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 “Alone but not lonely all mushed together in its most beautiful light”, I listen to Bill O Connolly’s wise words while he bravely explores Route 66 on his way to Las Vegas.

Discover the Superdry windcheater for men..

The significant dip in temperatures over the past few weeks has seen us reach for our hats and scarves, slapping on layers of clothing until we’re halfway to resembling something akin to the Michelin man.

Known for being a living fashion icon, legend and then some… Alexa Chung has (without a doubt) made my day or should I say Monday, again.

 Whitney Port’s Collection at Very.com

Masculine at home...I have been going from one dramatic body change to another. As the days of labour and sore stitches gladly is left behind, I found myself at the hospital yet again... 

Much underestimated and little left to be desired: that’s summons up the scrunched piles of 'basics' randomly picked or received over the years. They are usually gathered when I am in desperate need for them, like a white top with a pair of black leggings). I am Otherwise known to shop for stand out, weird looking and possibly way to over-priced garments ‘just because’ and in the spur of the moment sort of thing. It has now proven to take its toll on what I actually can wear...say: when I am grabbing a milk or picking up some vitamins at the pharmacy?

Hi Readers!I have found my legs again, yes… they are officially back in its bony glory (no longer filled with 5 litres of fluid each from a bloated pregnancy) and I am happily returned to ‘my feet and shoes’just as we speak...

I have (strangely) got used to being awake the most odd hours of the day, usually so early or late that it feels like I’m the only human being left in the world (well that and my ‘in deep sleep’ husband next to me and baby of course). At first I found it surprising seeing so many little lit up windows outside. I spot them as I scout over a landscape of villas washing my hands from the bathroom window.

I have had my coffee and I have had my yoghurt, not that any of them felt that exciting today. Instead of slowly sipping on a frothy latte and enjoying a continental croissant it was more a “eat to survive” sort of breakfast in eager to finally finish the living room painting project.

The demolition of the pale blue beach house, or should I say grotty holiday batch (with random pieces of grass growing unsightly and scattered in its white rusty drain pipes) has slowed down to a halt.  For now, the black cables running over its broken walls, working its way up on the tin roof to later end up in a big pile on their sun bleached balcony has been momentarily spared. “It’s going down, yes…soon” I whisper with a grin, just like one of those mean characters in an old James Bond movie.

I have been shying away from buying any garments due to: a certain (and very enormous) weight gain. The expression “eating for two” did literally apply to every inch of my body, every minute of the day for as long as the ‘we both shall live’ or was it 9 months? Either way, "I do" (or did)!

Ever since I mentioned pyjama pants, in all honesty: it was just yesterday. I have been wanting a pair to lounge around in or combine with flip flops for a take away at the Mount.  It feels like I have been wanting a pair ever since I got pregnant...

I am deeply nestled into a “500.000 names for your baby” book while the neighbours are busy whistling to the sound of a rowdy digger. Its demolition date and that pale blue scruffy 1960’s batch are being torn down and replaced for ‘hopefully’ something more pretty then before. 

 Me, the kiwi and our little new addition (my little adorable baby girl) is eagerly watching as mom and dad stain their favourite tanks and snuggled T-shirts and less favoured old leggings and board shorts.  Our living-room celling is turning ghost white after years of less flattering and somewhat depressing smoked yellow. It’s such a refreshing transformation that it got us hooked...

As I gently cross over between a life of: bad hair days (which happen to a bleached blonde a lot!) and shoes I’ve bought that suddenly don’t fit (my Swedish Hasbeen’s and an unfortunate pair of Alexander Wang Oxfords)