Top Tips of successful people….

Top Tips of successful people….

If one of the top tips successful people always offer is make their bed in the morning.

My question has to be: How come they aren’t successful enough to pay someone to do it for them? Or if they are that successful why does making their bed matter?
I am currently trying to get into a routine.  HG is one now and I am hoping to get some work to put food on the table until I become a totally famous blogger! I must be nuts. I believe that a family needs routine anyway. But hate to follow one,lifestyle or otherwise. People looked at me strangely when I told them I have two rules that I’d wanted to stick to when Harry was born. I didnt want to co sleep. And I wanted to have a shower everyday. This isn’t a judgement on other mummies who do co sleep or not shower everyday. It’s simply a way I feel I can personally measure how in control. This was to a degree successful. On some days this was a complete and utter WTAF was I thinking co sleepng means i dont have to move and niether does he.

I have read too many a this is why “I am successful at life yeah!” lists. It seems that many successful people also take baths,even in the middle of the day. According to a vintage Harper’s Bazaar article Tom Ford can take up to FOUR baths a day. If you can use this: Tom Ford soap I’d have as many baths as I could fit into a day as well.

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Most times, these people also mention writing in a journal,as some kind of almost free therapist,as they sip their tea. The tea picked by virgin monkeys on the side of a remote mountainside, you know.
I adore this idea, but I have a growing collection of cute coloured Moleskine journals and pretty pens to set my pensive thoughts into. I admire them and occasionally doodle in them whilst sipping a wine that may have come from a box…
These lists go onto explain it is an exercise in self control,explaining  yourself to yourself daily.

Although I am sure most of my profound thoughts have been scribbled on the back of a receipt. On a crowded commuter bus. My intention is always to later, sit on my made-in- the-morning bed after my  decadent second bath and re-scribe my profound observations on society into a crisp paged journal…

Other key points on these laughable lists normally include:

  • Notions of taking the stairs,not taking the lift or escalator,because they can then connect with real people.
  • A daily yoga or gym session and how alive it makes them feel. Nauseatingly followed by some kale concoction and the cool down,stretch don’t forget to mention the obscure playlist they just HAVE to listen to.

I could go on….but I won’t.

So with these ‘tips’ in mind and I simply have no one to make my breakfast.No one to make my bed. Not even anyone to peel my activated almonds,how will I ever succeed with my simple day-to-day goals?!

Easy.

Life is meant for living, not lists or hacks or tips for rich peeps.
Its waking early one morning to the sound of your 88 year old neighbour babble singing Spanish to waking the next, late for your hospital appointment,no time for a bath.

It’s catching yourself in the middle of a fiesta parade. You smile because you forgot the town you drive through everyday,with a population:150. Well they love to celebrate an obscure Saint day like those crazy Americans celebrate Super Bowl. BIIIG.
It’s about a simple pleasure of your favourite candle lit whilst you have a bath with your favourite soap. It’s not about blu tacked lists and made beds,although who can resist a little sheet and matching cushion porn. Surely it’s about what happens in between the sheets that changes lives, I know it has certainly changed mine!

I went on a little journal hunt and look at this little gem.

Love and loquats.

Tiffany

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Dummies,Dummy

Dummies,Dummy

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When you find out officially that you are pregnant in Spain,you get a little gift box from the government. They include some bottle teats,nappy cream,giant tampons. I also received a luxe dummy. It was Blue,as if the universe knew that I was to be blessed with a son. FYI , we didn’t know until he was evacced from the womb ten days late and after two days of coaxing but to no avail. It’s a handsome dummy. According to the box,it is hand finished,how sweet is that? As I was  *A-know-it-all-before-the-baby-arrives-parent ,I’d decided dummy’s were for suckers and only use it if I absolutely had to.

Well within 24 hours,I absolutely had to! Harry didn’t seem and still doesn’t,overly attached to dummies. Saying that… I realised that dummies can be very handy so I went in search of some back up stock to squirrel away. Only to find that they are some kind of rare treasure like batch/type. Not to worry,I thought he’s not a fussy bub,I’ll just try another brand,same kind of teat-hmm,not so keen Harry. So I’ll try another.

And another.

He never really (spat the dummy) over the dummies not being quite right,but just didn’t seem to love them quite as much as that first chupa. That is Spanish for dummy. Dummies are a serious business in Spain. You can have their babies names inscribed,you can have a cute dummy pin,also inscribed. It is tres important for the colour to match the sex of the baby.

