At least the world’s eyes weren’t on me! At our friends’ wedding, six weeks after giving birth
There’s very little to feel sorry for, when it comes to the life of the Duchess of Cambridge.
She married an actual Prince. She has designers falling over themselves to dress her. Has great hair. And access to A LOT of diamonds. Two super cute kids. People whose job it is to make sure her life runs smoothly.
A few weeks after giving birth to her third child, she will be going to her brother-in-law’s wedding.
And pretty much the whole world will be watching.
Six weeks after I gave birth to Sonny Jim, one of my husband’s best mates got married. It was a humanist ceremony. In a field. With the reception in a big tipi.
It was a brilliant day, but I was still in somewhat of a new mum haze. I was still expressing. I was still a bit sore. I still – obviously – had a mummy tummy going on. And was still feeling a bit emotional. Continue reading
My perfect post-pregnancy outfit
When one of your husband’s best friends is getting married just seven weeks after you’ve given birth, figuring out what to wear is something of a challenge.
It’s not like it’s worth buying something while you’re still pregnant because, let’s face it, you’ve got no idea what your post-baby figure is going to look like. And yes, you’ve got loads of nice frocks in your closet, but who wants the spectre of your pre-pregnancy size eight clothes looming that large that soon after a little person has vacated your being. Why put yourself in that I-can’t-get-it-over-my-bum-let-alone-zip-it-up hell any sooner than you need to? Which leaves you shopping for something new. With a newborn. And your baby belly still very much in evidence. Which is *not* the kind of thing shopping trip dreams are made of. Continue reading
On my wedding day it snowed. A lot. Thankfully my blue suede custom-made, vintage-style shoes (by Emmy) were saved by my mum’s quick thinking and a pair of pink Wellington boots.
For years those boots languished in our shed. They were my wedding wellies, so I didn’t want to wear them all the time. But I didn’t know quite what to do with them.
My wedding day wellies in their new incarnation as pansy planters