Cold weather always seems to bring the gloomy color palettes out in people’s aesthetic. While black is increasingly becoming my friend, color will always be a part of my wardrobe and it seems to have a community effect. The number of times I’ve been told “it’s nice to see someone cheery in the weather” based purely on the rainbow that’s hugged my body is somewhat depressing.
So this is just a little encouragement. The next time you go to the shops to pic up a jumper, cardigan or lightweight jacket, be brave. You probably have black and tan covered so take a risk on a color you adore! For me it was this Glassons open front trench coat. They don’t seem to have this yellow in stock anymore (go you risk takers!) so maybe the Glassons blue ashes trench?
Kidlet’s first birthday has resulted in each room in our house looking like a toy commercial…if toy commercials included the mess of reality. This is particularly true during bath time which is really an unpaid Boon commercial. We’ve got scrubbles, links and waterbugs, but before you start dialling pest control,these are the names of some of kidlet’s bath toys. That bright orange scrubble squirt toy is his fave, possibly due to the texture of the spots feeling amazing on his teething gums. They are BPA free too so I don’t have to worry about toxic leeching plastics.
My fave are the links because I can’t pretend to sit idly by while I’m actually mix and matching foam marine animals while Thomas is enjoying splashing around. You should see the genetic hybrids I’m creating! Once he gets older, the water bugs will really come into their own but for now, it’s nice to have a child enthusiastic about having a bath. Now to figure out how to get Mr prune fingers out of there.
I shop for Boon in Toys’R’Us and Big W so if you know a kidlet who needs a splash incentive this Christmas, it might just be a brilliant idea.
Style is for all ages and Boon Inc. is proof of that. I am currently in that “blocks under-foot and food getting rubbed on my pants” stage so seeing the functional and pretty Boon products scattered through my home looking chic is a welcome change. It started innocently with a squirt spoon to feed bub his first solids without having them chucked back at my face. Soon I moved to the pulp teething feeder after getting annoyed with cleaning the standard net version.
After that I was out of control. I got my mother’s group onto it and justified the purchase of some lawn to dry my lovely boon products on. It’s become so much easier to find his spoons, bowls and bottles instead of searching between the big plates. The twig helps keep the more fiddly things in place and it’s all surprisingly easy to clean, staying scum free between washes. Last (for now at least) came the bath bubbles. Kidlet wasn’t convinced at first but now he’s almost 1, there a fits of giggles at bath time as he tries to stick them all over the tub and pull them off again.
Among the trucks, bouncy balls and hot wheels cars, there are still shreds of more sophisticated kid design that doesn’t stub the toes. Ahhh!
It’s end of year sale time, I’m officially outnumbered by testosterone in my home, and I’m feeling the shift. Firstly, cricket is constantly on in my home and lets face it, who really needs that? Secondly, my wardrobe selection has significantly decreased. Has there been a cosmic misalignment in the stars and would a greater belief in reading my star signs have given me hindsight? One of life’s many mysteries and no one will ever know.
Looking back at photos, it’s clear that fashion thievery was rife in my family home. Theft is in my DNA.Tell me you wouldn’t see this jacket from Dangerfield and dinosaur tee from Forever 21 hanging in your sister’s closet on a cold day and instantly think to yourself “yoink!” [Note:that is my stealing things sound effect]. Add some gloves, Cotton On jeans, General Pants fanny pack, Disney scarf & beanie = you have yourself a recipe for a girl who has no recollection of her actual age. Perhaps that’s the memory issues from the granny in me acting up. It might double as a handy excuse when I forget to return things to the closets to which they belong.
Clearly I am a firm believer in fashion being fun, inter familial theft, and eyeliner. I’m OK with that and given time, I’m sure my family will come to terms with my (occasional) clothing kleptomania. If only I had the figure for a more androgynous style. My husband might find his wardrobe in serious jeopardy too.