I love the dummy pins as an idea but I am already onto the second one. The irony being it’s meant to stop you from losing the dummy! The brand of choice here is Sauvinex:  Suavinex.com

I am als totally in love with the Nuk glow in the dark handle ones for night time. Oh and if you have a little bundle of joy getting toothypegs you must get one of the Nuby mouth guard looking jobbies:

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The gel it comes with was fairly unpalatable so I swapped it for the Spanish chemist standard teething gel. But super handy! Thanks mum.

So tell me the best dummies you have used, and why.

*hahahahaha. A-know-it-all-parent,hahahaha,what was I thinking?!

Love and loquats.

Tiffany

A new New Years resolution 

A new New Years resolution 

I made a new New Years resolution. In February. I want to go without Pepsi or Coke for a whole 28 days.

Well…

Being a new mommy I found I was reaching for fizzy caffeine at lunch,then during Harry’s 6 pm feed,then dinner,then a little one with a splash of rum after dinner,it was kind of getting out of hand.

I’ve had a constant battle with it, I loooove the sugary,fizzy hit and have over the years given it up. Only to take it up again with gusto. 

So it’s been on the list of NY resolutions before and was again on the list this year. A few days into chilly January and I was needing a fizzy kick to get me through the cold baby filled days. 

In the past, I’ve prepared myself,spent a few days lessening my intake,purchasing lots of ginger beer to replace the Coke.

This time…

I went cold turkey. On purpose. 

And today is valentines Day-14 days in,14 days to go and I haven’t touched a drop. Yes, I am still drinking decaffeinated coffee and the occasional grape juice with mineral water but no Pepsi,no Coke.

The 3 day detox headache was killer and now I have a lurgy lurking but I have made some super Asian chicken soup. Ive made it thus far.

Wish me luck for the next 14 days. 

Tell me,what have you successfully given up recently?

Love and loquats.

Tiffany

Happy Birthday to ME!

 

Birthday treats

Its funny, waiting for your birthday all 364 days, then its here and gone.

This year’s birthday will be my second in my new life in Spain. Last year, I found I was pregnant 10 days before my birthday. My husband had decided to be organised and had bought my gifts early.

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Wasn’t I lucky? Hehehe. But not much good to me. I had a miscarriage two months later. This year, on my birthday I am also pregnant and not drinking, so my lovely husband had to get creative!

This is the arrangement of gifts he selected for me from some markets in Germany.

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Presents!

Clockwise from top left: A German tea scoop. The pince Nez glasses. Next, I think it is a pastry press, Mr E thinks it is a lemon squeezer. A little plastic doll,with intense eyes! A beautiful compact mirror and a Bakelite pill box.

He also promised me a bottle of my favourite perfume from Duty free. However when he (finally!) arrived home late on my birthday, he told me that it was all too confusing at Duty free and he would get it next time.Then this was magically on the table after I had opened the other gifts, good job Mr E!

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There is one gift in particular the pince nez with the photograph that I must explain. Mr E and I were good friends for a long time. He came to visit me in the UK and we went to my favourite curiosity shop. Mr E was looking for some false teeth for a sculpture and we found a paper bag full of them. I kept a pair, as a kind of creepy memento of our trip together (it finally went from friends to more-than)

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A few years ago, I got these for another birthday. Mr E purchased these from Ebay (again, organised) He was telling our friends before he gave them to me about these beautiful false nashers, and they thought he was crazy! I love that they actually belonged to the last light house keeper on one of the Orkney Islands in Scotland. That they have a little glimpse of someone’s life in something as everyday and essential as teeth.

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As is tradition, birthdays last at least a week in our house and I had kicked off 6 days before in fantastic style, with a giant package from my mommy. Dresses, shoes, undies, make up and even some gorgeous gifts for the impending arrival.

I then had a great dinner out with a new friend here who happens to share the same date of birthday, delicious!

As for the actual birthday, as I said Mr E arrived very late, we snacked on Franzbroetchen from the city he is currently stationed for art purposes.

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Franzbroetchen, the MOST amazing pastry, and much less healthy than the dinner I had spent most of the day preparing, but birthday worthy nonetheless.

They were gifted to me along with a pen and a beautiful fan, from a German friend who ignited my Franzbroetchen addiction, by having an apartment around the corner from this place!

Thank you to all who made my birthday a great one!

Love and loquats

Lea. xx