Each week there is a blog hop at Kate on Thin Ice. This is an inspiring blog hop for mums who want to either rediscover some of their old groove, or even maybe find a new one. You can read more about it here:
So, what have I done to get my groove back this week?
1. Dressing down (a few sizes!)
This week I set myself the challenge of buying a new swimsuit. Every Monday I take Little Pip for a swimming lesson. For the past year, I have been wearing a maternity swimsuit. There’s no good reason for this, I have just been lazy and for the sake of half an hour a week, I forgave myself this style sin, due to the fact I was immersed in water, and people really couldn’t see much of me! This week I decided, enough was enough. It’s nearly two and a half years since I was pregnant. Time to give up the baggy old bather, garner a little self respect, and suit up into something more respectable, especially as I do actually think *I have a figure to be reasonably proud of. * (Regular readers: that’s the PR piece from last weeks challenge!) So, I set off this week to find a swimsuit. It wasn’t as easy as I thought, but a prolonged session struggling with Lycra in a changing room proved fruitful, and next Monday I think my self-esteem will definitely receive a boost as I enter the pool in my new streamlined cossie.
2. Being neighbourly.
We moved to ‘Faulty Towers’ 10 months ago now, and whilst we have met a few of the neighbours, mostly they keep themselves to themselves. There is one other family on our street with young children. They have a boy the same age as Pip. I have seen the mother on numerous occasions on the road, over the 10 months we’ve lived here, and we've both uttered countless times, ‘Oh, you must come over for a cup of tea.’ But I felt it had got to the point that it was just small talk, after such a long time. So, this week, I saw said mum, and I suddenly found myself, saying, ‘You must come over, THIS week.’ and seeking to determine a firm date. So, last Thursday she came for tea.
Since we moved to Faulty Towers (a complete, dilapidated old dump), I have felt reluctant to have visitors. It’s cold, it’s dark, the heating doesn’t work, the wallpaper is hideous. Right now, it’s not a home for entertaining, and obviously friends who know me well, know I wouldn’t have papered a whole room in bright red wallpaper with vomit coloured flowers, but new visitor’s don’t – so it makes me feel self conscious.
The night before the ‘tea date’ I wished I hadn’t invited her. (Actually, I blamed my participation in this blog hop as the reason why I had invited her!). I started to zoom round tidying up, and cleaning. In the end, my husband firmly told me I should stop, uttering the rather stinging phrase…‘You can’t polish a turd’. A damning indictment of our abode, but slightly true. And he was right, the peeling wallpaper and moth-eaten carpets weren’t going to go away by my tidying incessantly.
As is usually the case with these things, I shouldn’t have worried. The other mother turned out to be very friendly. She insisted politely that her house was in a much worse state than mine (I think she was being nice), and she gave me some helpful tips on trying to hurdle some of the issues I am having with the council planning permission team. I was really pleased I had made the effort to get to know her better. It is nice to know your neighbours, to have someone to say a cheery hello to, to moan about the weather with, to have someone to share a cup of tea with; someone who (almost) shares the same little piece of the world as you.
3. A day out with a friend.
On Wednesday I went shopping with a friend. She was on a mission to complete her ‘back to work’ wardrobe. It was great fun, watching her try lots and lots of smart, gorgeous clothes on, and having a good catch up over coffee. She is very funny and cheerful, and that’s contagious. I felt exhausted after a week of very little sleep, but she really buoyed me up. So much so, I even treated myself to some lovely new brown knee high boots. I think they will go very well with my autumn wardrobe of muted colours.
4. A haircut
Inspired by Rambling Pages last post, I booked a trip to the hairdressers. The last time I had my haircut was July, so I figured it was time to take the barnet into the hairdressers for a tidy up and reshape. It’s amazing what a good blow dry can do, my hair feels silky smooth. I don’t know why I didn’t go earlier, because it looks SO much better.
You can find the linky for the blog hop at the top of this page . There are some great and inspiring stories, and some very supportive, friendly bloggers taking part. Do go and take a look, and if you’re looking for weight loss inspiration, pop over and read about how Glasgow Mummy did it!