Tagged: denim

Mood of the day: 3 Squared Denim

I haven’t done any of these MOTD posts in a while because we swapped rooms with the kids and I de facto lost my ‘photo shoot studio’. Yes, after 3 years of hearing G plead for a bigger bed, we gave in, upgraded them from their cribs and surrendered the master bedroom to G, P and L. The war is done and lost. How do I feel about it?

People have been telling us things like:‘you are such amazing parents’, ‘you are better parents than we are etc.’ And I just smile in silence because the reality is ‘I feel Shit’. I MISS my big room!!!! Every night, I now bump my shin against the AC unit when I stumble out of bed as P wakes me up screaming ‘Pipi PIPI!!!!’ while standing in the dark like a freaking ghost. Every morning, I have to run naked from my bathroom to my new room where my underwear drawer is. I always try to do this very quickly but G often manages to intercept me to pull my belly fat…which just cracks him up to no end. Petit con.

I did keep 1/5 of my old room for my clothing/fashion craft closets (very Carrie Bradshaw with no Manolo Blahniks and more GAP sweatpants) as one of the terms and conditions of the peace agreement. But I eventually caught L playing with my leather hole punch…Not cool. You can pee on me in the middle of the night but MY tools belt is OFF limit.

Anyway, I was saying, I can hardly move in my room without knocking down a dirty laundry basket or bumping into the printer so I thought MOTD posts are O-V-E-R. And then DH said: ‘Why did you stop this? That was kind of cool..’ So here’s a trial. Apologies for the over saturated pics #smallandbrightroom 🙂

Top: battered denim men’s shirt , previously owned by DH

Bottoms: battered GAP jeans

Jacket: fake denim jacket with a handmade scottish plaid bow on a black safety pin; this tiny stupid red thing always makes me happy because I am imagining the spirit of kick ass Dame Westwood watching over me…ha.

Warby Parker sunglasses

PS: I also recently decided to have the collar up every time I wear a men’s shirt or men’s jacket as ‘my thing’/’vague attempt at a signature look’. Awesome or Get A Life woman?

 

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Working mama: Emily

From time to time, when the endless reworking of my resume is getting too depressing I entertain myself with the idea that one day I’ll make money by offering accessories to make women feel strong and fabulous. More realistic goal is to keep creating, I guess. This post found on the blog laptop on the ironing board set an ‘Art in August’ challenge and is inspiring me to produce something creative every 10 days. My first output is this headpiece, started ages ago, made of denim, lace and hand stitched sequins (which is the most maddening activity ever). I purposely stitched sequins at odd angles so that the shimmering is ranging from green, yellow, light and dark pink. It is called Emily, because it reminds me of a romantic and quirky English girlfriend who stubbornly used to make everything (food, bags, Halloween outfits for her kids etc.) from scratch.

Emily HP