Friday, 18 October 2019

what blocks our dreams and goals?

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I'm joining in with Fiona Ferris from Howtobechic. She is doing an end of year project, which for Fiona is decluttering and organising her life and home. We are on to week two. (I actually am a week behind on this blog).

Fiona suggests two steps to start with: 

  • decide what your project is
  • and what is getting in the way of your desired vision

Often we are not even clear of what we want to do, let about think about what is stopping or hindering us. I am no different.

Fiona is doing this, in connection with having the home and life that she desires. Which she already has, but it's the functional living details which she says are in need of tidying up. You know, clearing out and tidying rooms, things we would like to do around the house, hobbies, clothes - the list can be endless really.

So what are our dreams and goals?

Sometimes, in fact many times, in my life, what I wanted wasn't a priority. These times happen. And, for me, it would be an unrewarding life if it was only about moi. One of the reasons I like to join in with Fiona is that in her own life, it's not just all about her either.


But, I do have hopes, dreams, and goals. It's coming to mid-October now, and my main focus for the rest of the year, is on:
  • studying and doing my te reo Maori course. Only eight more weeks to go (panic!) Two more oral tests. Lots of singing. Loudly. More language structure. There have been so many obstacles for me to do deal with during the time that I have been studying, but I still managed to keep on going.
Being quietly determined is what I am like. I might get a bit "down", insecure, but I will and do, keep on going. When I had just started my classes, I turned up one morning in tears from some bullying which I had been receiving. Not from the classes, from elsewhere. My teacher told me  "never let anyone stop you from what you are doing." I took this advice on board, and just kept turning up, trying hard. And I'm going back next year for the next two levels at night classes.
  • I do have a couple of "secret" projects that I am working on. I have found that often it's best not to announce my intentions. Hopefully when my classes are finished for this year, I can work even more on these
  • I'm working more on my blogs. Making new connections. On my other blog I'm going through some old yoga scriptures and translating them in a very user friendly practical way. And hopefully dispelling some myths. It seems to be a rite of passage for older yoga teachers to do this
  • I'm working on my weight, fitness, health, and such. Making quiet adjustments to my lifestyle. I think that this will take a while. I was going full steam ahead at the beginning of 2018, and I'm still not happy at the obstacles which later blocked this. 
  • I don't need to work on my healing business, as people contact me from goodness-knows-where for my services.  This didn't happen when I was living in a situation where I could not have regular clients. Which was quite difficult financially, (this is an understatement!) and very frustrating. But now that I am in my new abode, it's 100% full steam ahead
So, that's me. 

what is getting in the way of the desired vision/s?

(aside from moi-self, that is!)

The current "blocks" for me with te reo Maori, my projects, and blogs, are all, at the moment, to do with: 
  • time. At the moment, my life is finding it hard to fit into the hours available. 
  • and organisation. I am that person who needs visual reminders, and structure. Without these two, I am "all over the place". So I need to, you know, get up at such and such a time, eat at this time, sleep at this time. I know that this can be boring for many people, but it does enable me to Get Things Done.  
How I intend to  deal with these is:
  • have a couple of fixed days and nights for healing appointments
  • I've been getting up early to study, as this seems to be the best time for me to learn. I have whatever I am studying out on my desk-table before I go to bed. So that as I walk past and see it all, I have a big reminder. Then I quickly "see" myself doing it. I end up doing it pronto, and it sets me up for class that day
  • followed by some exercise. I'm not really doing enough so I shall just wait till the end of my course, this year, to add more. I'll have more time, then
  • I have been organising myself on the food front, so that I have the foods that suit moi, at home, to keep me healthy. And (mostly) I've cut at sugar. But, at regular times, I can still hear the siren song of that annoying sugar, calling me, seducing me. Mostly I have been able to resist. I'm also having as many meals as possible at home
  • I've moved my writing time to later in the day, and evenings, as it all flows better for me at this time. I found that early morning writing was using up my mental work time, and it was then too hard to switch to te reo in class each morning. And it seems that we are more creative when our mental energy is down, which for me is afternoons. When I put away my te reo study books (into my giant "school" bag), after morning study, I simultaneously put my computer on my desk right where I can't miss seeing it. My desk is small, antique, has a wooden intricate inlay on it's top surface. I love it. A gift from a friend (thanks Jenny)
So, is this a good time for you to look at
  • decluttering and organising?
  • your dreams, goals? I think that dreams and goals do fit into decluttering and organising. In fact, I can't even start anything until I've "cleared the decks"
  • what is stopping your goals, organisation, decluttering, whatever?
Sometimes we just need to put a wee bit of thought into these things. Clarify them. 















