Tiger Stripes!

After yesterdays writing, I attended an Ann Summers party, for my sisters birthday. The room was full with women of all ages, sizes, and personalities. We had the prim and proper to down right dirty, the one thing we all had in common though were children! Everyone was looking for lingerie that was sexy, but pushed there boobs the right way and hid stretch marks. Personally, I hate babydoll lingerie, due to my dress size, they give me the figure of an 8 year old boy. Literally hides all my curves, flattens my boobs and takes away all that is woman about me. But yes it hides my stretch marks, but I still feel rubbish so whats the point? I saw a post on facebook a few days ago, it said 'Your body is not ruined, your a goddam tiger who earned her stripes'. I view every single one of my 'tiger stripes' an achievement, and a memory. The first time I felt my unborn baby kick, when they got hiccups, it reminds me of the unstoppable force of love that coursed through my body, and the amazing, beautiful moment of looking at all of my three children, for the first time. Why would I be ashamed of something, that was caused by something so magical? So next time your choosing your sexy undies, remember, your tiger stripes are part of you, and they are nothing to be ashamed of, especially in front of your partner. Now while I think being proud of them is excellent, having a few hanging out of jeans that are too tight, and tops that are too short looks horrific. There is nothing worse than wearing clothing too small for your size, and having bits hanging out everywhere. Wearing clothes that are actually your dress size flatters the figure, whatever shape and size you may be, never ever be tempted to buy a size smaller in the hope that is the size you are, I tried that once after having my first child. The result was an unattractive muffin top, which makes me shudder when I remember it! On the other hand, make sure clothes aren't too big, they will drown out your figure! Oh and before I forget, I managed a slightly fashionable outfit today, a little floral summer dress that pulled in at the waist, with flip flops! The dress was really comfortable, as were the flip flops and actually managed to pull off a 'chic' look. I used very natural make up and hair, so I didn't look overdressed for the occasion. After all, I was only nipping to tesco with the kids! Tomorrow is car boot day, off to sell my old clothes, that I have deemed unsuitable, unfashionable or the wrong size, with the intent of selling them for more clothes money. However, this means getting out of bed extremely early, which means my clothing may be questionable! Time will tell :-)

OOOH!! My first blog!

First Blog!!

Hello and welcome to my first blog! I'm Sammi, mum of 3 adorable little ones. Well, they are when they are asleep, or can't talk because they have a mouthful of food, depends on your view on children really! As a parent I need somewhere to outlet pent up adult conversation, as most of the day is spent discussing why bananas in pyjamas have to wear blue and white pjs, why a six your old boy should be tidying up his own mess, or trying to explain to an 18 month old that  sticking toys in his nose, pulling the cats tail, and eating tubes of toothpaste is not a good idea! Basically this blog should stop me being clinically insane, however I do not guarantee that! We are starting the blog after a run of bad luck, firstly I reversed Gertrude (the car) into a bin, and broke the rear windscreen, then my tv packed in, and then I hit my head on the corner of the car door. They say bad luck runs in three's and I truly am hoping so, as one more glitch and I may be getting myself a special white coat! (By the way, nobody was hurt, other than me when I banged my head!) Oh, and then the tv started working again, after I asked 'someone up there' to give me a money tree, let me win the lottery or just fix it. I'd of rather had the money tree to be fair, but beggars can't be choosers! I'm totally losing track of why I started writing, I wanted to write about the fashion disasters of a mum, how we push our needs to the side to make sure our lovely little ones look like they belong on a catwalk. No longer, I am making a stand, they dribble, spill food, and roll in mud in expensive clothes, and us mums are quickly shoving on whatever is cleaned, and if we are lucky it may be ironed. However, the ironed garments is never a guarantee! So as from tomorrow morning, (too comfy in my hoody now) I will be making an effort, to make sure I am wearing (sort of) fashionable clothing, that (preferably) matches, and that I actually look my age (which is 23 by the way) rather than walking out of the house in an ensemble of clothes that even the lady under the subway would be ashamed of!  Speak soon, Sammi xx