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Month: March 2014

It’s official. I’ve lost my marbles.

It’s official. I’ve lost my marbles.

So it’s official. I’ve lost my marbles. Please return them if you find them. Or perhaps hold onto them for safe keeping, because I’m sure that I will lose them again. You see, I’ve lost my ability to remember things. Simple things. Mainly where I’ve left things. I’ve always been quite forgetful and have been known to drive home with my wallet on the roof, but today things hit a new low. Twice in one day in fact….

Today whilst we were out and about I…first…lost my keys. We were having a lovely breakfast when, after a stroll through the shops, we returned to our car minus a set of keys. There I was, on the side of the road, unpacking my handbag on the pavement for all the world to see (think of all the things in a woman’s handbag. No make that a pregnant woman’s handbag). I kept thinking about my good friend Anneiliese who always says ‘do a Mum search’. This means taking every single thing out of your bag to ensure that you have not skipped anything. Needless to say the keys weren’t there. Dan went back to the restaurant. No keys. So up we walked to each shop we had visited, and low and behold, I found them in Cotton On Kids. Feeling thankful, but a little embarrassed, we ventured back to the car, and and set off for DFO South Warf to shop for some important renovation items.


After a successful shopping trip and thrilled to find some amazing ‘one day only’ bargains, we purchased our new sofas and pendant lights for our kitchen. Feeling very happy with ourselves, we then set off for the car park. After I paid for the ticket and packed the car, I sat in the passenger seat and searched my handbag for my phone. No phone. No phone anywhere. So again, we pulled over and I did a “Mummy search”. This time in the car park. I checked my bag, the car and the pram. No phone. Dan went back to each shop we had been to. 20 minutes later. No phone. So we set off for home, but when we went to pay, our ticket time had lapsed and we then held up cars in line whilst we had to pay at the terminal. As I sat in my seat trying really hard not to cry, I felt so frustrated and annoyed with myself, and also sorry for my husband who was being so patient and trying to help me.

I knew that if I could get to my computer, I could log into the ingenious app ‘find my phone’ and it could tell me where the phone was. I just needed to access it through a Mac. Dan tried to call my phone all the way home, and even made a spontaneous trip to McDonalds to buy me a junior burger to cheer me up. Yep, he is a keeper.

So when we arrived home, I got out my Mac and did the search. It was at DFO. Dan called it again, and a lovely man answered who told us that Centre Management had it and that all would be fine. There are good people in the world.

The thing is, I wasn’t so upset about the phone, but rather more embarrassed and frustrated at myself for losing it. Again. I recently read this fantastic article by Jennifer Chandler called ‘I had a baby and lost my brain‘. It explains be perfectly. It’s hard to explain, but when you’ve had a baby, let alone pregnant with another one, you really do seem to lose brain cells. Quite ironic really when you need more of them to problem solve and cope with a new realm of challenges each day. There must be Mums everywhere, walking around feeling the same. It’s so hard, especially when I know that in my work, I’m on the ball, make decisions quickly and feel 100% confident in what I do. And then I go out on the weekend, and lose my keys and phone in one day. It honestly feels like I’m losing my mind, and I know that its a combination of lots of things. Business, tiredness, craziness. But I still feel as though it shouldn’t be this way! I should be able to do something as simple as put my keys in my bag!

So if you happen to find my marbles, please let me know. Actually, if you happen to find a set of keys, phone, wallet…heck anything, please hand it in to lost property. They probably belong to some poor Mum who has lost their brain too.



*Image courtesy of some-ecards. 

Friday Finds: Girls’ room Pinspiration

Friday Finds: Girls’ room Pinspiration

This week for Friday Finds, I’m sharing some gorgeous Pinterest ideas for little Girls’ rooms (sorry boys). Given that our renovation is in full swing, I’ve started to think about Ella’s room when we move back in, hopefully in just under three months time. We don’t know the sex of baby Korber no.2, so we’ll be keeping that room pretty neutral. I’m pretty excited however, to give Ella’s room a new face lift to reflect her growing interests and personality. Even though I love, loved her nursery (as seen on Babyology here), her old room will become our new room, and so we have had no choice but to change things up!

Here are some ideas that have got me a little excited..