Friday, 11 October 2019

The Great Declutter and Reorganise

                 This is me

A few years ago, I was moving house. I was so overwhelmed. So, each afternoon, I'd sit in a worried stupor in front of tv, feeling immobilised, unable to sort, clear and pack. And I kid you not, there was always a hoarder programme on! Talk about getting to me. I'd move really fast afterwards, biffing, packing and cleaning. It was bizarre. I didn't have much, but had been there seven years and a daughter had lived there too for three years, so we had a few more belongings than we needed (to be polite). It was a turning point in my decluttering habits, as, even though I hadn't accrued much, I wasn't clearing out often enough.

my new moi programme

I have joined in on fellow kiwi blogger Fiona Ferris of howtobechic.com, her end of year project of getting everything in her life, including herself, decluttered and organised. To put it briefly.

I love Fiona's blog and joined in with her, a couple of years ago, for a month of Being Chic, which I really enjoyed. It was fun, and made me realise how I'd like to externally express myself, with clothes and also, my home.

But now it's The Great Sort Out. And don't ask me why I decided to start this on birthday week and celebrations. Only Christmas could have been a worse time.  Things have come into my sparsely decorated abode: skin care, make-up, lotions, a vintage spice shelf thingey, a book, and an antique washstand (which I am in love with) and large painting are soon to arrive. Not to mention second hand books and library books.

It's like, I made The Big Sort Out decision, and all of this Stuff poured into my home. Lucky me, actually, it's all lovely gifts.

I am very visual, and decluttering has to be a way of life for me, as mess disturbs me visually. And I find it invasive when there are too many belongings which are taking up all of the room available. Because I am more introverted, I am very aware of my need for space, as in not filling up walls, surfaces, and floors, with belongings. And stuff everywhere is also visual distracting, to me.  I can't write nor study in such a scenario. I know that everyone is not this way, but I am. 

Trust me, if you've decluttered fairly often, as a matter of course, and then suddenly have to move house, it's w-a-y easier, than if one has been hunter-gathering "stuff", without also biffing. 

so, how do we get started?

first, declutter

  • Clear the decks. 
  • Tidy up before I start. Well, I don't have too many belongings, including dishes, so that's the easy part. In other words, tidy the home. It's the pits trying to sort out things when there is mess everywhere.

Sorting out belongings can be stressful. It's not just the useless stuff that we are going through, and then (hopefully) throwing away; it's also deciding what memories to keep. 
  • So maybe, it's first and foremost: make it as easy as you can. 
  • And, another of my own hints is: don't do everything all at once. It's just too overwhelming. Why not just do it more often?

it helps to declutter, often

I've done this for quite a few years now, mainly because of the reasons I gave (and the house moving episode). And I get "down" when everything is crowded. So, I automatically do my decluttering regularly. It really takes the pressure off, and becomes effortless. 

My main area of gathering is with second hand books. Those I love, I keep, but I also "pass on" any that I have no real "need" for (hehe, there is no "need" with me, I just keep those I love), go back to the op-shop.

But how do we declutter often, or even on an ongoing basis? Easily? My friend Trish, has such a clean and tidy home. I get a tad envious as it all looks so elegant. Her advice, which actually is very old-fashioned, but still totally relevant, is:

  • leave a room as you find it. I am assuming that the room was clean and tidy to begin with.
  • tidy up as you go. This is as simple as:

  • cleaning and putting away as you cook
  • doing dishes after a meal
  • making your bed early in the day
  • putting clothes in the laundry basket as you take them off
  • keeping on top of washing. Everyday, if necessary
  • giving the bathroom and toilet a quick wipe each day

All easy chores, which help to make our homes lovely and welcoming. If we do these quickly, moving a bit faster, it can become a habit. Then, when some more thorough cleaning is needed, it's easier, because the basics are always done. And, I find that it's just a nicer way to live. 

