Things I’m L💕ving

You may have noticed I’ve had a blogging slump lately. Not because I’ve nothing to blog about. Life has been anything but mundane as of late, it’s been hectic and busy and thus I’ve neglected you gorgeous readers.

So here you have 20 things I’ve been loving in my bloging absence.  And, well, I do like these 20 Things I’m Loving lists of mine- do you know my first one was in November 2013?

💕 Planning a Hen Gathering- the bride to be has been a bit tricky but we think we’ve made a good decision

💕 Weddings

💕 New Dresses

💕 Washing Drying Outside

💕 Re reading previously read books. I recently refinished The a Human Stain and have restarted To Kill A Mocking Bird

💕 Seasonal Cherries 🍒 {but only if they have been purchased by the ultra cool dude selling them on the side of the road}

💕Bi Fold Doors

💕 Photo Walls – we’ve been expanding our hallway’s photos

💕 Al Fresco eating on the patio

💕 Reduced headaches

💕 Launderette {I’ve been without my washing machine  for one whole week, and at the launderette I can read and listen to Taylor Swift #winning

💕 Fruit Salads

💕 Discovering new routes on the dog walk

💕 Weight Loss- not even enough to blog about if I’m honest, but my jeans are ever so slightly looser. Huzzah

💕 Light mornings

💕 And evenings- the days seem so much longer because of this

💕 Sunglasses

💕 Sandals. I’m wanting another pair of Saltwaters

💕 Afternoons in the beer garden

💕 Bike Rides

What is making your heart swell?! 

When they turn into big boys

In a week where the 10 year old got his first phone and walked home from school alone for the first time, and where the teen turned 14 and racked up a £140 phone bill I have been reflecting on my role as a mother.

Woah there. That sounds quite deep.  And really, I’m not that kinda person.


But here’s the thing. Both boys are becoming more and more independent by the day.

I’m surrounded by pregnant women, expecting their first children.  I read my twitter timeline and blogs of parents with younger children, and I remember everything they write about.  The 3am shout outs for Mummy, the early starts, the terrible 2’s, the first tooth/ steps/ day at school. I remember it as though it was only yesterday. Like, how cliche ridden is that?!  And I miss it.

And I know I still play a very important role, perhaps even more important now in this new development stage then back when they were very small and dependent on me for their every need.  It’s just that they don’t see that.

And I know they don’t because I can hear it when they answer me- I can actually hear them raise their eyebrows up because I have called them and interrupted them from their Simpsons marathon. “I think she called you” the eldest son will tell the youngest. “It was definitely your name she shouted out” the youngest boy will answer him. The fact is, I called both of them. For their dinner.

The 10 year old {August born, so he will be 11 this year} starts Secondary school this Septemeber.  He is wanting that independence.  His brother had it earlier.  The eldest had his phone for 6 months by now, and had started to walk home from school with a neighbourhood kid.  The youngest son reminds me of this daily.  But I can’t let go.  I worry I may have kept him too young {that sounds wrong because he is only 10} but he seems younger than his brother at the same age.  And I like it.

I know I can’t walk him to school, come September- I won’t be that type of Mother! But for now, for the next few months, I want him to stay this way.  A 10 year old, who still relies on his Mum for everything!

Does anyone have any advice for letting their second child have more independence?


Mama Style: Casual Dresses

This weekend has been the perfect example of our unpredictable weather.

It’s been warm one moment then humid and raining the next.

Last year I brought a denim tee shirt dress and wore it on those lovely summer days, and those not so hot days.  It wasn’t too clingy and hid my lumpy bits ; )

I’ve been perusing casual dresses, and these are my favourites so far.  In fact I already have Two and Six!


One.             Two.         Three. 

Four.             Five.           Six.  

I shall be teaming these up with sun jellies, saltwaters and converse.  And layering up with cardigans and denim jackets.

What is your preferred casual Summer attire?! 

Procrastinating- Here and Now.



I have always prided myself on being well organised with time, I quoted it at a recent job interview,  but recently the whole concept of time management is something I am getting worse at. Either that or my ‘to do’ list {everyone loves a list, right?} is becoming more complex.

I am rubbish at responding to texts and voice mails, this is nothing new, I have always been really bad at this- sorry friends.  But my response time now is so much slower.

I  have a new job. Eeeekkkk. I start very soon, I am just working my notice in my current role. This was completely unplanned although I had been considering looking for a new job this coming September {when Thing 2 would have settled into secondary school}. I am now worrying about missing out on the final weeks and months of Year 6 with my youngest Son.  As a mother I will never experience this again.

