1. It began last night. I woke up to the pitter patter of drops…
2. …and oh, how I love thee, rain.
3. Breakfast.
4. I have had this wreath for over six years.It is handmade, unique and I can’t remember where I got it.
5. There are currently five different light strings on my tree. Only two of them work.
Georgie’s introduction to the world of theatre took place a few months ago when papa and I took him to see The Little Prince. I absolutely adore the book and knew that despite Georgie’s young age I wanted it to be the first memory he has of the theatre. Needless to say, he loved the experience and has been requesting another trip to the theatre since.
When it comes to dressing Georgie every new season, I tend to rely on high street stores like Zara and Mango. Both stores stock basics that I like and that Georgie can usually wear for more than just a few months. But I can’t say I am fond of the lack of originality, which means that I am always on the hunt for something different, softer, funkier and cooler. Quality, of course, is my top priority. His clothes need to be able to withstand constant laundry washing and everyday use. All these requirements seem to be fulfilled by a new shop I have sourced out. The Boyz & Girlz Boutique in Engomi, Nicosia is an absolute gem and seeing as I am totally obsessed with my new findings, the lovely owner, Aliki, has allowed me to share some photos.
There is a slight chance some will find this post offensive. I can only hope that is not the case. I am about to touch on the topic of cultures and religions, something I was sure would never be mentioned on the blog due to the obvious sensitivity of the matter. However, this piece is based on my own experiences and thoughts, as a mother and individual and something that happened to me recently. I am not here to tell you what you should or should not believe in. Far from it. I believe the world is beautiful due to the mixture that exists, more so in terms of culture than religion. It seems though, that my view is not shared by all, something I am completely aware of. Then there’s the matter of hate and extreme, which again I am aware of but do not and will never understand. When it hits too close to home, I cannot remain quiet anymore.
On Sunday, Georgie looked slightly confused when papa and I announced we were all going to see some dinosaurs. ‘You told me they are all dead!’ Hm, yes, that’s right. So, I rephrased: ‘We’re going to see some dead dinosaurs’. The whole dinosaur concept is difficult to establish at this age but I am hoping the fascination will remain until he fully understands what type of remarkable beings used to roam the earth. Together with his cousins, we visited the Tsirides’ Foundation exhibit on dinosaurs, fossil fish and semi-precious stones. The exhibit actually included a complete skeleton of the extinct Cyprus pigmy hippopotamus and an authentic T-Rex skull!