Georgie lay down beside me and rubbed my belly. My mummy tummy. That flabby bit of fat I hate with all my might. The one that prevents me from wearing tight tops and the one I look at every night and sigh. Then he said: I love you mummy. And your belly.
I am 100% a t-shirt and jeans girl. I may throw in some quirkiness and/or formality from time to time but hands down, my go-to and most favourite piece of clothing is the good old t-shirt. Which means I am so very happy that t-shirts are becoming statement pieces and totally acceptable evening wear too. Inspiration on how to style your favourite tees this summer.
Recently, I had a conversation with my sister about what our kids call adults.
Parmesan chicken and kale sauté. I love the simiplicity of this recipe. I love it because it means that I can actually eat something amazing and good for me without having to create a small chaos in my kitchen on a Tuesday night.
This is a personal post. But I didn’t think too long about whether I should or should not write it like others I have written in the past. It was cathartic. At the base is the firm knowledge of how every mother feels about her child. You want the absolute best for them but above all you want them to be healthy. So what happens when they’re not and that’s not the worse part.