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For the love of skin

I don’t know if it’s the eery sound of age creeping up on me or the realisation that some things (thighs, I’m talking to you) will never change but I am finally tuning into my skin and all its needs. Those monthly breakouts are yet to be tamed, I won’t lie, but overall my skin is in a much better state than it would have been if I continued to turn a snobbish nose to the sacred valley of beauty and skincare products. Wiping off make up and applying the occasional mask was about all I could muster when it came to caring for my skin. Probably the only thing I can say I did right by my skin is religiously applying sun protection for the last five years. You don’t want to hear about my ignorant youthful and bountiful use of baby oil because that’s just disgusting and I would really rather forget about it.

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May 21, 2014 by
odd ends

odd ends

1. This morning. He has Under the Sea on repeat.

2. Prepping for summer nights outdoors.

3. First beach moment. Summer 2014.

4. Lavender.

5. I unearthed this a couple weeks ago and have been on the hunt for a sewing machine ever since.

6. First summer purchase.

7. ‘I want that!’

8.  One more from this morning because I cannot resist that look.

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May 15, 2014 by
Motherhood

Red Balloons for Ryan

It started with Instagram and a picture of a mummy, a daddy and the cutest red headed boy I have ever seen. Then the caption. The words ‘tragedy’ and ‘sudden loss’ were mentioned. That sweet boy was dead.

I immediately went into a frenzy. Searching on other Instagram profiles for anything that would explain what had happened. I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. A little boy, dead? A three-year old little boy, whose mother had posted, that same morning, a picture of him running through Disneyland, was hit by a truck. He is no longer here. No longer in the arms of his mother. How can that be?

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May 14, 2014 by
Motherhood

give a little more

A few days after we returned, I noticed some miscommunication between Georgie and I. It started with stamping feet and whiny noises. Hm. Then there was the time he thought it would be funny to spit in my face. There are the sudden bursts of energy that end with a jump into a knee-high deep puddle while we are walking side by side and climbs on the kitchen counters, oblivious to the glass bottle of olive oil resting tensely on the edge. Also, the day he decided to leisurely stroll out a cafe where we were sitting and turn right. Out of sight. On a busy road. Oh and the peculiar requests in the middle of the night.

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May 9, 2014 by

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