AT bedtime, Elsie and I have got a new routine. Which goes a little something like this…pyjamas on, brush teeth, clean face, toilet trip, bedtime story (or two), lights out, cuddles and a question. A very simple question that I’ve introduced over the past few weeks. And the question is this:
CAN you believe we’re already two weeks into 2016? I ask you, when on earth did this happen?! Crazy stuff indeed. Anyhow, I hope you’re all having a smashing start to the year and are managing to hit the ground running with all of your hopes, desires and goals! It’s been a pretty eventful couple of weeks here, so I thought I’d share with you all a quick update of
I CAN feel Elsie’s childhood slipping through my fingers. Really, I can. Those special moments, this special age she’s at, it’s all slipping through my fingers at an alarming rate. I’ve been hanging on, trying to keep up, doing my best to stop them all slipping through, but it’s been a struggle. And recently I’ve had a wake up call.
YUP, you heard right! Call me bonkers, call me silly, call me daft as a brush (or worse if you fancy, as long as you keep it to yourself!) but I’ve decided to attempt and introduce some kind of regular ‘advice’ column to Pouting In Heels. It’s something that’s actually been in the back of my mind for ages, months in fact. And then I came across two things recently
I DON’T believe in New Year resolutions. I don’t like the pressure, the feeling that we’re all somehow not good enough or the expectation that we all need to change something. However. All that aside, I do absolutely, hand on heart, totally and utterly adore New Year and the inescapable buzz of transformation, hope and excitement that hangs in the air. Because whilst I don’t believe in making a mammoth
I KNOW life isn’t always easy. I know some days can feel like the worst kind of struggle. I know Christmas – which is supposed to be the most magical time of the year – can feel more hellish than heavenly. I do. I get it. But…I need you to know this. You are NOT alone. It’s OK to not be OK, really it is but there is help out
IT’s nearly here. The big day! The day every child in the land is excitedly waiting for. The day that comes with all the expectations, all the hopes and all the stress. The day that many people are longing for. The day that many other people will be dreading. Christmas Day. For most of us there will be presents, a turkey dinner, booze and plenty of it. (If we’re lucky.) However
A FEW weeks ago, I was blatantly ignored by a group of women. I smiled, said hello and looked around the room, waiting for a group of women, whom I didn’t know, to respond. But nothing came. (Talk about awkward.) For a second or two, I thought perhaps they haven’t heard me or that someone, anyone, in the crowded room would shoot me a friendly smile any time soon. But
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