When I started this little blog back in September, I said that it represented my promise to myself to cherish the fifty weeks of the year that we're not on holiday and the 364 days of the year that aren't Christmas Day. When you're busy, it's tempting to look ahead to the next big thing. A fancy night out, a weekend away, a summer holiday, Christmas even. It's so easy to write off ordinary days as they can seem relatively unexciting when compared to jetting off somewhere sunny or sitting down to a festive feast. However, it's even easier to find little bits of loveliness in each and every day, and that's what I've been trying really hard to do this week particularly as I've been suffering from a bout of the January blues.
I don't get a great deal of spare time. My littlest is at home with me all day, every day, and he no longer (or rarely) naps, and my eldest goes to pre-school for just two and a half hours a day. They're both at really fun (and very, very chatty) ages but it does sometimes feel like my house is constantly covered in sticky fingerprints (not great for someone who loves things being immaculately clean) and I rarely get a split second to think my own thoughts without being asked for 'more food' or told 'I'll be Batman and you're the baddie ... let's fight'. I wouldn't change it for the world (apart from when a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle is launched, full force, at my head) but I do love the (infrequent) moments when the boys are playing nicely together and I can steal five minutes to finally put the flowers that I bought from the supermarket four hours earlier in a vase or read a couple of pages from a book before I forget what happened in the previous chapter.
So to remind myself that these stolen moments actually do exist (it can be hard to remember them when you're on your tenth load of washing in two days), this week I photographed them.
There was a new pair of shoes. Patent brogues that I love so much that I've even been wearing them around the house with my pyjamas on. I went to Clarks to buy a pair of boots and I left with these beauties. Yep. It was love at first sight. But not for my littlest who had to be bribed with several biscuits to stay in his pram so I could spend a few minutes trying them on and admiring myself in the mirror.
On my bedside table, I have two books and a magazine. This week, I managed to read two whole chapters of Sali Hughes' Pretty Honest and flick through the amazing illustrations in En Brogue (which may have prompted my shoe purchase). You can't win them all so Ideal Home will have to wait for the weekend.
The flowers I mentioned earlier? Well, they may have wilted slightly before I had the chance to put them in a vase but once I had, they looked lovely. Not bad for a £2 bunch from Lidl!
Yesterday, my littlest fell asleep just after we'd dropped my eldest off at pre-school so I had a whole hour (a whole hour!!) to make myself my favourite lunch and sit under a blanket and watch the drizzle outside with a warm cup of tea in my hand.
My ordinary but lovely stolen moments in a very busy (and sleep-deprived) week.