I have been feeling a little sluggish of late. Ok, whom am I kidding? I am feeling A LOT sluggish. Blobbish. I am the Blobb. Poke me in the stomach and see the wobbles reaching a 6 on the Richter scale. This is not about losing weight, or about a late New Year’s resolution. I [...]
Posts Tagged ‘slummy mummy’
The one where I am turning into the Blobb
Filed under: Food | Tags: diet, slummy mummy, weight, yummy mummy
The world’s easiest cupcake recipe
Filed under: Cupcakes, Food | Tags: big M, cupcakes, family, slummy mummy, yummy mummy
The loyal reader might be surprised to find a post like this on Met Mum’s blog – especially as I publicly admitted to be crap at all things housewifish. On said confession, my friend Emily commented: ‘Are you kidding??? You are a kick ass housewife!’ Thank you, Emily, it’s really nice of you to say that, but it just ain’t true. What I indeed do know is when to get my act together and pour all my energy into this one, oh so important event. Such as Big M’s birthday breakfast.
I am a crap housewife
Filed under: Mummy stuff | Tags: baby, big M, diet, family, little L, slummy mummy
Since becoming a mother, my days have been filled with much more housewife stuff than they used to be. In my childless, naïve and slightly illusive mind, I had envisioned channelling all my energy into looking after the baby, the husband and our home, once I had left that high-profile but mundane city job behind me. Our spotlessly clean house would smell of freshly baked bread, baby food would be cooked by myself and every night there would be a healthy and delicious dinner awaiting Big M when he’d come home. HAHA.
Slummy mummy and the well-dressed baby
Filed under: Fashion, Mummy stuff, Shoes, Style | Tags: Fashion, little L, motherhood, Shoes, slummy mummy, Style, yummy mummies
In a recent comment-conversation, the lovely Rose said: ‘Oh I envy little L, I imagine she has a great wardrobe of clothes!’ I had to think about this, because a) yes, she does (thanks to her generous grandma, little L is sporting Ugg Boots, pink Ralph Lauren corduroys and a white Petit Bateau hooded jacket in the picture above) and b) I envy her myself, because she’s better dressed than me. Realising this kind of hurt, but it’s the truth and it’s time to face it: I am a slummy mummy.
London mum, aspiring writer and amateur illustrator. Hopes to navigate through motherhood without losing herself. 





