I am no fashionista. I know what I like and I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about it. I love accessories and shoes and bags and a bargain. I used to live in towering high heels before the boys ruined my balance and sense of giving a shit. Now I’m the proud owner of 786 pairs of flat shoes.
Anyway, like I said, I know what I like. I do keep an eye on what’s new in the world of fashion although I’ll ignore a lot of it (because I’m not wearing a freaking crop top and pants that look like I’ve stashed people in the crotch). Continue reading
Whether you like to buy the sweet ones or the naughty ones (like I do), print out and decorate or get crafty – here’s some ideas for the perfect Father’s Day card! Continue reading
Father’s Day is fast approaching and I’m not a fan. I usually spend the day on my own, trying to keep myself busy with anything that will fill my time until my boys get home from their dad’s. Why?
Because I don’t have a dad. Continue reading
I’m a beach lover. It calms us down and chills us out, it’s my happy place and my thinking place with many big decisions over the years made sitting by the ocean with the sand between my toes and the salty breeze in my hair.
You’ll find lots of bits and pieces around our home influenced by the ocean, right down to the mason jars in the boy’s rooms filled with the sand and shells that we’ve collected on our beach walks. I love the soft sandy colours and ocean blues, they really can make any room look beautiful. Continue reading
With only a few weeks left till Father’s Day, if you haven’t already it’s time to start thinking of those gifts. I found some great homemade gift ideas last week (you can find the post here) and the school stalls will be starting up soon but if it’s a store bought pressie you’re after, here’s 10 ideas all under $25.00: Continue reading
I’m not really one to dress with my bits on show. Sure, before the boys ruined everything from the neck down and gravity decided my boobs were better off being tucked into the front of my pants, I was totally ok with showing a touch of boobage. Not anymore. Nobody needs to see that. Continue reading
As parents, we have to deal with all sorts of grossness from snot to poop and even worse……..vomit.
I’m pretty certain I have a pathological fear of the dreaded gastro bug. It turns me into this mental lunatic who panics at the site of a slightly pale child and sprays the bejeezus out of a can of Glen 20 in everyones faces. I cannot deal with it.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those people who gag and heave at the sight, sound or smell of someone chucking up (although that is way too funny watch someone who does that). I can, with a high level of disgust, clean it up and sort it out (only my own and my kids’, I’m not volunteering to clean up anyone else’s). But gastro? That’s a whole other thing. Continue reading