It used to be that if you mentioned the word "feminist" then people thought of some butch gay type woman with short hair, flat shoes and a hatred of men. It was not "cool" to tell people you were a feminist and many jokes were made - mainly be men.
However nowadays I think we need feminism more than ever. I have been reading a book called Raising Girls about how to parent your daughter into becoming the woman she can be. The book discusses how a lot of young girls have eating disorders, alcohol and drug problems and are growing up faster than ever.
If you stop to look at the world from a young girl's point of view then you get really conflicting messages. On the one had you have the schools and parents telling them that they can be anything they want to be - a politician, an architect, an artist, a teacher.
You have the role models of the parents, perhaps mum was a nurse, a secretary - roles traditionally taken on by women. They feel that they don't have to restrict what career choices they make because they can do anything.
They then hit secondary school and are suddenly bombarded by mixed messages. The other side is the advertisers. They know that if they put sugar in alcohol and make it taste nice then girls will drink it. They know that young girls want to be made to feel good about themselves and so if they have the right clothes, the right figure, the right boyfriend, listen to the right music and wear the right clothes then they will have succeeded at being acceptable.
Girls bully each other much more than boys but worse than that, girls bully themselves. Even as an adult I struggle with body image problems. I know intellectually that the models in the magazines are airbrushed or have eating disorders themselves - I know that. But - I still want to be like them because it is what we are expected to be.
In London you get people from all walks of life, from every corner of the globe and they come in all colours, shapes and sizes. We don't look at the people on our high street - we only see what the media wants us to see - flawless, perfectly coiffed models with painted on smiles and a perfect man on their arm. We watch X Factor and the young girls believe that if they can get through an audition that their lives will be complete - they will be adored.
It is a very hard lesson in life to learn to love yourself and not something that is easy. I do believe that all women should be feminists. We have enough to deal with in life without turning on each other. The main problem is that for everything that we can do, we still have to have the babies. Until we find a way around the childcare problem, nothing will ever be equal for women.
Yes, men talk the talk about being involved with parenting but I know for a fact that most fathers believe that simply keeping the child occupied is childcare. There is a lot more to it than that, you have to be a role model, a teacher, an environmentalist, a nutritionist, a secretary, a doctor, a therapist, a counselor, a mentor, fitness instructor, cleaner, gardener, chef, personal shopper, art teacher, scientist, moderator, companion and spiritual guide.
This is a lot to fit in if you also have a full time job. So - who looks after the children? A lot of parents have full time jobs and so the children go to school and then to a childminder who in turn sends their children to their own parents. At the end of the chain is usually a grandmother looking after a child for a working mother. I am not against this, I just think that in today's society we need to spend more time with our children and less time thinking about money.
Does money make a woman happy? We are lead to believe that if we wear the right perfume we will be sexy. That perfume maybe costs £50 a bottle. We feel good when we put it on because we feel like we are conforming to how a beautiful woman should act.
What if we stop wearing perfume. Would it stop men finding us attractive? I really don't think so because even if we have the most beautiful face and figure and smell amazing it doesn't make us good people. I think that r men who only like a woman for how she looks are not worth knowing anyway. This is a really hard lesson to teach women who think that any male attention is good attention. It isn't. You are allowed to be as choosy as you want and it doesn't matter what names they might call you - they just aren't worth it.
A lot of women experience depression because they can't "have it all". The media has decided that women need to be young, beautiful, dressed well, perfect skin and hair, good cooks, great mothers, have a fabulous career and probably spend ages wafting round vintage markets looking for old furniture to restore before retiring to do their lovely garden while wearing designer gloves. They then smile at their perfectly groomed content husband before popping some gourmet meal in the oven for dinner. Their perfectly behaved children in new clothes eat everything on their plate before doing their homework and telling their mum how wonderful she is.
I don't how how many hours in the day women are supposed to have but it must be much more than the men who are supposed to work for 8 hours a day, spend a couple of nights in the pub, watch football and spray some deodorant on occasionally in order to attract a woman.
A friend of mine has recently got divorced and she said it was amazing to have weekends back again. The children were with dad and so she got some "me time". She had never taken me time before because she was so busy trying to make her life perfect.
I think it is very important to not feel guilty about having "me" time. If that means spending an hour in the bath or having a weekend away, it's ok. The quick fixes don't work - the expensive dress will feel good while you wear it then you will feel guilty for buying it then guilty for not wearing it more often. Little things like going for a walk or listening to your music and dancing around a room. It might sound trivial but give it a go.
