Do you have a habit you’d love to break? Perhaps your other half does something that drives you up the wall? Lately I’ve been reading a book about the habits of successful people and it got me to thinking about my own habits – good and bad – and wondering about other people’s. I’m a nosy cow and love to find out a bit about folk that not everybody knows so I thought I’d ask around some of my blogging community and find out what they consider to be their habits, for better or worse and see if we have anything in common.
I’ve written about barefoot shoes for children before. Not only that, but the ones I reviewed were by the same brand and bought from the same retailer and, as they’re the same style and only the design is different, there’s not that much new to say. They do, however, feature a gorgeous glittery bird that prompted The Girl to learn a new word: “sparkly” (only with more of a lisp) and garnered a whole heap of admiring compliments from friends, family and strangers alike. That being said I have simply linked you to my previous review and will now blitz you with lots of fab, shiny photos of the shoes and even a little video I put together of them in use.
In the abstract I suppose there’s nothing much wrong with wondering why tampons should not be free. At the moment the crux of the campaign is more to have the ‘luxury’ tax removed from sanitary wear (the tampon tax), so taking that a step further and making them free to all women might seem a strange concept. Especially to a young man who not only doesn’t have to shell out roughly a tenner a month on things to shove up his orifices before binning them, but probably doesn’t have to pay for food, rent or laundry either, since he lives at Hotel des Maman et Papa. (I’m guessing here, but it seems unlikely that someone this ignorant is allowed out on their own, never mind that they’re able to earn a wage sufficient to keep a roof over their head).
Have you seen the Twitter hashtag Not okay (#notokay)? I came across it via a friend’s link on Facebook and clicked through from a mixture of anti-Trump sentiment and prurient curiosity about other womens’ experiences. Yes. I admit it. I was smugly voyeuristic as I read through horrifying account after horrifying account, each of them summed up into a neat 140 characters or fewer, because I was one of the rare, the lucky few, who had never been assaulted.
It’s common knowledge that Pokémon Go is the latest craze to hit the ’yoof’ of today, but did you know it actually has a passionate (and growing) fan base amongst mums too?
To the uninitiated it might look as if a large chunk of the populace has been struck with a sudden inability to navigate around their local area unaided by Google Maps, or perhaps they’re involved in a really intense debate on Snapchat, but the truth is much more likely to be that they’re yet another Pokémon Go player. I won’t bother outlining the premise of the game here, there are plenty (more informed) places for you to read up on such things. I’ve only been playing it 24 hours after all.
It’s all too easy as a mum of small children to get stuck in a sartorial rut, especially when it comes to buying new clothes – let’s face it, anything you buy for your kids will not only be guaranteed to fit them better than anything you buy for yourself, but they will also look cuter and it will probably cost less, too. Having been a mum for over four years now, I’ve well and truly settled into my ‘uniform’ of scruffy jeans, t-shirts and baggy jumpers. They’re practical, hard-wearing and I’m not too gutted when I get noses or (as happened this morning) baked bean juice wiped on them.