Turns out it is not hayfever I am suffering from after all. Just a good oldfashioned cold. Which I rarely get so I mistook it for hayfever… Aaaanyways… To cheer mysef up today I went to the BikBok sale. And I picked up this lovelyness at 50% discount. I will pair it with my white jeans, black gladiator stilettos (yes – I CAN wear gladiatorstillettoes even if I look after my boy – more about that in a later post) and a black blazer… Or I will pair it With my black leather skirt and cute white ballerinas. Possibly with black skinnyjeans and loafers… Aaaand a new jacket I just recieved from SheInside (will post as soon as feeling not sick anymore) The possibilities are just endless I find. can’t wait to use it in an outfit. Just GOT TO get rid of this boring cold…
Having the worst cold I have ever experienced in my life, and feeling very sorry for myself, it was a big consolation when my sister texted me today saying that SAS had a 1 million cheap tickets sale on, and offered to fix us some tickets to London. So in November we are going on a shoppingtrip to London together. Some proper sistertime just in time for the christmasshopping. If that doesn’t cure my fever I don’t know what will. London here we coooome!!
I had so many plans this week. I was going to take hundreds of fabulous oufitpictures, do baking with my stepdaughter for her class farewellparty in school (she starts ungdomskolen in august) I was going to buy cabinets for my “walk-in closet” come office come nursery (who am I kidding – I am never going to have a walk in closet – I have too many kids and stepkids for that) fix my nails, fix my hair, book an electrician and on top of everyting I was going to be a supermom. But then I got sick. For the first time in 4 years I got an outbreak of hayfever and 38,5 fever (101 in Farenheit for those who wonder). Fortuately I have a super husband and a super son. A son who decided to play nicely by himself in his playpen and not complain more than a couple of times, and then decide to be ridiculusly tired at six fifteen and just wanting to go to bed. And a husband who decided to hop in bed with me and watch house of lies around seven to kerp me company. Can a girlhave it any better.
Today Im going to the doctor tohave a cortisoninjection and hoping my hayfever will bebearable from hereon in 🙂
Sooo… I bought me some new shorts… Not lately though… No no – three months ago. Funny how some clothes seems such a good idea at the time, and then just ends up hanging in the closet. Norway has not been warm enough, and shorts never really practical enough. But I brought them out last weekend. And paired them with my Michael Kors bag that went really well with it. And the new shoes my husband bought me (yes – he buys me shoes that sweetheart – got me a good one here ;-)) that wasn’t exactly sailorstyle, but worked remarkably well anyways. And approximately three minutes after these pictures was taken (by my very talented stepdaughter i might add) I went shopping again… Uuups…
I have probably the tannedest (is that a word?) baby north of Denmark. I am desperately bathing him in factor 50+, leaving him in the shade, preferably fully clothed. He is still more tanned than anyone in our family. Not that this post is a braggingpost to tell everyone about my faboulous boy. Howevver SPF is king. I always wear 30 on my face, much to my husbands shagrant, and start of with 20 on my body. Even though my tan develops a bit slower, it last a lot longer when I lather up plenty. So don’t be silly – wear your SPF and enjoy summer!! 😉
And this time it’s with you… Designer nicknacks is frankly the last thing to be prioritized when you’re a mom on maternityleave. My husband got me a Chanel flap bag as a morninggift when we got married. He could probably not know me any better. But when I saw this picture I really fancied a pink one. I have probably not seen anything cuter in my life. Exept for my little boy that is… (Any selfrespecting mom probably finds their kids to be the cutest evver)
Must remember to start a “pink chanel flap bag fund” in my bankaccount. 🙂
This time last year I was sporting the biggest belly known to mankind. (At least it felt like that) I was waiting for my little boy, and I WAS IMPATIENT!! This year I’m sporting the biggest bags underneath my eyes – but I’m loving every minute of motherhood. I love every stain on my shirt, I love every evening waiting for him to fall a sleep. I love singing to him, I love cuddling in front of Doc McStuffins on Disney Junior. I hum the tunes from the childrens TVshows. I love his little quirks (like shaking his head just before he is about to do something he knows he is not allowed to do)
The jury is still out on the question on wether I want to have more kids – In the meantime I reminisce with this picture from last year, just a couple of weeks before my life was turned upside down… 🙂
There is not very much more to say really. When does Santa start accepting wishlists for 2014?
I would love to say that every morning starts with a healthy meal, sitting by the kitchentable, looking out into the morningsun, reading the latest edition of Vouge. I can assure you – that does NOT happen. Usually the mornings goes a little something like this: Up – change nappy – feed baby – stop baby from throwing things on the floor to wake up our tenants – put baby in playpen whilst leaving him there screaming with fury of having to play by himself for a few minutes whilst mummy goes to the toilet – listen by the door to hear baby succumbing to the fact that he has to entertain himself for a little while – and actually find him to be happy about it – find a banana/biscuit/loaf of bread/something to tie me over for a while – read a book for baby – play a bit with baby – watch Fireman Sam with baby, and pretend it is the most interesting piece of TVproduction I have ever seen – put baby back to bed for his morning nap – rest for two minutes – get dressed – start whatever needs to be done that day.
This morning however – for some odd reason – started with oatmeal porridge (why only make it for baby) and ten whole minutes of Vogue…
Indeed she did. I always used to wear high heels before I got pregnant. But stillettos and a baby, to my mind, doesn’t work very well. I am terrified of falling over and breaking my little boys neck. So I steer clear of most high heels these days, unless I am going somewhere without my boy. Which – frankly speaking – is never… However – wedges works fine. They are easier to balance and gives me that little extra height I so desperately think I need. I have found a way of having my cake AND eat it too. Don’t you just love it when that happens?
On the shoefront, I must say I am looking forward to the boy being a bit older, able to stand and walk by himself, so I can dust off my stillettos again. Until then – wedges are my new friends.
The wedges are from HM, my jeans from Primark, my jacket from SheInside, my sweater from River Island, my bag from Michael Kors and my watch from Daniel Wellington.
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