Thursday, 30 January 2014

15 Minute Face

I adore make-up. I have loved make-up since I was about 7 years old and first sat at my mother's dressing table playing with her jars of Estee Lauder and her Lancome lipsticks. I have a lot of make-up. I mean - drawers full of the stuff. And yet as I hastily applied my school-run face this morning, it occurred to me that

Tuesday, 28 January 2014

Tea Break

I was at the gym again this morning and half an hour into exercise I had to stop as I could feel the beginnings of a migraine approaching. I came home to discover my undrunk morning cup of tea from breakfast time. So, by 9.30am I had a headache because I hadn't had my usual breakfast bucket of tea - that is a slightly worrying sign of my body's caffeine dependence. That February detox is going to hurt! In the meantime

Thursday, 23 January 2014

Burgundy Beauties

I have been trying to post at least every other day but no post yesterday I'm afraid as in the absence of a proper detox it seems my body decided to detox all by itself in the form of a 48 hour stomach bug. Yuk! So I spent most of yesterday wallowing on the sofa, feeling really rather sorry for myself until at 2pm the doorbell rang and the postman delivered these little beauties:

                                           Boots - Ash Bea in Prune
                                           Jeans - 7 For All Mankind The Skinny

They're here!!! And I love them.

Monday, 20 January 2014

Like Mother, Like Daughter

So much of my life as a mother involves a great deal of work in trying to getting my children to do what I want/ need them to do. They are both fiercely independent and self-assured and have their own opinions on everything. This, of course extends to what they want to wear. Particularly my little girl who would happily wear a ballgown to go rock-climbing! 

My daughter was invited to a 6th birthday party yesterday. At 10.30 am. On a Sunday. Yes, I know.

Saturday, 18 January 2014

Tell me I'm not too old!

Ok people, here are the facts : I am 36 years old (whisper it), I am a mother of two, I want and love to look and feel glamorous, but I need to be comfortable and be able to run and jump and lug around children and bags of grocery shopping. I LIVE in my skinny jeans. I hate looking like 'a mum' - I hardly ever wear ballet flats because I think they prettify and take the fashion edge out of any outfit I wear. I do not and never will own a pair of pull-on stretch knee high boots. So here is the question (and I've been wrestling with it for SO long I fear I may have already missed the boat) - "The wedge high top - am I in or out?".

I think I'm in. I mean, just look at this outfit :

Great, right.

Thursday, 16 January 2014

Cosy eats

Well, so much for gentle zen-like yoga. I went to a Body Balance class yesterday morning and today I am completely incapacitated. I can't lift my arms above shoulder height! Agony! But having started the day in a state of mind-body alignment I continued with a day of pure eating (notwithstanding the multiple cups of tea and the 9pm aviation cocktail - nobody's perfect!).  Dinner last night was homemade minestrone soup. It's a regular feature in our house when I feel like we need a really nourishing, comforting supper - it's packed full of green veg and feels like it's doing you so much good. I very often cook it on hubby's return from a business trip as after a week of rich or exotic food something pure and tasty and warming is just perfect. I tend to just bung whatever I've got in the pot, but it is vaguely based on Nigella's minestrone recipe from her 'Kitchen' cookbook.

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

January Blues

So. It's January. It's bloody cold! (1 degree centigrade here this morning - brrrrr!) The kids are back at school, hubby is back at work and life gets back to normal. I suddenly have more time on my hands for navel-gazing. Or rather, more specifically, fine line and eyebag gazing! I think it must be all the central heating and the excesses of Christmas (and blimey was I excessive at Christmas!) but I'm 36 and I think it's happening. I'm starting to look my age - help!