Some Saturday style inspiration from our favourite celebrity mothers.
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style and beauty
1. Training Lily. Aka banging your head against a brick wall.
2. We have serious conversations on the kitchen counter.
3. Paphos Marina. Some time last month.
4. Catching cobwebs.
5. Lily’s scary face.
6. It’s been just over a month. Happy anniversary!
I like my boy in t-shirts and sneakers. I love him in cut off jeans and I cannot resist a superhero t-shirt. I am pro-tomboy all the way. It’s hard to understand why I ever worried about dressing a boy. It is an absolute uncomplicated joy. Yet sometimes I catch myself walking straight into a heap of tutus and frilly bows and smiling. I am drawn to the cuteness of a little white dress, an embroidered flower and fine fabrics. This does not happen often but when it does it’s usually worth mentioning, so if you have a little girl who you just love dressing up, take yourself down to Marasil. There are stores in Limassol, Paphos and Nicosia. They stock truly gorgeous dresses in lovely fabrics and a number of christening options without the tulle overload. Basic, everyday clothes in breathable materials are available here. Everything is made in Europe, which I appreciate and there’s a cool boys collection too with the coolest croc swim trunks I’m thinking of grabbing.
Displaying Georgie’s art has been on my list of things-to-do for an embarrassingly long time. I have a folder where I keep not only Georgie’s musings but also my godson’s and niece and nephew’s. But there’s always one favourite hanging on the side of the fridge or sitting clumsily on the blackboard in the pantry. So it was about time I got some wire, two nails and a few pegs and created a little art corner.
I am declaring a REGULAR new post theme called The Parent Hood. Thrilling title I know but this isn’t coming from a busy office with coffee breaks and a Ryan Gosling look-alike taking notes. It’s coming from a woman who has seriously overdue chipped nail varnish, dirty feet dangling off the bed and the faint scent of fry-up in her hair keeping her from coming up with something better to name said regular new post theme. Oh and also, I am dying to re-watch the last episode of Game of Thrones. Obsessed is not the right word.