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Lazy day

When I saw Mon’s post yesterday I thought that I used to wear lots of Reiss and have hardly worn any for the past year or two.

A coincidence then that when Little Legs picked out what she wanted me to wear to go out for dinner last night she choose a Reiss shirt. This is becoming a worrying trend incidentally. I agreed some weeks ago, mid “you’re not wearing that!” quarrel, that she could choose what I wore if I could choose her clothes. I am under no illusions about who runs things in this casa.
20130525-101828.jpg Reiss shirt, Zara skinnies, Ash Jalouse in stone.

The photo has only confirmed my thoughts on the shirt – mainly that it is supremely unflattering. To the eBay pile it goes.

Today the sun (but not warmth sadly) has finally returned to London. We need some brightness.
20130525-114326.jpg I’m looking forward to a lazy day with my sisters and kids so am being practical in Zara skinnies, Ash hi tops, H&M grey sweatshirt over an old Zara snake print tshirt and snake print scarf.

Enjoy the start of half term.

Family lunch

The last of the birthday celebrations for this weekend. Big family lunch out.


I wore Zara snake print trousers, cream drape front ASOS shirt over the usual Zara vest, Ash Jalouse in stone, Mint Velvet leather jacket, rose gold Mulberry and lots of make up. I’m too old for four days of partying!

When I’m driving in my car

It is pouring with rain, grey and foggy in London but I’ve already put my heavy winter jumpers away (ciao for now Gemmas) and am going to wear lighter clothes no matter what the weather. That’s what scarves and heattech are for.

I am having a driving lesson today. I have been learning to drive for some years on and off. It feels like forever.


Old Topshop Baxters, neon knit from H&M (in store now for £12.99 in loads of colours) over a black Uniqlo heattech, silver Ash Thelmas, Next jacket, M&S snake print scarf.

Derby Day

If you’re from my bit of London and like football, you support one of four teams. Two of them are playing today. WornOut has fans on both sides of the London Derby so I won’t be partisan other than to say my team are the best and are playing in navy and white 😉

Driving lesson then pub with ten members of my family for Sunday lunch and the match. I’m wearing a very relaxed Sunday outfit of old ripped boyfriend jeans from Trafaluc (Zara?), Gap grey sweatshirt, rose Sam Edelman studded Frankies, H&M neon star scarf. Will add grey Raybans and leather jacket to go out.


Feeling the love

Be warned, this is a long one.

I like to think of myself as a calm mum who is quick to laugh. I try to be organised so we can take family life easy and have fun.

Yesterday however, I was not feeling the love. Tuesday night I didn’t get much sleep; La Bambina has a cold and my big girl had earache. I have a streaming cold myself. Still, I had a spring in my step in the morning after a brilliant Parent’s Evening the night before and the promise of pancakes for breakfast (I realise I was a day late – I was sick on the proper day)

Shower first. Is it just me that always thinks I can hear one of my children crying when I shower? Every day I religiously get out to check and of course and all is fine. Expect for yesterday. I could hear something but not my children. Well, not only them. Every burglar and fire alarm in the house (there are many) was going off. Great for my pudding’s earache.

I pulled on pyjamas, carried the girls downstairs, wrapped them in a blanket and put them outside the front door where the ringing was quieter while I tried to stop it. To no avail. I stood outside with them feeling light headed (& wet and cold having leapt out the shower) And then I saw the van with my weekly shopping arrive. Twenty odd plastic bags in the front garden plus me and two cold kids. No pancakes, no morning cuddles, no laughter and sunshine. Instead a stressed mama. And a very loud ringing.

By the time I fixed the alarm (well, an engineer did that later in the day but I did stop them ringing) we were in a tearing hurry. We do not thrive under pressure in the morning. I asked some of my sage WornOut friends if 8:30 was too early for wine. My sister offered rather helpful advice, “a nip of brandy in your coffee is much more refined”. There is nothing unusual at all about ordering a caffè corretto first thing in the morning in Italy. Not so in my local Costa. Anyway, I digress.

Loud noise was a feature of the day. La Bambina loved her music class and I did smile as three other babies tried to grab her rather lovely shoes. She was not impressed and resorted to the fail safe of covering them in slobber to keep other mitts off them. Lovely.

She wore Ruby & Ed magenta slippers.

I wore very old M&S snake print leggings (and shouldn’t have), Cos heavy roll neck A line dress, Mango furry gilet, Cafe’Noir grey boots.

Today I am feeling the love. It is Valentine’s Day after all. Until I had kids I don’t think I’d ever celebrated Valentine’s Day. I quite like it now.

We had heart shaped pancakes with chocolate spread for breakfast and my beautiful girl gave me three poems she’d “written” in English, Italian and French (we don’t speak French) So young and so romantic. The words changed every time she read them to me but they all referred to my provision of chocolate being very loveable.

I’ve spent a long part of the day watching La Bambina chase a plastic flashing noisy rolling toy across the floor. Later I will be cooking a gourmet meal of spaghetti carbonara followed by pannacotta with chocolate sauce for my smallest beloveds (then crab and lobster for us grownups) I am Baby Led Weaning La Bambina and her introduction to spaghetti will be interesting. An important moment for any Italian.

Very old Oasis jeggings I’ve just rediscovered, blue tunic from Zara and black Ash Jalouse. Ha ha – leggings and a tunic, get me!

Hope you’re all feeling, and more importantly getting, the love.