Designed by Petite Vintage Interiors, Freya and Sibila’s room was featured on Down that Little Lane this week. The light up letters are just to die for…


 This silver sequinned ‘love’ cushion from Max & Me (available from Down that Little Lane) is a must have for Ella’s new ‘big girl’ bed!

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From the Incy Interiros Facebook page, this idea board is just divine…particularly love the cloud hanger


and a little bit more…can’t get enough of the pink chair as a side table, and the ‘isn’t she lovely’ cushion by Empire Lane, also available at Down that Little Lane.


After a few years of pining over these beautiful reading nooks, it is a must do for Ella’s new room..


and finally, Holly’s room, also designed by Petite Vintage Interiors, has to be one of my all time favs. Such a beautiful room, if I were Holly, I would never come out!


So much to get excited about in these designs. All I can say is thank God for Pinterest!

You can follow my ‘Kids’ wonderland’ Pinterest board here.

You can also follow: Petite Vintage Interiors, Down that Little Lane, Max & Me and Incy Interiors.


*All images are linked to their original source

When did the word ‘beautiful’ become ugly?

When did the word ‘beautiful’ become ugly?

I don’t normally write posts about other articles I read, but today I came across a story that really made me think. Today Mamamia posted a story called: ‘If you meet my daughter, please don’t tell her she is ‘beautiful'”.  Written by Mum Ally Grace, this story was indeed written from the heart, and it was a brave message of challenging the world and the way she has chosen to raise her daughter and tackle an issue that is close to many.


If you have not read the article, you really need to. You see Ally has a daughter who is now five years old. From the moment she was a baby, she was challenged by the idea of calling her ‘beautiful’. She felt a real uneasiness by the connotations that this word brings, and the pressure that society puts on girls to indeed ‘be beautiful’. The pink, the princess, the perfect looks. She simply did not want her daughter growing up thinking that in order to be ‘beautiful’, she had to conform to the expectations of modern society. So she decided to challenge this notion and erase the word from their household. She does not want people calling her daughter beautiful. She wants her daughter to flourish, to be who she wants to be, to create a self perception and character that is based on her own understanding of the world. She says:

“If you happen to meet my daughter, feel free to speak to her, be kind to her, converse with her and spark her interest.But please refrain from telling her that she is “beautiful”. We don’t want your judgement.”

After reading it myself, I felt two things: 1. Admiration and 2. Sadness. Firstly, I truly admire her persistence and determination to challenge society and the negative ways in which we mould our girls towards achieving ‘perfection’ based on looks and stereotypes. I hope that I too can help Ella, and my next child (girl or boy), to be who they want to be without the feeling that they need to ‘be’ what others ‘want’ them to be. I hope she follows her interests, dreams and passions no matter what they are. I hope that she dreams big and does not see the world as a barrier towards achieving her dreams. I hope that we can support her through the tough times. Through peer pressure, through teenage hood and through all of the ups and downs that life will bring. I just want her to be happy, and I truly admire Ally for wanting the same for her child, and making a stand agains what society believes girls ‘should’ be in life.

However I also felt an overwhelming sense of sadness. I felt as though somehow she made the word ‘beautiful’ an ugly word. A swear word. A word that should not be used. I completely understand her point of view and the sentiments behind it. However I am sad that she is not tackling the hard task of redefining ‘beautiful’ to ensure that her daughter understands the true meaning of the word.

I want my children to feel beautiful inside and out. I want them to understand that there is so much beauty in the world. In the way we feel, in the way we treat others, in the way we appreciate life. I want them to love beauty in all of its forms. I don’t want them to think that in order to be beautiful, they has to be a princess with perfect hair, skin, makeup and a skinny body. I want them to develop a positive self perception and self confidence. I want them to be persistent and to treat others with empathy and compassion. However I do want them to see beauty in their life, and feel as though they are beautiful. I don’t want it to be a negative, but rather a chance to explore what beauty really means, and how they can develop a beautiful character.

I guess I’m just sad that the word ‘beautiful’ has become an ugly word. There is so much to be thankful for in life, and as a parent I want to help my children understand it’s true definition. I want it to be a positive word in our house and in our lives for many years to come.


*image linked to it’s original source.