Monday, 4 February 2013
Thursday, 10 January 2013
January in London
You can't move in London in December on a night out. Groups of office workers wearing tinsel, slightly drunk parade around the streets in gangs. You find people in their best dresses and suits dancing the night away wearing more sparkle than Liberace.
Come January however and everyone suddenly seems to vanish. I know that there is the new "trend" to use January as a detox or perhaps people are just staying in to save money because they bought too much for people over Christmas.
I personally find that we need to socialise more in January than any other month. I find that the dark days, nothing to look forward to and the fact that Christmas is in the past makes it kind of depressing. There are a lot of people who suffer from SAD (seasonally affected disorder) where they find that the grey skies and lack of sun makes them feel depressed. Although I would not consider myself to be clinically depressed at this time of year, I do find myself feeling down, wondering what life is for and basically just wanting to go out.
Heading into the West End even on a Friday night is a sobering affair. There are hardly any people there and the people who are out, aren't dressed up for a good night out, they're wearing grey coats and are huddled round a pint of bitter or a cup of coffee. I have never understood going out to a pub to have a coffee but I suppose if that's your thing then who am I to argue?
I headed to Covent Garden on Tuesday night and I felt like I was in some sort of post apocalyptic scene. There was no one on the cobbles and a lot of the bars had obviously taken January as an opportunity to refurbish themselves.
I think that January should have some sort of feast to look forward to at the end. Basically in terms of marketing the next big thing (unless you're Scottish and celebrate Burns Night) is Valentine's Day. I am not a big fan of Valentine's day as I feel pressured to go out and sit awkwardly at a table with my husband rammed in next to other couples. We tend to celebrate on the 15th instead because we don't really care that it's not the exact day and it's easier to get a babysitter.
I wonder if New York has the same issues. It is supposed to be the city that never sleeps but I wonder if even there on a Tuesday night in January, you are hard pushed to find a busy place to hang out after 9pm at night.
London often baffles the tourists who flock to the city centre in search of this amazing city and it's nightlife. "Where is everyone?" they say. At home basically. Watching Midsomer Murders and eating Muesli bars because the TV has told them they must lose weight because it's January.
Maybe London's next venture should be a detox club. Perhaps somewhere that sells very expensive juices but plays party music and has a large dance floor. People can get dressed up and dance the night away (burning calories) while sippping on a juice.
I had a similar idea a few years ago about an adult playground and now they have them everywhere. Obviously I am just ahead of my time - watch this space for the dance / juice bar in your area soon.
Come January however and everyone suddenly seems to vanish. I know that there is the new "trend" to use January as a detox or perhaps people are just staying in to save money because they bought too much for people over Christmas.
I personally find that we need to socialise more in January than any other month. I find that the dark days, nothing to look forward to and the fact that Christmas is in the past makes it kind of depressing. There are a lot of people who suffer from SAD (seasonally affected disorder) where they find that the grey skies and lack of sun makes them feel depressed. Although I would not consider myself to be clinically depressed at this time of year, I do find myself feeling down, wondering what life is for and basically just wanting to go out.
Heading into the West End even on a Friday night is a sobering affair. There are hardly any people there and the people who are out, aren't dressed up for a good night out, they're wearing grey coats and are huddled round a pint of bitter or a cup of coffee. I have never understood going out to a pub to have a coffee but I suppose if that's your thing then who am I to argue?
I headed to Covent Garden on Tuesday night and I felt like I was in some sort of post apocalyptic scene. There was no one on the cobbles and a lot of the bars had obviously taken January as an opportunity to refurbish themselves.
I think that January should have some sort of feast to look forward to at the end. Basically in terms of marketing the next big thing (unless you're Scottish and celebrate Burns Night) is Valentine's Day. I am not a big fan of Valentine's day as I feel pressured to go out and sit awkwardly at a table with my husband rammed in next to other couples. We tend to celebrate on the 15th instead because we don't really care that it's not the exact day and it's easier to get a babysitter.
I wonder if New York has the same issues. It is supposed to be the city that never sleeps but I wonder if even there on a Tuesday night in January, you are hard pushed to find a busy place to hang out after 9pm at night.
London often baffles the tourists who flock to the city centre in search of this amazing city and it's nightlife. "Where is everyone?" they say. At home basically. Watching Midsomer Murders and eating Muesli bars because the TV has told them they must lose weight because it's January.
Maybe London's next venture should be a detox club. Perhaps somewhere that sells very expensive juices but plays party music and has a large dance floor. People can get dressed up and dance the night away (burning calories) while sippping on a juice.