I can get a bit untidy when it's just me, so I make myself keep on top of things. Sometimes all of these  quick daily chores don't happen, but as no life is perfect, I'm okay with this. I also like to "air" the house, by opening doors and windows, which of course makes everything smell nice, too. 

the op-shops and moi

I always have a shopping bag for books and clothes to take to the op-shop, which now lives in my hall cupboard. Honestly, just this one habit makes decluttering so easy. As I move about my daily life, I just pop any belongings that I no longer need, into that bag. 

And when I go through my two clothes storage boxes at the beginning of each season, as I take clothes out and also as I'm storing clothes from the season just past, I always, absolutely always, have a wee biff out then, as well. 

My best clothes biff-outs have been joyous occasions, for they have happened when I've been gifted some nice (pre-loved) clothes.

None of my hints are rocket science. Do you have a system for dealing with belongings? I love hearing other people's ideas, and (ahem) "borrowing" them.










Friday, 4 October 2019

The Chic Files

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I had stopped being "chic"

What with study, racing through the hills back and forth, packing, unpacking, moving, then repeating this, re-establishing my business (as a healer), worrying about my weight, somehow or other being a wee bit chic seems to have, well, disappeared. (loud sob of anguish)

I like to look nice. I'm no great beauty but I do feel better about myself when I "scrub up" a bit. The days of overdoing that, are, of course, gone, in my wee corner of the world (my moi-iverse). I have a casual and busy life, and so how I look reflects that. But slobbiness is not casual, so I really don't like to go there. Or even think about it. It would be a downhill slope to yuck, for me.

time to sort this out

Yet, somehow, I often get comments about me being dressed up. Er, no. Maybe that's just me, mistress of overkill? But, to remedy this, I went to k-mart. Yes. K-mart. I got a mid blue, and a black, jeggings. Jeans leggings. I was after a mid-grey too but they were sold out. And a navy, and a black, short sleeved tee shirt. And some casual black canvas summer shoes. I am ever hopeful. I know that spring hopefully will return, and that summer must eventually appear. 

But, just in case spring and summer are a bit late, I also went to The Warehouse and bought three long sleeved tees. Black, navy and red. 

I am looking at casual chic. I have been sleuthing, watching younger women, even my teenage grand-daughter (thanks Beth), to see what's what now, in clothes. When I look at what people of a younger age are wearing overseas, I remind myself that they are dressed that way to get followers, or whatever one does when one is young and famous. High heels, tight jeans, red lipstick, a fancy blazer, might be de rigeur for the younger woman in Paris, but in Glen Eden, Auckland? Most certainly not. Imagine walking those slightly hilly footpaths in killer heels.

So, what is my plan of attack? To casual chicdom

First up: is there an age limit on this? Not in my moi-iverse. I'm not a blogger who wears fantastic clothes each week. That would actually be lovely to do, but others do it way better than I ever could. And I don't have heaps of clothes, because to me, that is unchic. 


But, surely I can look a bit chic?  Some changes have been made:

I changed my hairstyle, and have had some good feedback. I found a fantastic hairdresser. I was in hair heaven. When I went back to him, there was a queue, and I was in and out of there with a five minute clip here and there. I was not a happy punter. Okay, I admit it, I was actually sulking. Then a few months after, I was walking past a hair place in our local mall, and I saw a cutter who had previously given me a great cut. I was in, like a shot. After I told my tragic tale of what my hair could and couldn't do, as if a hairdresser could not have known (!), she chopped it to chin level, like a blunt cut, and I asked her to give me a fringe. So, she gave me one which sloped to one side. I didn't like it, but did admit that was how my hair always went. "That's because you have a small cowlick there" was the reply. Well, I never. Who knew that? But I've gone with it, parting my hair off-centre, have said farewell, for now, to le fringe, and have my hair is now more casual, and yes, it does look nice.


Make-up, which I've nearly always worn, with a very light touch. I was given a top of the range foundation (thank you daughter) and wow! what a difference. I now look as though I actually have nice skin. People keep telling me now that I have lovely skin. Which makes me laugh as I try to explain that it's just a good foundation. I switched to dark brown eye pencil, a rose brown lippy and am about to splash out and get another "natural" lip colour. But, hey, can lipstick ever be natural? Overall, more toned down make-up.

I personally think that my clothes are overly casual. Maybe it's just the way that I wear things. I wear jeans, sneakers, jumpers, tee shirts, but all very tidy. Like a little (I am short) neatly wrapped gift box. Maybe that's the dressed up part? Or just the overall look? I'm a bit confused about it all.

