This morning, I was pulling up my favourite pair of skinnies and made an ill-fated attempt at sucking in my tummy, thinking ‘sudden expansion of waistline – must eat less cake’. Only to be shocked by the second thought: ‘Oops, completely forgot that I am pregnant.’
Strolling down the high street in La Petite Paris (pre-invasion of French bankers also known as Marylebone), I found myself magically drawn to the window display of Daunt Books. From red and white gingham backgrounds, it shouted at me in black letters: ‘French Children Don’t Throw Food’
Have a seat. Put your feet up. Mind the cable above your head.
We fled the building site and ventured to Switzerland for some chocolate egg fuelled Easter and Birthday celebrations. Happy Birthday, my darling Little L. Being three is wonderful.
Mes amis, I don’t know whom I have to thank – but thank you! You nominated Metropolitan Mum for the Brilliance in Blogging Award in the Style category. I feel really, really flattered, although I am not quite sure who or what exactly is stylish. Has Mama got style? Do I have a stylish little […]
Today is the first day in what seems like forever that I am bordering on actually feeling good. Morning sickness has held me in a tight grip for over six weeks, and it’s only now that I can slowly warm to the idea of entering my local Waitrose without wanting to throw up. Finally, my […]
For someone who has blogged for more than three years now, I am positively unexcited by anything new in social media. Of course, I love the immediateness of Twitter and keeping in touch with people on Facebook – I even post the occasional thing on Google+. But nothing had the potential to really rock my […]
Because there has been a bit too much drama on this blog lately, now for some lighter entertainment: fashion. And because all my pocket money goes to tiles, taps and toilet bowls these days, I am concentrating my sartorial creativity on little L. Pastels are all the range this coming season – or so I’ve […]
Not complaining though.
…let alone blog. The only good thing about the constant desire to throw up is that it takes my mind off the bleeding. I am taking some time off until further notice. Lots of love, D