I had a similar idea a few years ago about an adult playground and now they have them everywhere. Obviously I am just ahead of my time - watch this space for the dance / juice bar in your area soon.
Thursday, 20 December 2012
Christmas Nostalgia
What do people think about when they think about Christmas? I bet most people are like me and hanker after the perfect Christmas from years gone by. They never really existed though, we only remember certain parts of them.
Here in London we run around like headless chickens trying to buy headless turkeys that are just perfect. Oh they must be free range and they must be organic and of course if they can't come direct from the farm they must be from Waitrose. Oh how we scoff at those turkey crowns in Iceland. But does it really matter to anyone but us? No of course not.
Christmas lunch is one meal. We have 3 meals a day 365 days a year. This one has to be perfect but it takes weeks to plan, costs us a fortune and takes us stress, swearing and Champagne to cook it. Then we just eat it, wrap the rest up in foil and eat it later with mayonnaise in front of Doctor Who.
I am one of those people who enjoys the anticipation of things much more than the event. Usually. Sometimes the event outshines the planning. Our latest holiday to Florida was one of those such events but they are rare.
So, how would my perfect Christmas go in my ideal world. Well it has to start on Christmas eve.
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It is late in the evening on Christmas eve. I am lying on the floor wrapping the last of the Christmas presents. I carefully wrap the presents in single coloured metallic paper, adding a contrasting ribbon and bow and of course a gift tag stating the gift is from Santa. I have either the Christmas number one's on TV, a blockbuster fun movie such as Pirates of the Caribbean or am listening to the festive music of Dean Martin.
Our tree is festive and brightly lit and I can trace all the years I have been in this house by looking at the decorations on the tree. I can remember where and when I bought each one. I always try and buy something new every year.
Perhaps I will have a glass of wine and a mince pie. The house is warm and my daughter is sleeping silently upstairs or perhaps just pretending and lying awake listening for the sound of sleigh bells and santa. Her stocking sits at the end of her bed expectantly waiting for small parcels to fill it with the obligatory chocolate coins and tangerine.
Late at night, my and my husband creep upstairs and fill her stocking full to the brim and gently lay it down where we found it. We also leave out a nice stocking for the cats. After all it's their Christmas too. I always feel a bit weird about giving the cats gifts but I think it's nice to buy them the special Sheba turkey flavoured cat food.
In the morning, we are woken up by a jumping girl landing on our bed with her stocking. She opens it in the middle of us both, far too early in the morning. The bed is covered in wrapping paper and happiness. My husband takes photos and I don't even mind that I haven't brushed my hair.
We make our way downstairs where she gasps as she sees the presents underneath the tree, shining brightly in the dark of the morning.
We put on the TV to a soundtrack of early morning Christmas cartoons about reindeer who want to be Santa's next reindeer. We start to open the gifts and the room fills with little piles of stuff. If we having Christmas dinner here then I will start to cook.
The smell of a Christmas turkey in the oven is a lovely smell and I always like to have a glass of Champagne at 11am on Christmas day - just because I can and because it helps de stress me for the work ahead.
I am an organised person and I usually like to do as much prep the day before as I can.
The potatoes have to be perfect as does the turkey and usually I forget the sprouts or something but I have learned to keep lists and work out timings in advance so I don't get flustered.
I love my dining table to look amazing. I love candles everywhere as well as festive napkin holders and real napkins as well as the best china to come out for it's annual appointment.
Crackers pulled, hats worn it is time for the meal to begin with lots of handing of bowls across the table and much appreciation for the chef. We drink more wine and bring in the pudding complete with holly and burning brandy. We cheer it and turn off the lights for it. Once we have eaten it (there is always more than you need because most people don't like it) we drink more and clear away.
I stick on the dishwasher for load one and then we start playing games. I love playing games at Christmas. I don't really care what we play as long as we do something. I am happy with charades, Trivial Pursuit, even kids games. I will play anything. Then there is more drink and perhaps returning to the kitchen for cheese and biscuits.
Later on in the evening after people have either been for a healthy walk, sat drinking the rest of the wine an putting the world to rights, watching the festive movie, being virtuous and clearing up or just having a sneaky nap on the sofa we gather again.
This for me is the way that the turkey tastes best. On your lap cold with some nice bread, some mayonnaise and bits and bobs of left over crunchy bacon or cold chipolata sausages dipped in mustard.
