When the sleet started lashing against my face yesterday, I realised the difference between going for a walk before and after having kids. In my old life, I would have found the nearest café/pub/bus-stop and abandoned the whole excursion, secretly relieved at being able to blame it on the climate rather than my laziness. Continue reading…
There’s nothing that perks up my day quite like looking down at my keyboard and seeing some freshly painted talons tapping away. (I keep telling you I’m shallow but you won’t listen.) And speaking of shallow, I have a nail tip to share with you: do them last thing at night (my mother-of-many friend Holly told me this). That way the polish gets to dry properly while you’re asleep and you’re less likely to ruin them doing something menial like stacking the dishwasher. Happy days. Continue reading…
Nothing is more depressing than hearing myself say to my stepdaughter “Oooh, that/ they/ those were trendy/ cool/ the fashion when I was younger/ young/ your age”. But I find myself saying it ALL THE TIME these days, as she parades through the house in what essentially my wardrobe from circa 1985. Except it’s nicer.
But, instead of turning my nose up, as someone as fashion-cautious as myself should, I find I am suddenly excited about purchasing a snood. Top Shop has a lovely one in charcoal grey, don’t you know? And rather than poo-pooing the prospect of owning a pair of ankle boots for the second time round, I have been browsing Office online with a glint in my eye.
Maybe we’ve forgotten how bad we looked. Maybe the clothes are actually nicer. Or maybe it’s because, with about 20 years more sartorial experience, we know we’ll do it better this time. Whatever the reason, there are a few 80s things going on in the world that I might just have a go at. Go ahead, judge me. I’m fine with it, honest. Continue reading…
