Not so sound too bah humbug about the whole thing, but thank FUCK that’s over for another year. I love the idea of Christmas. As it approaches, I’m overcome with a yearning to wear oversized knitwear, hunker down in front of open fires, clutch a glass of Malbec and snuggle with my perfect looking family, perhaps in matching pyjamas (underneath the aforementioned chunky knit). Continue reading
A little while ago I made a promise to offer events for mama’s that were about more than a soggy custard cream and a dusty church hall. While I love the local playgroups as much as any other mother looking for child-friendly shit to fill their days with, I also quite like an opportunity to do something a little more ‘me’.
OK. I’m going to be the first one to say it. As a mother, I am sick of dusty old church halls, slobbered-on toys and crappy coffee. Why aren’t we doing anything more exciting? I don’t know if you know, but it isn’t the law that all mothers should give up all expectations of what ‘fun’ is or that we should all immediately start wearing boot cut jeans and Alice bands. Continue reading