pangea and ended with a trip to Maroush. The tahini sauce trail on your dress as a reminder where you have been the night before. Walking home in a mild summer night. And [...]

Bring it on!

Yay! We are full-term plus a few days now and little L has the official permission to arrive. Anytime from now she will make her… erm… glamorous entrance into this world.

Illustration Friday: Intricate

Love was in the air and everybody noticed. Except for Prince Intricate, who played a little hard to get.

Big brother

My big brother and his girlfriend came to visit over the weekend. We have been extremely close as children, but drifted apart as we grew older.

Prick me, please!

The first time it hit me, I was walking down Islington’s Upper Street,
struggling under the weight of too many shopping bags, mobile phone in one hand, clutching files in the other.

Illustration Friday: Breezy

This is a premiere: I took on an Illustration Friday topic, which happens to be breezy for this week.  I dedusted and used my old oil pastels – the finger thick ones that smell like kindergarten. The style of the illustration is a bit kindergarten, too…