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 just [...]
Posts Tagged ‘yummy mummy’
The one where I am turning into the Blobb
Filed under: Food | Tags: diet, slummy mummy, weight, yummy mummy
Is it a bird? Is it a thunderbolt? No, it’s Met Mum in her new coat!
Filed under: Fashion, Style | Tags: shopping, yummy mummy
This is what happens when you are too eager to keep up with your fashion forward baby daughter. A classic case of being lured into confidence and carried away by the psychological warfare that is used and mastered by Selfridges to sweet-talk you into buy things.
Fashion forward style lessons from my baby daughter
Filed under: Fashion, Mummy stuff, Style | Tags: Fashion, little L, yummy mummy
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.
Careful ladies, it’s lurking within!
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:
Yummy Mammy for a day
Filed under: Blogging | Tags: guest blog, yummy mummy
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 [...]
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.
London mum and wannabe illustrator. On a mission to find a decent way into motherhood without losing herself. 