Wednesday, December 9, 2015

VISITING A CHRISTMAS MARKET: THE MAKE-UP EDIT


There is just something about Christmas time in Germany; with plenty of opportunities to snack on a delicious array of biscuits, Stollen and grilled goodies, while sipping on steaming hot Gluehwein (mulled to you and me). I just love that feeling the cities have, when the golden Christmas lights are on, the markets are lined with fir trees, and the waft of gently bubbling Crimbo spices tickle the nostrils. Within the first week of December, I have already been to two! An organised blogger would have taken lots of twinkling pictures, but all I managed were a few selfies with friends (who wouldn't appreciate making their blog debut), so there we are, you will just have to imagine the maze of wooden huts that twist around Mannheim's largest landmark, the water tower, before I get down to business and let you into my go-to make-up look for a good ol' Christmas market.

Saturday, December 5, 2015

DEAR SANTA: A NEW MAMA'S CHRISTMAS WISHES FOR 2015


I have loved Christmas since I could understand what it was, and still love the spirit and festivity, right down to all of the naff songs that are repeated in every shop and on every radio station. Just before Christmas last year, we were in New York, and I couldn't have been happier wandering through the Christmas markets, and looking at the festive glitz and glamour. On Christmas Day you will find me dressed from head to toe in Christmas clothing, drinking out of my 'I love Christmas' mug, while ripping open my stocking presents. Yes. I still insist on a stocking. But this year there has been a big shift.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

WE ALL SCREAM FOR 'ME' TIME - 5 VERY QUICK WAYS TO TAKE A TIME OUT


It might not be the most popular or easiest thing to admit, but when my daughter was born, it felt like I had been run over by a herd of rampaging cows, followed by a fleet of steamrollers. I am not talking about the exhaustion that comes from being woken up every two hours to breast feed, or even the aftershocks of the birth itself. Rather, that feeling of having lost every part of your previous identity, your freedom to wash at a relaxed pace, go to the toilet, pop to the corner shop, share the responsibility of feeding and nourishing a new life. I expected my life to change. I felt the 'rush' of unwavering love. But I also sat up for hours on end, unable to sleep, as whenever I managed to close my eyes, my bundle of joy would wake up and it would all start again.

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