I am wondering if wearing "neutrals" such as black, navy and grey, will make me less dressy.  Anyway, this all is my current Plan Of Attack for Casual Chicdom.










Friday, 27 September 2019

weight loss chronicles

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or is it weight regain chronicles?

What can I say? My weight went back up. After losing a stone. I was so distraught that it was happening. I didn't seem to be able to stop it. Stress and something else were causing it. Plus I was unknowingly eating food that was making me quite unwell. Often dizzy. Strange sweats. Feeling awful and falling asleep after eating them. It was eggs. Which I do not often eat. I am now avoiding them like crazy. I have seldom eaten many. My body obviously knew not to. I have a younger sister who is this way with eggs, too. Maybe it will change for me, with time. Who knows.


allergies and intolerance

As well, I am allergic to tomatoes and the other nightshades make my joints and spine very painful. Arthritis and nightshades go hand-in-hand, for some people. Would you believe that I had been eating food that had capsicums cooked in it, just to be polite?  How silly of moi.  So, overall, I had not been in a good way.

Allergy is a DNA thing. One of my children was born with allergies and it was so distressing and a really scary time in my life. For him, and for me, frantic mother. I put him on raw goats milk, and he thrived. And one of my grand-daughters was born with allergies. Hopefully, all of this will weaken over the generations.

The thing is, that intolerance, and allergy, to certain foods, bloats our bodies. We get bloated with inflammation which manifests as weight gain. It messes with our hormones, too. Imbalanced hormones mess with our weight. We start to feel terrible until it becomes the way that we feel all of the time. Our poor body is fighting to regain composure and health. A vicious circle, for sure. We exercise less, because we feel so unwell.

but there is a way out of allergies

Remove the offending "things" and our body wants to slowly restore itself. We want to move. We feel healthier and happier, too. This is just my experience anyway.

I know yoga cleanses to do, and will probably get into doing them to have a toxin-flush, as the weather gets better. I really don't enjoy them, but they are effective. I am a yoga teacher and healer, and I would never, ever say "do this and that pose" to fix your allergies. To me, that is just crass and insulting. But, would you believe that I have been told that. (!)

exercise makes me feel good

And, as I am feeling "better" than I was when I was having the odd egg in my diet, my morning exercise has been reinstated. I've been reluctant to weave up and down West Auckland's hilly roads, but now I'm thinking: Just. Do. It. Get over myself. Have a sortie up and down those darned sloping roads. I had been walking every morning but that went by the wayside. What with shifting twice, sore joints and back, full-on winter storms, feeling "sick", and so forth.

I'm that person who just doesn't feel good when I don't move. So, I was feeling doubly, or even quadruply (new word), not my best, with all of this business.

I'm writing my woes because I do want my blog, which I love writing, to be honest. Which, of course, is a bit scary to expose oneself like this.

the demon sugar

I started having some food-on-the-run. Always lethal, health-wise for me. That helped the weight go up, too. I was eating sugary foods. Now, I know, have always known, that sugar is very bad for us. With my eldest, I just never gave it to them. But they had plenty, from one of their grandmothers. Annoyingly.

My youngest devised a cunning climbing plan to get to the top shelf of the pantry when she was, oh about nearly four, to help herself and my flatmate's daughter, sneakily, to the sugar jar. At three, she was already climbing tall trees and cliffs. Mother-having-heart-attacks time.

Those two little girls would get High On Naughtiness afterwards. No doubt rebelling against our mega healthy diet. Someone thought that the chakra pictures that we had on the wall were promoting that. But no, it turned out to be sugar.

I have been reading "Sweet Poison (sugar)" by David Gillespie.

What a great book. It explains his own journey of losing 40 kilos over two years, just by removing fructose (sugar) from his diet. (no exercise) He described in detail how fructose makes us, well, fat. He said to read labels, and I've also been asking m'sieur google, to see if a food has


10 grams of sugar per 100 grams of that food. Or less. To try and go no higher than 10 grams overall per meal. This is David's suggestion of what worked for him. 

So, I did this. Of course, I had a reaction. Three day full on migraine. I think it was my Inner Child having a wee tantrum for sugar, actually. Someone more outgoing than moi would probably been more expressive, as in obviously crabby, but I'm more inner directed, so I guess I imploded into that migraine. I caved and had something ridiculously sweet, and slowly the migraine subsided.

