It’s been about six months since I started down this Yumbox rabbit hole. Am I getting better at it? That I don’t know, but one thing’s for sure – my stash of bento accessories is very quickly consuming precious real estate in my kitchen cupboard! And it’s ALL WORTH IT.
Don’t adjust your screens, this post is preeeeeetty much all grey and white.
So. My last outfit post was all about being bored of my basics and wanting to up the ante on my daily outfits. I’ve been doing pretty well I think, but suddenly all my outfits are grey, white and denim again. WTF? But wait! It’s not all bad. It didn’t seem economical to ignore all my basics (which let’s be honest, is 98% of my wardrobe), so I thought I’d work on styling them up instead.
So Panu has been bugging me forever to get a new couch. Mainly because the one we have is a cheap one we bought from Fantastic Furniture when we first moved back from London six years ago. It’s getting old and ratty, but we can’t get a new couch. Why? Because toddlers.
Everyone who knows me knows that I have a “mum uniform”. I wear my uniform so frequently I even have the tan lines to prove it. My staple is: denim shorts (or jeans in cooler weather) and a singlet or t-shirt, in varying shades of grey. On my feet I wear either a pair of Converse kicks or Ipanema flip-flops. And hair up.
And that my friends, is the mundanity that is my wardrobe.
Considering we live in Sydney, with some of the most beautiful beaches in the world, we hit the beach waaaaaay less often than I’d like. Well. To be clear, before kids I used to get to the beach at least once every weekend throughout summer. Because back then what did I need? A towel? And these days we need: swim wear, swim nappies, hats, sunscreen, snacks, beach tent – and this is all before we get into the real necessities of a beach day – the scooper, the shovel, the rake, the smaller scooper too, the dump truck, the excavator, the bucket, the other bucket. And God forbid I should forget the watering can.
Going to the beach is now kind of a big production and doesn’t happen nearly as often as I’d like. So if we only get to the beach once this summer, it was the least Sofi and I could do to look ridiculously cute in our matching swimwear.
I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in saying that my life as a mother to young creatures feels like a never ending cycle of packing snacks, making lunches, cooking, cooking again, washing clothes, washing sheets, washing toys, washing butts, feeding, more feeding, cleaning hands, cleaning mouths, cleaning faces, cleaning entire bodies, playing, chasing, walking outside, walking in the house, walking to go get something for the millionth time today, building lego, destroying lego, building lego, bathing, scrubbing, drying them, drying myself, drying the entire bathroom. I crash at night realising I haven’t had a moment to even breathe and then I take half a breath before passing out, ready to do it all again tomorrow.
Not that I’m complaining. I love being a mum. Every once in a while though, I just need to get away from it all. I think we all do.