I’ve had a few weeks off. I wasn’t planning to, but it had got to the point where the idea of having to switch my laptop on in the evening was just TOO HARD so I thought a break was in order. Sometimes, it all just gets a bit much.
Things that were depressing me
-The amazing non-sleeping baby
-Friends with babies the same age saying how great it is now they’re sleeping through the night, and me saying ‘Oh that sounds lovely, we’re still being woken up every two hours ha ha’ and them doing sympathetic head tilts at me
-The losing weight is FUN! switch in my head had turned itself off, and I’d really piled it on
-None of my clothes fit me (see above)
-One of my toenails really hurt
-I still can’t open the petrol cap on the car, so my husband has to fill it up for me. This is mortifying, but I just can’t do it (and the power of positive thinking has left me looking like an arse on the forecourt as I spin the cap round repeatedly trying to make it click properly on more than one occasion)
Things I’ve done to try to improve things
-Been horrified by several recent photos, and started losing weight again. I’m short, I just don’t carry excess well
-Managed to fit my arse into a few more bits of clothing (VERY dull only having one pair of trousers you can actually get into)
-Been to the GP for the pill, and to get on the waiting list to see a dermatologist. I think I need Roaccutane again
-Cursed everyone who told me that having a baby would stop adult acne. It hasn’t. Thanks all.
-Been to the podiatrist again and got her to sort the sad toenail out
-Accepted that my baby won’t sleep for more than two hours at a time till he’s ready, and I can replace the car in two years, and get one with a petrol cap that doesn’t need witchcraft to open it
Things are looking up!
‘Editing my wardobe’ sounds a bit fancier than ‘charity shopping or chucking most of my stuff’ so we’ll go with that as a description. I spent a couple of hours last night having a good sort through, and anything that was truly crap (tatty, really knackered, trodden down hems, ripped, massive holes in things) has gone in a bag for the bin (rag bin at the back of the local charity shop) and anything wearable and decent but not right for me at the moment (maternity clothes which I’ve been wearing even though the baby is several months old, giant comfy but very unflattering smock things, colours that don’t seem to do much for me, things that are so tiny I really don’t ever see myself wearing them again) have been shared between vacuum bags in the loft and a charity shop bag.
So I have very few actual things left in my wardobe now, but what is in there fits me and is reasonably flattering. I’ve also taken inspiration from a brilliant Style and Beauty thread on Mumsnet and sorted through my knicker drawer too, leaving me with two bras that fit, about five pairs of knickers, and not very many pairs of socks (but at least those remaining are hole free). Some shopping is in order, and I’ve booked an appointment at Bravissimo this weekend to get some more really well fitting bras (I like Freya, and Bravissimo own brand-Panache have some really lovely things, but aren’t a good fit on me) and will get knickers and socks sorted too. Clothes I’d like to have a bit more of a think about. I don’t really have a style, or any sense of what my style could be. The clothes I’ve kept are all quite plain and mostly in black, navy, grey or cream, so definitely run the risk of being a bit boring. I like the idea of having basic work and weekend ‘uniforms’ which I could add splashes of colour to (dark blue jeans, breton striped top and a scarf for the weekend? black trousers, top and a cardi for work?) and think that might help me feel a bit more pulled together. What do you think? I’m pretty crap at clothes, but would love 2013 to be the year I feel like I started to feel confident in the choices I make. Any suggestions would be very gratefully received!
Yep, still no sign of the boiler repair folk with the Missing Part that will give us heating and hot water again. I’m bored of having to stop the baby trying to eat the fan heater, and driving to a hotel to wash. I’m bored of getting text messages from our useless service provider (won’t name them, but will say it might have been worth spending less money employing John Cleese to do the adverts and a bit more money on you know, the actual heating engineers) that say someone will be ringing the bell within the next ten minutes to fix it all and then still be waiting an hour and a half later. I’m Just Bored.
The good news is, I actually had a haircut (and eyebrow wax and lash tint). On Saturday. The first haircut I’ve had since August (I think). So I am bored, but my hair looks amazing. I meant to just have it tidied up a bit, but took my glasses off while she was cutting, and it’s now about three inches shorter, so gone from being a meh, split endsy mess that looked super tatty, to being a pretty sharp looking actual hairstyle. People have remarked! In a positive way, not a kind of sniggery ‘Mmmm, I like your haircut‘ way. And I have tidy brows. And new specs. And I’m actually wearing a new top today, that both fits and suits me, a sort of Breton stripe three quarter length sleeve T-shirt that I
got in the Boden sale am very pleased with. And I’ve had compliments! So I must be doing something right.
So in summary-bored and cold, but looking pretty good on it.