So it turns out I am really nervous at having my photo taken. Yep, you read it here first. A professional photo shoot makes me squirm. If its anyone other than my sons or husband taking the photo, I feel all sorts of awkward. But…

So it turns out I am really nervous at having my photo taken. Yep, you read it here first. A professional photo shoot makes me squirm. If its anyone other than my sons or husband taking the photo, I feel all sorts of awkward. But…
Darling Sisterhood, sweetie darlings, babes, honeys, superfly gals, hands up here who wears things once and never wears them again? Who gets the heeby jeeby’s about wearing a dress that you’ve worn before, again to another event? Who here buys something from a store, photographs…
So it hurt a little, I’m not going to lie, but my seven year old is pure honesty, made up of sharp jabs, gorgeous words and delicious snuggles, so I took it like a boss and moved on. Well I moved on after I had…
“Did you just say what I think you did?”(yes I did, allow me to explain)… “What did you say to me you cheeky bitch?” (Ouch)… “How dare you suggest I need a stylist.” (It’d be kinda fun though and it’s not about what’s wrong, but…
It was to be about flotation tanks and champagne, dinner at the noodle markets, high end hotel stays, simple street food collective and trying all sorts, champagne bars, a walk down Franklin Road for the Christmas Lights, it was to be all the things to all attention starved and busy AF 40 year olds. But then, I decided I had nothing to wear.
Sisters, don’t be alarmed at the mumu, it’s totally appropriate and in fact, the only thing I want to and can be wearing right now, because this mother of the sisterhood had a bit of a curve ball thrown at me this week. I went…
Whether it be in trainers and active wear or a kick ass power dress, be part of the motherhood sisterhood, not against it.
I’m starting a new job on Monday. I’ll be the new kid on the block, at 42, that’s no mean feat. I’ll be making friendly chit-chat and skulk out on my own at lunchtime. I’ll have to ask where the loo is, how to make…
Don’t sacrifice style for comfort – do both!