Today I had a day off. And instead of doing boring mundane {but essential} jobs I watched Gossip Girl. I’m now on Season 2.

I have a course to complete. I started off really positive and motivated but recently I have been procrastinating when I should be studying.  I think this is my favourite pass time.  Except I have a course to complete. I have been losing myself on Instagram perusing others’ homes. Oh my. I want white walls. Everywhere. But obviously this would not be practical. Would it?! And anyway I have a course to complete. Thank God the internet wasn’t what it is today during the ’90’s, otherwise I would never had graduated Uni!

But that’s the thing with procrastination. We know we’re doing it, we know we’re losing time and not achieving what we need to do and yet we still keep doing it.

Do you have any tips on how to stop procrastinating? 

Do you want mustard with that?!

There seems to be a lot of mustard around these parts at the moment.  I seem to be seeing it on every turn.  And more recently down the front of Thing 2’s tee shirt, following a BBQ this past weekend.

I’ve seen mustard scarves, mustard cardigans and mustard handbags streaming through my Instagram account.

Here are some of my favourite bags I’ve been perusing.

Just look.


They are screaming Summer, aren’t they?!


1// Michael Kors 2// Zara 3// Top Shop 4// Zara {again #notsorry}

They are all the perfect size for sunscreen and a small umbrella- so that you’re prepared for this very British weather!


Untidy Teens


Via E Cards

Via E Cards

The boys have been off school for the Easter holiday.  It feels like it has lasted 100 days. We still have a few more days to go.  Now, don’t get me wrong. The holidays have been great. I’ve gained approximately 5 stone by eating and drinking copious amounts of crap food and nice wine whilst out and about.

Our neighbour works from home.  I bet he wishes he didn’t. You see the problem with having the boys at home instead of at school is the mess that accompanies them. Who knew the holiday rules that when opening a packet of crisps at least 2 of them have to be dropped on the floor and trod in.  And muddy football boots are allowed to be walked through the house during this school free time. You didn’t know?! I didn’t get the memo either. I found a fork in the teens bedroom the other day, along with 6 mugs.  Why?!  I must ask this question a thousand times a day. And our poor neighbour, he hears me too.

When you have a teen sometimes no matter what you say, they just ain’t listening.  And they just don’t see that god damn mess they’re creating.  And they just don’t wanna tidy.

“I am NOT your slave!” I scream *stamping my foot with my hand on my hip*

“But you are a Mother and you wanted kids” replies the teen.

Attitude, much?! Right here is when I feel the urge to punch him. Really hard. Except I don’t because he’s nearly 6 foot {I’m only 5’3″} and it’s illegal. Obvs.

These teens will do what they want. When they want. No amount of SHOUTING about it encourages the task.

Things I hear myself saying a gajillion times a day

* Bring your cups/ bowls/ cutlery into the kitchen

* Put your cups/ bowls/ cutlery into the dishwasher

* Pick your clothes up off the floor

* Put your rubbish in the bin

* Take ‘said item’ back to your room

It’s stuff that gets left in the wrong place that irks me. Big time. The trod in crisps are not so much a problem, you see we have a dog who appreciates this kind gesture, or at least that’s what the teen calls it. I call it a mess.

And FYI. Our neighbour isn’t responsible for peeing on the toilet seat. He told me so when I saw him on the drive way, after a rather pissy day ; )

Does anyone know how to make a teen boy tidy?!

Our Hallway

My Instagram feed is often full of areas in our home and yet I’ve never blogged about our interior projects that we’ve completed. Our hallway was one of the first rooms we decorated when we moved into our house 5 years ago.  It is the first room, the first part of our home, that visitors see. The hallway had green patterned carpet and it simply had to go. The bannister and spindles also were renewed and the full length stained glass front door was replaced with an oak door. We replaced the carpet up the stairs with a beige coloured one and replaced the floor boards in the hallway, keeping these un carpeted and varnished them. Mr 29 fitted a black cast iron radiator as a feature. We painted the walls olive green and I loved it. It got commented on by everyone who visited but as time went by it was just too dark and needed updating.

We decided just after Christmas we would make over our hallway. As mentioned above a lot of the work was completed previously so it simply just needed to be repainted.  It became a more expensive and messier project than initially anticipated when 1} the paint tin dominoed down the stairs and ruined the carpet we had hoped would last a bit longer and 2} I decided I wanted the light switch moved {from the middle of the wall} above the radiator so that I could have a mirror there instead.


We painted the walls grey to lighten the whole area up.


The light switch was moved from where the middle of the mirror is now.  It was channeled into the wall to its current position and created a houseful of dust.


       We re varnished the floor boards.


