I am not a glamorous person. I have always wanted to BE a glamorous person. I’ve ATTEMPTED to be a glamorous person. It’s never quite panned out that way.
I’ve got drawers full of cosmetics, have watched hours of YouTube make up tutorials, I know my pomade from my primer. Nowadays though it’s still not really happening.
I am currently sat on a Tuesday lunchtime, setting up a blog when I should be sorting out laundry whilst my kitchen gets refitted. My baby is having a rare “this-is-longer-than -ten -minutes” nap (Mummy win!) I’m wearing Uggs that look like they’ve been attacked by a spaniel, a pair of jogging bottoms with stains that could be baby drool or could be rice cake and I’m 86% certain I only brushed half my hair this morning.
This blog (and my YouTube channel if I ever brave the camera!) is part auto-biographical part “sort yourself out woman”. Anybody with a small child will agree that the minutest of tasks is like running a marathon with a child in tow. Gone are the days I could skip to the shops for a pint of milk, now I have to catch a rapidly crawling 9 month old, locate and reapply her socks, bundle her up and that’s before she’s even in the pram and I have to work out if it’s worth running upstairs to put a bra on.
Hopefully I will entertain you, hopefully I will amuse you, Hell! If we are lucky we might learn something along the way.
Dani
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