To most of you, this crappy picture of the back of a van means absolutely nothing, to me it means we finally got the new flooring and splines for the hallway. The best part? It’s already installed, which means our entire hallway is done-done-done! The huge cardboard box to the left is a new mirror which we already hung up last night. Everything is starting to look great! Anyone wanna see before and after pictures?
My hair has been through a lot in a lifetime. The first time I had highlights in my hair I was around the age of 7 (my mum dyed her best friend’s hair and I wanted in on the deal), but let them grow out eventually. Then, somewhere around the peak of puberty, me and two girlfriends of mine decided none of us had been blondes ever and that it was a terrific idea. The most clever one of us bailed at the last minute, but I went through with it. The store-bought bleach dyed my chocolate brown hair a nice, uneven orange. It looked like a train wreck, but I thought it was charming. I kept bleaching it though and about six months later I reached perfection with the help of a hair dresser and silvery toning:
I stayed blonde for quite a while, bleaching it (not always just the roots, I often chose to bleach all of it) every two weeks for longer than a year. Then I grew tired of it, went black and stayed black until it started to fade and I grew tired. Went blonde again. Bleached like hell for a few months. Then back to dark brown. Then blonde again. Bleached the crap out of it for a short while. Then dark. Then blonde again. Then back to dark. So here I am now with a set of hair that’s thicker and fuller than most people I know, but that in no way resembles what it was like before. Most people (now including myself) are sincerely surprised I’m not completely bald.
I now need to wash my hair a few times a week not because it gets greasy (because it never does anymore, it’s so dried out it has completely stopped self-moisturizing and my scalp is dry as hell) but because it starts to resemble a dry-ass haystack if I don’t feed it with conditioner every now and then. I’ve used most hair products, I’ve soaked it in carrot and olive oil (never doing that again) and got stuck on Tigi hair products for a while. They worked better than your regular supermarket brands, but never great enough to make my hair feel like the hair it used to be.
So when we went to Sweden a few months ago, a friend of my mum’s recommended Aussie hair products. I was skeptical but the clever quotes and puns on the bottles (which really are cute) convinced me to try them out. I’m completely sold. Not only does it smell heavenly peachy, it leaves my hair feeling like… well, healthy hair.
I now only need to use the 3-minute miracle treatment (in the middle) once a week, because the shampoo and conditioner leave my hair soft and shiny enough. I haven’t used any shampoo and conditioner before that left my hair manageable enough without any additional leave-in stuff… Needless to say I’m never going back to Tigi or Redken ever again. Plus I think it was in the same price range. Cheaper, even.
If you ever come across it, go for it. Your hair will surely thank you. You have my word!
I went to my precious A (she’s amazing at what she does plus she’s a great friend to talk to and have fun with) to fix my nails last night and while we were at it I decided to challenge my boring old self and choose something a bit more sparkly and colorful than the good old french manicure or boring pastels. What do you think?
As weird as it may sound, there’s nothing that’ll make you feel less like a grown up than having a kid. Not only am I no longer allowed to drink or smoke, my chances to visit grown up places (cinemas, theaters, night clubs even) are limited and I occasionally need someone to cut my food into tiny pieces (if baby girl is sitting in my lap and I only have one free hand).
This is absolutely not a complaint, because we definitely don’t sit around doing nothing. People keep asking me what I do with my spare time and even though (before the day before yesterday) I hadn’t left baby’s side for longer than it took me to take a shower, we’ve been keeping ourselves pretty busy. Our ladybug has been with us everywhere ever since she was born so she seems to very much enjoy our weekly restaurant visits, for example. I’ve even stopped holding my breath when we go to fancier places, because I know she won’t squeal and whine and disturb the other guests. She just sits around quietly, inspects the interior design and when she manages to get the servers’ attention, she flirts and smiles at them. We go for walks, we shop, we renovate our home and have guests over. We travel around and go places with our little girl always by our side.
So the day before yesterday we decided to leave her at home with her grandmother and go to an outdoor concert-kind of thing for two hours. Did we have fun? Sure did. Did I feel like an awful person and the worst mum of the year (even though they did great and didn’t miss us at all)? Hells yes.
There’s no pleasing me, that’s for sure.
When we went to see the doctor (a physiatrist, rehabilitation specialist or whatever it’s called in English) before the little bug was two months old, she was surprised by how responsive and “chatty” our little girl was. She said she sees thousands of children but none of them as socially active at such a young age. So that part is nothing new, baby has been very chatty and smiley “all her life”. She imitates our intonation by responding in her own kind of speech and reacts to some words and grimaces with loud giggles. I’ve also caught her loudly conversing with her toys in the privacy of her crib.
So what is new? Well, in comparison to one little Mia we know (who is a month younger), our princess is a late bloomer when it comes to holding up her head. We no longer need to support her head when holding her, but when on her stomach, she’ll only hold her head up high for a short while. Then she’ll huff and puff and eventually growl until picked up.
“Now pick me up or I swear to god I’ll scream!”
Another thing developing very fast is her coordination. She now (since 06.04, as documented) knows her hands are attached to her body and she can bring them to her mouth whenever she pleases, which just so happens to be all the time. I’ve noticed she now knows she can touch things like the patterns on her grandmother’s blouse or a toy held up close to her.
It’s very obvious that our little girl knows there’s more to life than lying around at a physical standstill and feels like she’s trapped in her little body. She refuses to lie down or sit in our laps, she demands to be carried around or at least be held up so it looks like she’s sitting by herself.
Wait, why do I suddenly feel like I’m describing Stewie? Better start watching my back…
Our little princess has more dresses in her wardrobe than her mother does and it’s no surprise she definitely looks a lot cuter in hers than I do in mine. Here’s one her daddy got for her from his business trip to Amsterdam a month ago:
Daddy has a good eye for dresses, doesn’t he?
This is what the little princess would look like if she hadn’t decided to sleep until noon (have I mentioned she’s an amazing sleeper?):
They have a lot of pretty things this season, unfortunately they cost money so getting them all isn’t an option. Here’s today’s addition to my closet:
Unfortunately, I had to leave this gorgeous piece of clothing behind because it was a tiny bit pricey for me… but if you’re luckier than I am, do go give it a loving home:
I thought it would be time soon so I got this cute triangle bikini. I do prefer bandeau bikinis, but let’s be honest – if you have the teensiest bit of boobage going on, it’ll probably not stay put when you take a dive. What’s great about Asos‘ bikinis is that you get to buy the top and bottom separately so you get to pick the perfect size and shape (mine are size 16 and size 10, a massive difference). Plus they’re very affordable. Go for it!