The light was replaced from a ‘dated’ 3 pendant ceiling light.  And the photo wall has finally been started. I can’t wait to add to it.


Funky light bulb, non?!

imageWe decided to have a darker carpet on the stairs this time, and opted for this light brown colour. This is also in the upstairs landing.

A hallway is a boring room. We don’t live in a mansion and vey little time is actually spent in here.  It’s effectively a walk thru from room to room.  We are waiting for new bedroom doors to be delivered {1930’s pine 4 panelled doors} and the under stairs will be boxed in shortly.    We wanted a lighter feel and our tastes reflected and I think we achieved this.

When At The School Gates

School runs always feel like a chore to me. That last hour before school pick up, between 2 and 3, just flies by.  I achieve little during this time and arrive at the school gates with a gazillion thoughts in my head.  And then, within minutes, I think the following.


1.  They’re late again. Why is my child never out on time?

2. Crap. I’m going to get a ticket if he doesn’t hurry up. Yeah. It looked like rain so I drove. He’s gonna have to suck it up and miss out on a walking sticker today.

3. B*ll*cks. It actually is raining now and I’ve left washing on the line.

4. Why is my child ALWAYS the last one out?

5. When checking his school bag the museum consent form is still in there.  It was due in yesterday.

6.  He hasn’t swapped his reading book. Again.

7.  He isn’t wearing his coat. Or school jumper.

8. He isn’t carrying his coat or school jumper.

9. He’s walking with that boy I owe a tea date to.  Crapola.  I don’t have any food in.  Please don’t ask for him to come around tonight.

10. There is no food at home. I have an extra child to feed. What are WE going to have for dinner?

11.  We’re going to have to go to the Supermarket.

12. Have I got enough petrol to get there?

13.  Wine. I will buy wine.

What do you think about at school pick up? 

Our home

What makes a house a home?

Our home is a normal 1930’s semi detached house.   You see this type of house in nearly every street in the UK.   Mr 29’s parents moved into this house when he was 10 years old. We brought it on our return from Australia.

Mr 29 was unsettled, I think he had cabin fever when we first moved in. He said he felt as though he still lived at home with his parents.  After a long renovation he is settled again.  We have replaced the front door, the back doors, the windows, knocked walls down and put walls back up.

Nothing is how it was.

Our front door is always open. Despite the signage above it.


An invite is never needed. It simply is a case of ‘rocking up’

A friend dropping something off or a neighbour popping in for a cup of sugar {seriously, who knew this still happens in 2015?!} will often lead to impromptu wine filled evenings.

And I love it.

I love that the neighbours know where the wine glasses are.  I love the friends who make tea when they’re here.  I love that my God Son knows where the treats are kept.

Our children’s dogs are buried in the same garden as Mr 29’s pets.  We have created a heart from solar panel fairy lights as a reminder.

I spend far too much time procrastinating over Instagram and Pinterest but as much I like  white walls I don’t have any in my house.  It seems that our home is always a work in progress- things are constantly changing, being replaced or being moved around.  The hallway has undergone a second make over, we {the royal we- being Mr 29 alone} have repainted the olive green walls to grey and, my, what a difference that makes.

What do you love about your home?! 

Teen boys make me scream. And shout. A lot.

I recently posted this photo on my instagram account.

Please note the caption.


I really do feel, on some days the teen is sucking life out of me.  It is exhausting.  But don’t worry, as tempting as it is, I will not do anything to ruin his perfect incisors and handsome looks.

I open my mouth, and my mother comes out, “You treat this house like a hotel” I say. Mr 29 joins in with “Turn off the lights- this house looks like Blackpool tower”.  But these kids, these boys, this teenager of ours is just so trying.

Cups and glasses get taken into his bedroom and never come down.  Last week I counted 7. I shouted. Mr 29 shouted.  I don’t think he would shout if I didn’t, it doesn’t see to bother him as much as me. The teen brought the cups down and placed them into the kitchen sink. And left them.  So I placed them into the dishwasher.

Today I have taken a pair of track suit bottoms out of the dirty washing basket. They were clean and folded them up and put them into his drawer. Also I removed a tee shirt  that I ironed over the weekend and asked him to hang up in his wardrobe.  He did not wear it and placed it back into dirty laundry, so I hung this up too.

Last night, I screamed for him to take a hoodie back upstairs. It had been placed at the bottom of the stairs on Friday night.  That’s 48 hours people.

This morning I have hidden all the hair gel and the combs. Every school morning they are left in the living room.  EVERY school morning.

 And while I’m at it his toothbrush is ALWAYS abandoned behind the bathroom Taps.



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