Build the pack in the gym...

Lose the fat in the kitchen...

Ever heard of that one?

Well, between my toddler-wrangling days and my choice of pre-bedtime suppers, I think I have a six-pack beneath my layer of stomach blubber. But seriously, how can you go to sleep knowing that this is on offer?

Chilled berries in a white chocolate cream sauce in our fancy plastic bowls

Or this...

Pavlova - marshmallowy centre with a crisp meringue shell topped with soft fluffy sweetened whipped cream and a drizzle and dazzle of tangy passionfruit sauce and chilled berries!!! Please take note the TWO mugs and the TWO spoons. I did share this sugared delight with my Dear Husband. We both felt a bit sick after consuming it though. Sugared out!

On a more productive note, it was blankets blankets and blankets this week. Two mini blankets for two delightful little girls.

They are both made of flannel on one side and soft cotton on the other. It was a bit of a rush job so both were machine binded. Not the neatest for me; I'm still trying to perfect the technique. I particularly love the bottom one because I love the prints on both sides. Also one side was an awesome find in my mother's cupboard... European pillow covers, but she doesn't own any European pillows so they became mine for the taking!

On a final note... Little Miss M has started ballet classes. Oh, her enthusiasm is so infectious!! I rushed out and bought her some ballet slippers. I LOVE ballet slippers!!! They look so compact and neat on the feet. I would live in them if only they didn't rip apart on first contact with concrete. I may have to take up ballet to have a "valid" excuse for owning a pair of ballet slippers. What do you think - is one term of lessons long enough to justify buying ballet slippers and then dropping the class but keeping the slippers? Hmm....

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10 on 10

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Monkey See; Monkey Do

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My wardrobe - Limited, Capsuled, Altered, and Zyla'd

My wardrobe A while ago, I had simplified my wardrobe. Jeans, t-shirts, runners. Yep – simplified. And, as “young” mum, I was happy with this. “Young Mum” in her thirties, huh? So, let’s explain something first. For most of my thirties, I think I’ve been stuck in my twenties. Both in my mind and in how I look. What do I mean by this, really? Well, we all know how most twenty-year-olds dress. Body confidence is high (or ignorant!). Happy to be sloppy like a uni student; happy to dress up in a little black dress to party on; happy to don a sexy suit and glasses and face the corporate world. No problems over here. Except my body is no longer as pert as it was in twenties. Imagine that – carrying three babies to full term apparently does that do you! Also, this twenty year old used to think that life was one big role play. Throw on my corporate suit – and bam – I’m the corporat...

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