What we read... in November

We've had a few slight changed to our bedtime routine this month. Now that Ollie doesn't need to e fed or cuddled to sleep we have a bit more time for stories and so we've been reading loads! Ollie's preference is still for books about trains, cars and trucks but a few old favourites have cropped up once again.

I'm a huge fan of all things Julia Donaldson so we always have a few of those on the go but it's been nice to read 'My Dad' again after it was lost amongst some toys in the living room. I also suspect that I'm a bigger fan of Belle and Boo than Lily is, the stories are just so sweet!

Christmas Style Favourites

I'm not particularly stylish at any point in the year but I do tend to have more luck in winter where my tendency to wear black and need to cover up any wobbly bits are a little more forgivable. This is pretty good up until Christmas when you're expected to make a bit more of an effort!

So, if I'm not stylish and find clothes shopping so stressful, why I am I writing a post about my Christmas favourites?

Because, if you're anything like me (there must be someone out there), then you'll probably welcome some stylish ideas for festive fashion that's a little more realistic than what you find in most magazines and adverts.

Red Velvet Bardot Top - Evans
Remember all the gorgeous bardot tops available earlier this year? I'm glad they're still hanging around and particularly like this one from Evans.

My kids deserve better

Mum guilt is pretty crap. As someone who always over-thinks things, I often feel like the guilt is there no matter which way I turn and I know I'm not the only one. I never realised before having a baby that you could feel guilty for cuddling your baby too much (WTF?).

And yet, Mum guilt and over-exaggeration aside, I honestly believe that my kids deserve better than having me as their Mummy.

Hear me out. My children, all children, are amazing.

Our Mind Crafternoon

All last week I did my very best to bore you silly with updates about the Mind Crafternoon I was planning and hosting on Saturday.

It was much easier to organise than I thought at the outset. I'd originally thought to host the event at home but early interest from attendees made it clear that it my dining room would just not be big enough so a friend kindly booked a room at The Hub, a church-run community/conference centre in town. It meant that our 'Crafternoon' became more of a 'Crafter-evening' but also meant that we could invite more people to come along.

From that point, it was a matter of advertising the event to friends, researching the craft activities and purchasing supplies and refreshments. I did send a crazy amount of emails to local businesses, large superstores and town centre cafes asking for sponsorship or donations for a raffle and wasn't successful. I think that this might be down to timing as a lot of businesses are already rushed off their feet at this time of year. I prefer to think that than assume they were all just really tight...

Upcycled Bead Ornaments

All this week I have been working towards hosting a Christmas Crafternoon in aid of the charity Mind, I've shared some papercraft ideas for making both baubles and hearts and have been busy picking up final supplies, mince pies, chocolates and mulled wine. It hasn't been a great week, with lots of things going on in the background but planning this event has really given me something to look forward to.

This last craft eluded me at the beginning of the week as I didn't have the right tools - it really does help if you have some pliers when working with the memory wire! However, now I've had time to experiment I've found that I've really enjoyed this one.

PND and Me

Let's be honest, I have postnatal depression.

For me (because everyone's experience is different), postnatal depression:
doesn't mean that I do not love my kids
doesn't mean that I did not bond with them
doesn't mean that I want to harm them

It doesn't usually mean that I want to harm myself.

It doesn't mean that I am a bad mum, no matter how many times I tell myself that I am.

It doesn't mean that I'm not happy sometimes. My kids bring me so much joy I can't explain that love and happiness that washes over me.

For me (because everyone's experience is different), postnatal depression:
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