Originally, this award was called ‘The beautiful blogger award’, but our shoebsessed frashionista (= a shoe obsessed friend and fashionista) 40 Not Out decided to unravel the award’s rules, lay out its components neatly and nicely and put them together as something completely new. She even made her Manolo’s star in the award’s trophy: That […]
Call me a fanatic. Call me an addict. Call me a victim of cleverly devised marketing plans. IT’S NOT MY FAULT, I JUST LOVE BEAUTY PRODUCTS! Sorry for crying out loud. Naturally, when a lovely PR lady from Liz Earle offered me to review a few products from their wonderful, no-nasties skin care range, I […]
We passed a major milestone in the Met Mum household. Little L started walking. Or rather, running… Have a lovely weekend, you all!
Surname, first name, address. Post code, telephone, occupation. Occupation? The worst bit of my recent and otherwise lovely course at St Martins was filling in an A4 form. Or this one little box, to be precise. Occupation. Occupation. Occupation. No matter from which angle I looked at the black little line behind the trigger, the […]
In the glorious wobble-free days before baby, I have been known to be a little obsessed with exercise. I used to run before work, go for a swim after work and spent my lunch breaks on a reformer. Now, if you are thinking I would have been getting steamy with a protestant in between finishing […]
When the school bullies decided to pick on me, I fantasised on how I would not stumble across my own words, how I would be as mean as they were, leaving them behind embarrassed and ashamed, lost for words. If only I were grown-up, so I thought, I would have taught them respect.
The day you were born was the first day of spring after a long winter with lots of snow. You are the sunshine of our life, even when you are having a rainy day.
So what do you do when you feel stuck in your routine, a million ideas buzzing around your head but you are unable to channel your creativity into something productive? Exactly, you grab a batch of clay, form an innocent rabbit and prong it onto a chopstick. Under professional supervision, of course.
Those of you who started reading my blog from the very beginning about a year ago might remember the awful birth experience I had at UCLH. To be precise, the majority of the staff was amazing; there was just one person that acted a bit, well, ‘off’.
Sometimes I just don’t want to look as crap as I feel. And, oh Lord, do I feel crap at times. Sleep deprivation, a poor diet and just a little bit too much sun worshipping in my early twenties have taken its toll on the skin I am in. Time to show this face some […]