This week I've been valiantly trying to distract myself from all the festive sequins by compiling a list of my most needed (ok, wanted) pieces...
My Winter 2021 Thrift List
Tag: Second Hand Style
Another Insta favourite thrifted! I reeeeally wanted this dress back in the Summer. As is normally the case, preloved ones were still quite pricey because it had been worn by a few big accounts. So I waited, and managed to pick one up just before Christmas! That’s not to say it can’t be made Winter appropriate though! BTW the use of hats this week is definitely more about the state of my hair than it is a fashion statement…
Wonder whether Dan bought me the @janespatisserie cookbook because he knew I wanted it, or because he was hoping I’d use it on the regular? Bit of both I reckon…
Today was absolutely one of the up and down I mentioned in my earlier post. A day of the twins refusing sleep and cluster feeding but peppered with moments of loveliness - a trip to a local market, cake, a walk in the sunshine, and a lovely meal cooked by someone else. Best of all, on the dog walk last this evening o spotted a tiny bit of daylight on the horizon, reminding me that Spring is on its way. A timely reminder that everything is temporary.
Before I had children I knew about Postpartum Depression. It still took me by surprise to realise that PPD is just one end of the spectrum. That the ‘Baby Blues’ that up to 80% of new mums experience is not merely a couple of days of high level hormones, but actually months and maybe more of existing on a sliding scale of extreme emotions. I thought I was prepared to feel some uncomfortable feelings, but I really didn’t understand just how erratic those feelings could be. That I could be soaring on cloud nine one minute and collapsed in a puddle of tears the next, with nothing but a bit of spilled milk as the trigger. That the change could come so quickly and so out of left field. And the rage. No one told me about the rage. I expected to cry. I expected to feel despair, boredom, frustration. But I never expected to feel blistering, intense anger, brought on with the flick of a switch. I never imagined that the sound of these little voices - that I love so, so much - all competing for attention at the same time could drive me to want to scream into the wind or punch holes in the wall. It doesn’t feel rational or sane. It feels like the furthest thing from normal. But it is just that - something the vast majority of us feel at some point. But I guarantee almost all of us have taken it as a sign we aren’t doing a good enough job or that we aren’t good parents. How sad is that? Be kind to yourselves, Mummas. I see you, and I feel you ❤️
Smug face as we made it out of the house today - navigated the bus and popped round the charity shops for the first time with the twins on my own! The boys were angels, I picked up some treats and even had cake without anyone crying. Today is a good day ❤️
Thank heavens for sack-like dresses…
Picking the Day 