The BEST Cushion! (Project 366 – Day 19)

Here’s another picture in the I’m-crap-at-remembering-to-take-photos-so-here’s-a-bit-of-my-house series. 

  
How amazing is this cushion?! A very good friend gave me it to commemorate our long time mutual love of Notorious BIG. She’s the best!

Chintzy Dresser (Project 366 – Day 18)

Yet again I have failed to take a photo of anything interesting and I simply can’t subject you to further photos of my offspring. So here’s a bit of my house instead:  


This is the dresser in my kitchen, painted with my own fair hands.

Although I tend to prefer modern, cleaner looking decor these days I do still like the odd bit of chintz. My house is over 100 years old and has lots of character, so I think it can pull it off. And you can’t beat a bit of Emma Bridgewater can you?!

Tax Hell (Project 366 – Day 15)

I’m pretty sure I’m one of the most disorganised people on the planet. I seem to function best when I’m in a last-minute panic and “the fear” has set in. “The fear” being the terrifying prospect that I’m going to miss the deadline/bus/wedding. All of my best uni assignments were done at the very last minute and any exam revision I did was done the night before. My method works, I get decent results. But it’s bloody stressful. 

Which brings me to today’s photo, which in itself is stressful to even look at: 

  
My husband owns a shop and I do pretty much all of the admin stuff, including the tedious tax return. In true Me style I’ve left it until the last minute, which means I’m now spending every free minute trying to get it done before the looming deadline.

It’s quite handy in a way though because the deadline is just before my birthday, which usually means my husband is so relieved I’ve done it on time that I get a decent present. Win! Told you my method yields decent results 😁.

Coffee Stop (Project 366 – Day 14)

This weather is the pits! Is there really any need for wind and rain AND snow all at once?! It’s so tempting to just hide away indoors but Omar’s like a puppy and needs regular exercise. So just go get out of the house we went for a walk today to our local High Street. Bad decision. Not only was the wind stinging our faces but my hair turned into a massive frizzy Afro and threatened to team up with Omar’s Afro to create some sort of super-Afro frizz bomb. 

Anyway, the only one who didn’t get wet was Zaki, who was all cosied up in his pram snulgy and smugly pleased with himself, I’m sure. 

  

We stopped off in a coffee shop to regroup and allow mine and Omar’s hair to calm the hell down before making the perilous 10 minute journey home. 

Apart from the dreaded soft play has anyone got any ideas for winter activities for toddlers? I’m really not a fan of mud though. 

Instafame! (Project 366 – Day 10)

Ugh I am massively failing at this. It’s 10.59pm, I’m in bed and have just realised I haven’t taken any photos today. 

I’m not giving up though so here’s a screenshot instead. Pretty pleased that Tobias & the Bear used one of my photos on their Instagram feed! And how cute are these outfits that my sister bought for the boys?!

  
If you’re on Instagram come say hi! I’m @mamaaintraisinnofools on there 😊. 

Resorting to a Selfie (Project 366 – Day 9)

Ok I know I promised less boring photos that aren’t just last minute snaps of the kids but to be honest I haven’t done much today. I went shopping in town but unless you want to see chavs and ne’erdowells there isn’t anything remotely worth photographing there. 

So here’s me and my smallest having a mirror selfie:

 

That’s all I’ve got for today folks, sorry! Project 366 is really showing my life up to be honest!

Nail Fail

Pre-children I used to have my nails done every 2 weeks and yesterday, as I was walking past the nail salon with an hour to spare, I decided I’d have them done for old times sake and to cheer myself up after a crappy few days. 

Unfortunately there was a misunderstanding between myself and the lovely Vietnamese nail technician, who seemed to be filing my nails into some sort of arrow shape?! Was this just a new method of filing? Would the end result be ok? No. No it wouldn’t. Stiletto nails! She was giving me stiletto nails! 

The offending nails themselves
 
Being terribly British I couldn’t bring myself to tell her until she was onto the third nail. She was mortified and offered to take them off and start again but I didn’t have time and told her it’d be fine and to carry on. It’s not really fine. 

It’s not really fine because I’m now basically unable to cope with life. Not only are these nails essentially pincers, they also have some serious camber on them! Here is a little taster of what I cannot do with these godforsaken nails:

  • Send a text that makes any kind of sense
  • Use the self service checkout in Tesco
  • Open the back of Mr Potato Head to retrieve his spectacles at the request of my toddler (thus resulting in said toddler having a nervous breakdown)
  • Take just one baby wipe out of the packet (taking at least ten out at once is achievable, however)
  • Pick up a pound off the floor after dropping it (resulting in walking away from the pound and being disproportionately sad about it for the rest of the day)

As you can see, it’s a pretty sorry state of affairs. Plus the pincer-nails make my already sausage fingers look positively Cumberlandish. On the plus side, I imagine these pincer-nails can be used in lieu of a hot drinks stirrer or a screwdriver. Always handy things to have at your fingertips.

    
Moral of the story: never feel shy to tell the Vietnamese nail technician that you didn’t ask for pincer-nails today.