I had a very traumatic experience this morning when I went for a stroll with the pooch (involving her rolling around in human feces, people, please stop pooping outside) and now that we’re done cleaning and disinfecting her, I’m going to do something a lot more soothing. I’m going to make toffee ice-cream with raisins soaked in Bailey’s. We have a very special guest coming over tomorrow so we’re making ice cream and waffles to welcome her. 🙂
There’s nothing like being woken up to flowers and pretty presents – hey, I’m a woman after all! My adorable H brought me daffodils and a big chocolate brown box to bed…
Nom-nom-nom-nom-nom, thank you, love!
Today I really am extra appreciative of motherhood and maternal bonds. Not only is it my very first special day, being a mother myself has made me realize how lucky I am to be surrounded by so many beautiful and amazing women. I see how much my mother has given me, how much of who I am is a reflection of her and what she believes in and stands for. She’s a person I’m proud and thankful to resemble because she is strong (like you wouldn’t imagine), intelligent, creative and as caring as a person can be. Thank you for being my wonderful mummy and an even better grannie for my little girl!
This year I have another great lady in my life to thank and cherish: my mother-in-law (not literally, but you get the picture), who has really been here for us and helped us so much there’s not enough words to express my gratitude. She’s the kindest, most considerate person and if she wasn’t the fantastic grandmother she is to our princess, motherhood would have been much more of a struggle for me so far. Thank you, sweet-sweet A, for being who you are!
I can’t help being a little sad on this day, though. I wish with all my heart that my own beautiful grandmother could be here to see how happy I am to be the mother of this fantastic little girl. How I wish they could have met, because they would have loved each other so much. Wherever you are, I hope you see how much we love and miss you.
A special shout-out to all mummies, who, like myself, are celebrating their first year of motherhood (Triinu and Birgit come to mind). Enjoy this day and make sure you get yourself something nice for bringing your wonderful little miracles to this world 🙂
We took the before-pictures when we had already started tearing out the closets and there’s still some details (shelves, a bench with storage for shoes, a family photo for the frame, the closet painted dark brown, a lamp etc) to be added to the after-pictures, but we’ve definitely done a LOT of work. Here it is, our new hallway, with no holes in the walls, right angles and an actual floor. We’re really, really happy with it and we’d like to know what you think, too! 🙂
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.