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Clodember - clo recommendations and reviews
Dear friends and fellow clothes-lovers, Clovember may have ended but my search for flattering and affordable things will never stop ( Read more... ) -
Clovember retrospective 24-30
So despite diligently documenting my clos on my phone, I didn't get around to uploading them until today.
( Clo Belo ) -
On trauma and anxiety
Most people (perhaps even everyone) struggles at some point, in some measure with obsessive &/compulsive thoughts. Ever since early childhood I remember being visited by terrible dreams (pursuit, flight, apocalypse, burning cities, loss) and a vague but persistent sense of of something awful but unseen waiting in the wings, hovering just out of ( Read more... ) -
clovember 10-23 -"Winter Is Coming"
This latest installment of Clovember is brought to you by the fact that for once everyone has gone to bed and fallen asleep without
a) arguing with me
b) petitioning for water/cuddles/philosophical debate/one more cartoon
c) my day and subsequent functioning was much improved by a long afternoon nap
Now for ( Mo' Clo ) -
morning hide and seek
Matei is on the whole not a morning person. The morning (especially a school morning) is an assault on his dignity and human rights; therefore morning is The Enemy and must be resisted with a mix of Violent Struggles and Peaceful Demonstrations ( Read more... ) -
prelude to clovember
Ah, livejournal how I have missed thee ( Read more... ) -
(Mis)adventures in Kefalonia -all is well that ends well, including fires and car crashes.
Our Kefalonian holiday was utterly lovely, though at times more adventurous than anticipated ( on which more in a moment ( Read more... ) -
the history of love
My son was born into stormy times, between two bereavements, at the end of a month of immense financial and social stress. His birth was attended by anxious ghosts from the past- a hovering family anxiety and the ghosts of the lost boys, uncles and great-uncles and my stillborn brothers. We were thrilled and ecstatic at his safe arrival, riding the ( Read more... ) -
Perhaps she meant Danger Mouse
Matei, running around and pretending to shoot webs from his wrists:“ I am Spiderman! I.AM.THE.AMAZING.SPIDERMAN!”
“are you Spiderman?” I ask his sister who is running after him, making theatrical hand flourishes and miscellaneous grand onomatopeic utterances of her own.
“No,” she says, offended. “I am a mouse!”