Over the summer, a wave of articles that celebrated the end of size zero and therefore the reintroduction of womanly curves appeared in about every British women’s magazine. But despite various attempts to put an end to glorifying the image of malnourished women, recent fashion week reports and magazines alike are still plastered with pictures of clearly underweight models.
Every now and then, a tiny bit of the old me resurfaces and gives me a smile. The-putting-on-makeup-me. The-strutting-around-in-heels-me. The-choosing-cream-white-coat-over-practical-me.
So when Big M took me out for dinner on Saturday, I felt more like being just me than I did over the past seven months.
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Thanks to Liz at Violet Posy, not only did I make it in time to the Gap to admire Stella McCartney’s cooperation with the high street brand, I even hunted down one of the one-piece sweaters for little L.
Yes, she is seven months already. And I know that some parents manage to finish the nursery six months before the baby is born. But as you might have realised already, I am not the first in line when it comes to accomplishing household related tasks. Hoovering the floor? Tackling the laundry pile? Painting the hallway? I’d rather flip through the pages of my Grazia, thank you very much. Especially when I have to start off with this:
Flipping through the pages of my favourite magazine, I stumbled across an advertisement for Halle Berry’s first scent. A beautiful picture of a beautiful woman. Admittedly, I don’t understand celebrity endorsed perfumes. I mean, who wants to smell like someone else? But what really caught my attention here was the claim:
Hoping it would all be over within a few days, I didn’t really mind to get my mail a few days later than expected. But with the strike going on and with no solution in sight, I am getting more and more annoyed by the whole scenario.
In the past 6 months, I had about 20 hours completely to myself. 20 hours without responsibility for little L. 20 hours to switch off and think about what I wanted to do with my life. It might not sound much, but I managed to build castles in the air during those 20 hours. Once […]
Being a mum is a dirty business: Runny poos, stinky poos, small poos, big poos. We’ve seen it all, smelt it all and got over and done with it. So why is it, that our so called strong men make such a fuzz about it? Pah! Douchebags!
Yummy Mammy is moving house. Stuck in boxes, bags and the usual chaos that comes with a move. Like: why is the van too small? And: where have all the boxes gone? Or: why on earth do I have so much stuff? So when YM asked for guest posts on her blog to keep at […]