We sit and we enjoy this informal dinner, talking about the Queen's speech or how this year's number one is an X factor offering again and was it really better when the Spice Girl's monopolised the chart.
We go to bed, a little tipsy, very happy with more food in the fridge than we know what to do with.
Unfortunately I hate the next bit. You've been so worked up to this one day that on Boxing Day when the TV has nothing but adverts for the sale of the year at DFS or get ready to stop smoking for New Year.
It's gone - it's done but we're still sitting there going - but it's still Christmas! Our tree is still up, the cards are still there and we still have a fridge full of turkey but it feels like the rest of the world has moved on.
I wish it could be more gradual or that we could make Christmas Day last for a few days at least. I don't think bosses would like their staff taking that much time off work though.
This year I will be happy to see the face of my daughter as she opens her presents, happy to see my family enjoy my fabulous roast potatoes and hopefully to persuade some people to play a board game with me. Perhaps I will hold the pudding hostage until they agree - sounds like a plan to me.
Here in London we run around like headless chickens trying to buy headless turkeys that are just perfect. Oh they must be free range and they must be organic and of course if they can't come direct from the farm they must be from Waitrose. Oh how we scoff at those turkey crowns in Iceland. But does it really matter to anyone but us? No of course not.
Christmas lunch is one meal. We have 3 meals a day 365 days a year. This one has to be perfect but it takes weeks to plan, costs us a fortune and takes us stress, swearing and Champagne to cook it. Then we just eat it, wrap the rest up in foil and eat it later with mayonnaise in front of Doctor Who.
I am one of those people who enjoys the anticipation of things much more than the event. Usually. Sometimes the event outshines the planning. Our latest holiday to Florida was one of those such events but they are rare.
So, how would my perfect Christmas go in my ideal world. Well it has to start on Christmas eve.
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It is late in the evening on Christmas eve. I am lying on the floor wrapping the last of the Christmas presents. I carefully wrap the presents in single coloured metallic paper, adding a contrasting ribbon and bow and of course a gift tag stating the gift is from Santa. I have either the Christmas number one's on TV, a blockbuster fun movie such as Pirates of the Caribbean or am listening to the festive music of Dean Martin.
Our tree is festive and brightly lit and I can trace all the years I have been in this house by looking at the decorations on the tree. I can remember where and when I bought each one. I always try and buy something new every year.
Perhaps I will have a glass of wine and a mince pie. The house is warm and my daughter is sleeping silently upstairs or perhaps just pretending and lying awake listening for the sound of sleigh bells and santa. Her stocking sits at the end of her bed expectantly waiting for small parcels to fill it with the obligatory chocolate coins and tangerine.
Late at night, my and my husband creep upstairs and fill her stocking full to the brim and gently lay it down where we found it. We also leave out a nice stocking for the cats. After all it's their Christmas too. I always feel a bit weird about giving the cats gifts but I think it's nice to buy them the special Sheba turkey flavoured cat food.
In the morning, we are woken up by a jumping girl landing on our bed with her stocking. She opens it in the middle of us both, far too early in the morning. The bed is covered in wrapping paper and happiness. My husband takes photos and I don't even mind that I haven't brushed my hair.
We make our way downstairs where she gasps as she sees the presents underneath the tree, shining brightly in the dark of the morning.
We put on the TV to a soundtrack of early morning Christmas cartoons about reindeer who want to be Santa's next reindeer. We start to open the gifts and the room fills with little piles of stuff. If we having Christmas dinner here then I will start to cook.
The smell of a Christmas turkey in the oven is a lovely smell and I always like to have a glass of Champagne at 11am on Christmas day - just because I can and because it helps de stress me for the work ahead.
I am an organised person and I usually like to do as much prep the day before as I can.
The potatoes have to be perfect as does the turkey and usually I forget the sprouts or something but I have learned to keep lists and work out timings in advance so I don't get flustered.
I love my dining table to look amazing. I love candles everywhere as well as festive napkin holders and real napkins as well as the best china to come out for it's annual appointment.
Crackers pulled, hats worn it is time for the meal to begin with lots of handing of bowls across the table and much appreciation for the chef. We drink more wine and bring in the pudding complete with holly and burning brandy. We cheer it and turn off the lights for it. Once we have eaten it (there is always more than you need because most people don't like it) we drink more and clear away.
I stick on the dishwasher for load one and then we start playing games. I love playing games at Christmas. I don't really care what we play as long as we do something. I am happy with charades, Trivial Pursuit, even kids games. I will play anything. Then there is more drink and perhaps returning to the kitchen for cheese and biscuits.
