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Not a bad idea

Ok so a workshop might not be a bad idea.

Yep I've turned the kitchen into a glitter covered, resin stained, gooey mess but I have to admit the Daisy pendant is gorgeous.

Note to self, actually sell some of these so that I can rent a workshop so that I don't wreck the rest of the house.

Clairebear

Something a little pretty

Well it seems I am actually not that bad at jewellery making, I had expected my first attempts to be a disaster with the end result being "Blue peter gone bad" with bits of glitter stuck to me, the kids, the hubby and the dog.

I'll be setting up an online shop soon enough so you can all see what I have been doing with my time.

Loving having time with the kids, not loving being sick all the time but I'm sure I'll be fighting fit soon enough.

Clairebear

Broken

When I was younger I was given a music box by a really good friend (strangely enough I have no idea where she is now).

It wasn't particularly expensive or fancy but it did cheer me up when I was feeling down, one day I accidentally dropped it, and it was broken.

The top of it was cracked but it still played the music when wound up but not always so the magic was gone. Sometimes things still work even when broken they just lose the magic.

Baby groups

I must say I am immensely proud of the life I lead now, very respectable, husband, son and dog, soon to be member of a parent and baby group. I am not sure what goes on at these groups, what is the protocol, what is considered acceptable conversation pieces (probably best not to mention the gorilla, not until week two anyway). Is there a dress code? Are we judged by the pram we choose, the clothing our babies wear, will we envy the “Mary-Ellen” that is picture perfect, cooks brownies and her little Johnny said “mom”.

Gorilla dating

So you get the general picture, my life is full of odd events, like dating a gorilla or accidentally dating a cousin.

No, its true, I went on a date with a guy I met at a club, who seemed surprisingly normal and nice, we agreed to meet at a local pub. Whilst waiting on him to arrive, I know not playing it cool, I never did master the turning up fashionable late thing, I glance over at what appears to be a hen party and at that point my attention is drawn to a gorilla entering at the bar. Kiss-o-gram, hen party, it all makes sense, until instead of grabbing the bride to be and forcing her to kiss, undress, put baby oil on him or whatever it is these guys do, he actually heads in my direction. I assume there is someone sitting behind me but no he actually kisses me on the cheek, and sits down whilst declaring how hot it gets in the costume.

Yep, its my surprisingly nice and normal date, who works as a kiss-o-gram. Anyway it is amazing how easy it is to forget you are sitting with a gorilla after the better part of a bottle of the house white that is, until, he jumps up, claims to be right back and heads to the other side of the bar where a small birthday party appears to be in full swing, yes my date has just kissed and fondled Sarah, Office Assistant who has just turned 21 and who got to kiss my date. Do you know I cannot remember his name, but I remember Sarah, the 21 year old office assistant.

One hairly leg

Just who is responsible for this 80’s revival? I am willing to tolerate the music, let’s face it, its nice to hear the music that you danced to at the school disco, kissed your first boyfriend to, stood in the corner watching other people dance with their boyfriends to. Now I am not saying I didn’t get asked to dance, well actually I don’t think I did get asked to dance that often, I was a late bloomer, given my tiny chest I was a never-bloomer. My husband often remarks that he should get me under trade descriptions act, the night we met the wonder bra and fillets were in use not to mention the heels, the reality, a 32B chest and 5’2”.

But why oh why won’t anyone teach these kids that the leggings aren’t that attractive, the ra-ra skirts, I mean honestly why would anyone think that that was a good idea. Do people still have mirrors?

So I am half dressed, in non eighties inspired clothes, and half shaved, yep only one leg done and tiny monster wants fed. How do the yummy mummys do it – I guess they don’t really, they have a highly trained team of professionals that beautify them and their babies, and just as they are leaving the house to face the world they are handed their designer babies in their designer prams, who never cry, don’t get food all over their face and are just too perfect.

My husband and dog got me gift vouchers for a massage and facial for Christmas, I look like I have a young child, I have that look. Now normally I don’t get stressed by a pampering session, but I am lying on the table, in just my panties, in a darkened room it is at this point I remember my one shaved leg. Would I have time to wax the other leg before the petite, prefect beautician returns? But no it has to be one shaved leg as the door creaks open, there are no words! “you are very tense” no kidding!