This is me, love I pink, purple and pale blue, cocktails, wine and luxury. I hate rough sports; tolerate football because I love my family. HATE mud, beer and camping. And do you know what? That does not make me a bad person. It makes me, just little old ever so slight fussy me. Ok a lot fussy!
There is so much lately about girls not being encouraged to be girly. No one encouraged me, it was just who I was. I had a bike, and climbed trees like other kids. But was happier at home styling my girls worlds luscious long locks. I was always a hairdresser, it was in my bones. My cousins were quite the opposite to me, they loved rough and tumble and always embraced their inner boy.
I remember the day they butchered their girls’ world hair into an action man crew cut, I literally couldn’t look them in the eye. I still remember that feeling of utter disgust, and they really could not work out why I was so distressed. But how on earth would they ever fit a bow or rollers in that hair now? I was distraught. Yet we were all so close, accepted each other for who we were, what we loved. Although I still haven’t got over their appalling crimes to hair, and maybe never will ha ha.
I was so thrilled when we got 2 gorgeous boys. Not once did I think I needed a girl to balance it out. The boys are feisty brave and mostly healthy. Ok Diabetes is a blooming pain, but it could be worse? They made me push myself, do things I would never consider doing, dare. We haven’t pushed them to be into the sports and hobbies they love. They had a free rein in choosing hobbies and like all kids have had more fads than I care to remember. But here’s the thing, they are well-balanced, happy, mostly hard-working.
Apart from the bedroom-tidying department, which quite honestly could make me weep and wonder if they are distant relatives of Stig of the Dump?
A couple of months ago I was chatting to a friend, I can’t even remember how it cropped up, but shopping for pretty matching underwear came up. We have shopped together many times in lovely lingerie shops, and knew we had similar tastes. But something occurred to me, I had stopped matching my underwear. I remember wracking my brains trying to think exactly when I stopped caring about matching? But I couldn’t think. And then you start to notice at the gym, everybody has pretty matching underwear and I didn’t!
I can’t even describe it, I felt like I had let myself go, why was I no longer shopping for pretty underwear? And then it occurred to me. I mainly shop with the boys who quite frankly would rather stick pins in their eyes than go into a lingerie section.
At some stage I must have give up the fight in favour of convenience. Ok there are worse ways of letting yourself go, but to me the inside is as important about the outside. I dress for me, to make me feel good, no one else. Yet here I was making the outside right, but not treating myself to the pretty things that would me smile. Sometimes having a busy life and kids does that to you doesn’t it? Makes you forget what you love. Being a mum is a wonderful rewarding experience. But here I was in un-matching undies and my kids are wearing Calvin Blooming Klein and Penguin boxers.
So this year one of my new years resolutions was to build a full, varied selection of beautiful matching lingerie. I think this is quite possible the first time I have shared my smalls on my blog, but today I am saying don’t forget what makes you smile, being a mum is wonderful but being you is equally important and part of being me is pretty lingerie. And if that makes me happy then it’s important to embrace that just for me.