People talk about the ‘bloom’ of pregnancy; the glowing skin, thick luscious hair and strong, pink fingernails. It is my pleasure to confirm that I am currently experiencing all of these benefits as a mother to be. Yet, despite these wonderful positive attributes, despite the addition of some new maternity items to my wardrobe, I still feel like an over sized troglodyte. The only way I seem to be able to placate these feelings is by spending money on accessories. Purses, necklaces, earrings, floaty scarfs; I have become a compulsive accessoriser. The one benefit of spending money on these things is that they’ll always fit.
A good friend was recently bought a post baby makeover by her husband. What a wonderful gift. Off she went on a champagne fuelled styling frenzy, six months post the birth of her daughter with the aim of creating a chic capsule wardrobe. She came away with well fitting jeans (goodbye elasticated waists), a smart casual blazer, stripy Breton tops, and a sense of which items co-ordinated with which and worked well with her newly regained figure. She was full of praise for the experience and how much it had made her feel a little like her old self again. Perhaps when the maternity bras have turned grey and the breast feeding tops have started to sag slightly too much, my dearest will surprise me with the same treatment. *Given he doesn’t read this blog this will require some hinting on my part.*
In the meantime, despite adorning myself with various fripperies, the underlying desire to make myself over is still there. But really, what sane pregnant woman cuts her hair short, especially when she’s had long tresses all her life? So, taking the age old advice, that no hormonally charged, gestating woman should drastically change her barnet, I am staying away from the hairdressers.
Instead, I’ve given my virtual self a makeover. Have you noticed? I do hope you like the new look Mummy Plum. I can’t take the credit myself, there is no way my currently scrambled brain could manage to achieve a look like this. The credit for my lovely makeover lies with the super Liz at Violet Posy Designs. She has been wonderful in holding my hand and managing my indecisiveness this week, and I’m sublimely happy with the end result. Even if the real me doesn’t feel very polished right now, my blog certainly does.
Now all I need to do is insert some matchsticks in my eyes and write some posts.