Yesterday, I cleaned out the top shelf in the clothes cupboard and what did I find? My handbag collection. The amalgamation of chintzy, quirky and colourful bags that were once my pride and joy. How were they? Sad, dusty and confused! What had happened? My life had changed. No longer have I the time -or indeed the courage- to leave the house with a new bag. Two little girls under two have replaced these treasures. Don’t get me wrong. They are worth a million bags! However, those dusty remnants of the past made me sad. These days, although they are the wonder years, have more than momentary times of frustration and fear. Yes, I admit it. I long for dressing up, coffee shops and lazy days. I know they will return. I also feel selfish admitting it. My little girls are so beautiful. Yet, there are days I feel like a lost nomad. Chest infections, shallow hips, reflux and the unknown all play their part in bringing on the dark moods. So I need to take action. This blog is a plan. A place where I can wander, chat and think. For the moment.Just while the creche run, Peppa Pig and nappies are my lord and master. For a little while, whenever I can, I will become Fancy Paper and delve into an indulgent world where I can find the person inside the Mammy!
Come join the journey! It is not all doom and gloom as laughs are part of my excerise in happiness.