Later on in the evening after people have either been for a healthy walk, sat drinking the rest of the wine an putting the world to rights, watching the festive movie, being virtuous and clearing up or just having a sneaky nap on the sofa we gather again.
This for me is the way that the turkey tastes best. On your lap cold with some nice bread, some mayonnaise and bits and bobs of left over crunchy bacon or cold chipolata sausages dipped in mustard.
We sit and we enjoy this informal dinner, talking about the Queen's speech or how this year's number one is an X factor offering again and was it really better when the Spice Girl's monopolised the chart.
We go to bed, a little tipsy, very happy with more food in the fridge than we know what to do with.
Unfortunately I hate the next bit. You've been so worked up to this one day that on Boxing Day when the TV has nothing but adverts for the sale of the year at DFS or get ready to stop smoking for New Year.
It's gone - it's done but we're still sitting there going - but it's still Christmas! Our tree is still up, the cards are still there and we still have a fridge full of turkey but it feels like the rest of the world has moved on.
I wish it could be more gradual or that we could make Christmas Day last for a few days at least. I don't think bosses would like their staff taking that much time off work though.
This year I will be happy to see the face of my daughter as she opens her presents, happy to see my family enjoy my fabulous roast potatoes and hopefully to persuade some people to play a board game with me. Perhaps I will hold the pudding hostage until they agree - sounds like a plan to me.
Sunday, 25 November 2012
Zynga games
I have created a second blog to deal with my Farmville 2 current obsession. I also have been in the past addicted to the old Farmville but I got fed up of it after I became a gazillionaire and had more money than I could shake a stick at.
I also play Pioneer Trail (formerly Frontierville) but the missions have recently been coming so thick and fast that I can no longer keep up and feel like it is more of a part time job than something enjoyable.
The OCD part of my personality finds these kind of games very good for dealing with my sorting out compulsions.
I also play Pioneer Trail (formerly Frontierville) but the missions have recently been coming so thick and fast that I can no longer keep up and feel like it is more of a part time job than something enjoyable.
The OCD part of my personality finds these kind of games very good for dealing with my sorting out compulsions.
Saturday, 17 November 2012
Twilight Breaking Dawn Part 2
I came to the Twilight Saga quite late on. I had attempted to watch the first film when it was on TV because I wanted to know what all the fuss was about. I think the fact that I was watching it with my husband didn't help my enjoyment of it because he hated all the talky romantic bits. I found it a little dull I have to admit and I think because it had been hyped up so much by the media, other people I knew and the general teenage population I was expecting something - well, better.
My 9 year old daughter asked in a slightly embarrassed way if she could watch Twilight and I recorded it for her and we watched it together one night after school. She felt like she was now part of an exclusive club at her school - the girls who had seen Twilight. She started talking about it and I realised that it had caught her very young imagination with the idea of perfect love.
One day when she was off school sick, I downloaded the other movies and we watched them back to back via our Apple TV. It made the day go quickly and to my surprise, I started enjoying them. At then end of Breaking Dawn part 1, I made the decision to pre-book tickets for the showing on the Friday night when it came out.
So, we trudged down in the rain to our local Odeon cinema, spent as much on popcorn as we did on tickets (won't gripe here) and went in. We counted 5 men in the cinema and the rest were made up of teenage girls and a few mums like me.
We sat through the ads and trailers and eventually it started to a large round of applause from the audience. The best thing about seeing a film like this in the cinema is the reaction of the audience to what is going on.
When the credits came on at the beginning and Taylor Lautner's name came up - there was a loud cheer of approval from the audience so mainly people seemed to like Jacob over Edward. I have always thought that Jacob was a better bet but what do I know?
Similarly at the point where he strips off in front of Bella's dad there was a fair bit of whooping going on. Other reactions included screaming at the beheadings which seemed to go on for far too long for my daughter's liking. She did not care about the vampires being killed but could not seem to cope with the wolves being killed. All in all it was a pretty amazing film although one review I read said that the first half was a bit like an extended Next advert. When I thought about that I remembered all the beige Ugg style clothing that they seemed to wear.
I also had a problem with the cottage that Bella and Edward were given. They seemed to have a perfect cottage stuffed with everything from books to bedding - I know vampires are supposed to be fast but this seemed to come out of nowhere. They then say that they will all have to leave. So why did they buy them the house in the first place? I don't understand what was going on there - my personal gripe only I think.
I would say that this was a very good movie and we both enjoyed it immensely.
