Yearning for Rest

Yearning for Rest

My youngest was nearly one. The mythical “sleeping-through” remained mythical. And from the accounts of my new mum girlfriends, we had all been fed the same fantasy. None of us were getting a full eight hours. My very bones were weary with tiredness. It was impossible to fathom how we could continue and yet we all did. I yearned, yearned for rest.

I remember talking to mum about it. How weary I was. My dear mother has a way of seeing herself in every story. So she told me about how tired she was. As an aside, if you’d like to frustrate a person to tears, be a person without a baby telling a person with a baby how tired you are. Of course, new parents don’t have the monopoly on exhaustion, but for the love of all that’s holy – just give it to them. They are honestly only just hanging on.

And while my mothers “empathy” rankled she then said something that gave me pause “sometimes I wish for just a short stay in hospital, nothing serious of course, just a little rest.” Read more

When no buy gets hard

 

when no buy gets hardI’m heading to the mid way point of my no buy year. To date, it’s been easier than I had expected. I avoided temptation, steered clear of the stores, refused online shopping and all had been well. My wardrobe served as my little shop and I was feeling quite smug about it all.

Then the season changed. Read more

The Beauty Minimalist

The Beauty Minimalist

The other weekend I had lunch with some awesome bloggy-instagram types. These get togethers are always a blast. Nothing is taboo. The conversation is by turns hilarious, revealing and educational. There were a few beauty experts amongst us, which is something I find fascinating. Like peering into a foreign world I know nothing about. Hearing about feather touch eyebrow tattooing, contouring and eyelash extensions was all quite foreign and exciting. You see, on the totem pole of personal grooming I sit very low.  Read more

Postcards from Blogland

Post cards from Blogland

A few years ago my friend and I went real estate shopping in blogland. We approached with quiet trepidation. Unsure of the vast spaces that unfolded. Blogland appeared to go on forever. Just when we thought we may have touched the edges, another array of niches would shimmer before us. Read more

How to create a uniform

I didn’t much care for my high school uniform. An uninspiring green and white plaid blouse, matched with a dowdy green skirt and thick brown stockings in winter. When you looked out over a sea of girls dressed the same way, we looked like a forrest with our tree trunk legs.

BUT, I did like not thinking about what to wear in the morning. I did like the lack of pressure. Whenever a free-dress day rolled around, anxiety about what to wear would come rolling in too.

Fast forward (just a few) years and I’m time poor in the mornings. While I love to plan outfits for special events, there are days I’d be happy to give dressing over to a uniform.

I think lots of women feel the same way — that it would be great to have a wardrobe where you can just grab and go, with zero thought. And look fabulous. Read more