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Three Posh Frocks

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I have a wardrobe full of clothes that belong in the life I used to live, but I still can’t quite bring myself to clear them out. I have shoes that are impractical for the school run, the supermarket dash and for working from home. They belong in fancy Soho restaurants, glossy office spaces, and for stepping in and out of London taxis. I also have dresses to wear with these shoes. They are bold in colour, soft to touch, and require serious support worn underneath. Every now and then, I run my hands over them and wonder if it is time to let them go, but that would be like saying there will never be an occasion for me to wear them again. I am not ready for that. Those dresses, shoes, handbags and shiny accessories do still have a place in my life, just not as often as they once did. But, much like London taxis, you wait ages for one event invite to come along and then three turn up at once. Last week, I was lucky enough to be invited to the …

I Wore This and Thought of You

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There are some items in my wardrobe that I will never ever throw out. No matter how badly they may fit, how tatty they may look, or how unfashionable they may be. My ‘Australia’ jeans. They are a 28 waist, bootleg, hipster jean. I can say with quite some confidence that I will NEVER wear them again. Even if I could squeeze even one of my thighs into them, the fact that my post c-section belly would hang over the top of the low-rise waistline makes them a style no-go. These jeans have not been worn for over 14-years, yet they are still stored in with my current collection. We have a tight bond those jeans and I. They represent the last time I felt thin and I am not ready to let that go. My ‘First Date’ dress. It is a green maxi dress from Top Shop that I wore on my very first date with the Greek God(zilla). I have worn it a couple of times since then, but tend not to anymore as it feels …

Not Going Grey Gracefully

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I found my first grey hair when I was 25-years old. Closer examination revealed clusters of silver strands across my crown and decorating my hairline. I panicked, attacked the brightest of the bunch with a pair of tweezers, then rushed out to buy a home colour kit to tackle the rest. I have been hiding my true colour behind a bottle every 6-8 weeks ever since. I do know people who have opted to go grey gracefully and they look incredibly elegant and striking, but I have not quite reached that stage of acceptance yet. I have experimented with deep red, honey blonde, warm brown, very dark brown, very light blonde, highlights, lowlights and orange/yellow stripes. The latter being a mistake that resulted in months of colour correction treatments and a slow, expensive return to my natural shade of brown. It was then that I made the decision to stop colouring my own hair at home. For many years, I enjoyed regular salon visits to have my ‘natural’ tones restored. My best kept secret is …

Autumn Clothes for Kids

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So, I guess we are to assume from the recent nosedive in temperatures, oh and ALL the rain, that Summer has come to an abrupt end. I don’t feel as cheated as I usually do by an early Autumn, which is probably because I do feel like we had a decent amount of sunshine this year. As always, it never really is quite enough though. Give me one week of sun and I want a month… one month and I want two… but 2-months and I think it is here to stay forever. There I was one day, confidently posting about Zachy probably being able to still wear his summer wardrobe through to October and then the very next day, I found myself in a debate with the Greek God(zilla) over whether it is too early to pop the heating back on in September. We compromised on 1-hour in the morning, on the condition I wear an extra jumper around the house for the rest of the day. I am sure he will be quick to …

Spring Cleaning

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*WARNING* The post below contains shallow, superficial content of absolutely no importance whatsoever. If you are easily bored, please click away now. I had a shocking realisation last summer that I did not need to buy any more new clothes. This could have been down to finally finding a look that I was comfortable with and suits me, or because my wardrobe was bulging with impulse buys that I had never worn. I do not really remember which… although I think the first option makes me sound slightly better, so let’s just go with that. Last week, I had another clear-out of all the stuff I could not bring myself to get rid of the first time. However, this time I was ruthless. This included all items that no longer fit; anything that gave me a monoboob, shaped my bottom into an airbag, or had a maternity label on it. Next to go was anything with a rip, tear or a hole and finally a pair of white jeans purely because I am not Liz …