My 9 year old daughter asked in a slightly embarrassed way if she could watch Twilight and I recorded it for her and we watched it together one night after school. She felt like she was now part of an exclusive club at her school - the girls who had seen Twilight. She started talking about it and I realised that it had caught her very young imagination with the idea of perfect love.
One day when she was off school sick, I downloaded the other movies and we watched them back to back via our Apple TV. It made the day go quickly and to my surprise, I started enjoying them. At then end of Breaking Dawn part 1, I made the decision to pre-book tickets for the showing on the Friday night when it came out.
So, we trudged down in the rain to our local Odeon cinema, spent as much on popcorn as we did on tickets (won't gripe here) and went in. We counted 5 men in the cinema and the rest were made up of teenage girls and a few mums like me.
We sat through the ads and trailers and eventually it started to a large round of applause from the audience. The best thing about seeing a film like this in the cinema is the reaction of the audience to what is going on.
When the credits came on at the beginning and Taylor Lautner's name came up - there was a loud cheer of approval from the audience so mainly people seemed to like Jacob over Edward. I have always thought that Jacob was a better bet but what do I know?
Similarly at the point where he strips off in front of Bella's dad there was a fair bit of whooping going on. Other reactions included screaming at the beheadings which seemed to go on for far too long for my daughter's liking. She did not care about the vampires being killed but could not seem to cope with the wolves being killed. All in all it was a pretty amazing film although one review I read said that the first half was a bit like an extended Next advert. When I thought about that I remembered all the beige Ugg style clothing that they seemed to wear.
I also had a problem with the cottage that Bella and Edward were given. They seemed to have a perfect cottage stuffed with everything from books to bedding - I know vampires are supposed to be fast but this seemed to come out of nowhere. They then say that they will all have to leave. So why did they buy them the house in the first place? I don't understand what was going on there - my personal gripe only I think.
I would say that this was a very good movie and we both enjoyed it immensely.
Friday, 16 November 2012
To blog or not to blog
Why is it that when people suggest starting a blog you are full of ideas. The fantastic notion that people might actually read the insane things that are going on in your mind is a wonderful one. The reality is, however that as soon as you start to think of ideas you get blog-fright. This is the same as stage fright when you know all your words and you have rehearsed your lines a thousand times but as soon as you step up onto that stage, all the eyes are upon you and you can't remember a single line.
So, what is the theme of my blog? Well to be honest I am a bit of a dual personality person so I guess it will be a rather eclectic mix of going out in London and staying home and being a mum. Is it possible to be a London It Girl as well as a mother? Yes, of course it is.
My blog will be updated whenever the mood takes me so don't be surprised if I do an onsalught of loads of articles as well as some pictures and then don't do things for a while. I'm a bit like that. When I like something I love it and then I get bored and go onto other things. Very few things hold lasting interest for me. I am very jealous of people with hobbies and passions that they know everything about. I have never been one to have a "specialist subject". I always like the idea of things and try them out for a while and then never return to them. Piano playing was a great example. I bought the keyboard and the books and every night for about 3 months slowly learned to play the piano. Then, when it got too hard for me, I simply quit and never went back to it. This is sort of how my life goes - liking something and then giving it up. I hope I don't give up on this but previous experience has taught me that unless I get something back from it, it will be a short lived thing. I like to think that in a year's time I will come back and look at this article and say how wrong I was. I really like that idea in fact. It's a goal now. I almost typed "goat" now that would have been confusing.
So, what is the theme of my blog? Well to be honest I am a bit of a dual personality person so I guess it will be a rather eclectic mix of going out in London and staying home and being a mum. Is it possible to be a London It Girl as well as a mother? Yes, of course it is.
My blog will be updated whenever the mood takes me so don't be surprised if I do an onsalught of loads of articles as well as some pictures and then don't do things for a while. I'm a bit like that. When I like something I love it and then I get bored and go onto other things. Very few things hold lasting interest for me. I am very jealous of people with hobbies and passions that they know everything about. I have never been one to have a "specialist subject". I always like the idea of things and try them out for a while and then never return to them. Piano playing was a great example. I bought the keyboard and the books and every night for about 3 months slowly learned to play the piano. Then, when it got too hard for me, I simply quit and never went back to it. This is sort of how my life goes - liking something and then giving it up. I hope I don't give up on this but previous experience has taught me that unless I get something back from it, it will be a short lived thing. I like to think that in a year's time I will come back and look at this article and say how wrong I was. I really like that idea in fact. It's a goal now. I almost typed "goat" now that would have been confusing.
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