I'm also reading "I Quit Sugar" by Sarah Wilson. Sarah recommends to cut out starchy carbs and fruit if they make you crave sugar, and to add more fat into your diet. 

I'm trying to get my head around it all. So far, I've been able to do it, the under 10 grams of sugar thing. And, interestingly, the ridiculous food cravings have virtually disappeared. I've simply stopped being hungry.

The first night: panic! What to eat? All that I had at home were some vegetables, and a cupboard full of spices. So, I made a spicy vegetable soup, without starchy vegetables, with some cheese in it, and it filled me up. Phew. This morning I just got overwhelmed. So I had some Vogels bread (very low in sugars) with lashings of low sugar healthy peanut butter. Yum. A good hint that someone gave me many moons ago, about this bread, is to use the Very, very thin cut. Which of course is even less sugar.

I went to meet a friend for lunch and was able to find something good to eat. So, I can see that it's all do-able.

inflammation schlammation

I can tell you that inflammation started to go down, overnight, when I counted sugar. Plus 750 grams of weight disappeared into the ether, and has remained off. The proof, here, is in the pudding. Or, no pudding!

I was having problems with my new routine

I was doing the little and often thing which many fitness people do, which in theory should have worked. But, in retrospect, how could it have, for me, with sugar sensitivity? Which I'm sure that we all have. Now, I think that I'll work on the sugar thing for a bit, then hopefully revisit other aspects.

I'm already feeling so much more hopeful about it all. The weight thing.








Friday, 20 September 2019

moving in different worlds

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I moved from one world, into another, when I was young

When I was twelve, I went to live with Dad, and my beloved Nanna, Grandad, and Aunty who was only eighteen months older than myself. I have been grateful for this my whole life. 

I entered a different world from the one that I knew. It was a lovely, gracious, idyllic world that I went to. 

As the eldest of five little girls, I had come from a world of responsibilities, with very little free time, and Mum didn't have much money.  I recall how, if there was free time whilst I was still living with Mum, I would hide quietly reading whatever I could find to read, hoping that she wouldn't notice me, so that I could have some time off chores. I am not complaining. This is simply the way that it is, in a big family. The eldest do as much as they can to help. I loved my Mum, and hated seeing how much work she had to do. Mountains of washing every day, using an old copper and boiling hot water, then in time moving onto a wringer washing machine. Washing and sweeping the bare floors. Tons of dishes. Five children to care for. I did Mum's shopping for her from a young age, as the shops were some distance away and she couldn't leave a baby or toddlers to go and buy bread, or whatever.

Whereas at Nanna's, I had tons of free time. Most of which was spent at the beach with my new best friend. I had chores too. But not many. 

My best friend from that time has often talked about what a privileged life that we led. But how she never knew. Because it was the only life she had known. I knew, though. And I certainly appreciated it.

each of our worlds has it's own gifts

I often say that I was a child of two worlds. Even now, I consider myself a person who moves in many worlds. All of which I am quite comfortable with. Because I know them. And I understand them all. Being a Libran who often sees the world through rose tinted glasses, I still look for the best in each world. And, why wouldn't a person do that? There is value in everything. 

my Dad could mix with anyone

It was not just moving into a new life that made it easy to move indifferent worlds. It was also my Dad. This was one of his qualities which I so admired. Dad could move in many worlds. Both of my parents were born just before the Great Depression, so almost  everyone had very little money, no matter what kind of world you had come from. But Dad had come from a relatively elegant world of ease, compared to most people in New Zealand. 

So, he had the ways and manners which reflected that. Sometimes when I went to live with Nanna, he would take me to his friends' to play with their children whilst he hung with the adults. I recall going to a Maori family's home. Young, not much money. Kids everywhere. Out came the guitars, lots of singing. One of Dad's worlds. Of course, I so knew that world. I slotted right in. I was 'at home'. Instantly.

Dad was only in his early thirties at that time, so in a way he was still an out and about young man. Interestingly, not all of his friends were young. He took me to have a small holiday at an older Maori lady friend's home, on my own. It was just like being in Nanna's world, so that was easy for me, too. Ivy fascinated me. She was so quietly cultured. It's a particular way of being that many older Maori had. I don't know why Dad took me there to stay, I didn't know her, but I was grateful and I loved it. I can still see her beautiful home, in my mind's eye. I eagerly asked her lots of questions. Ivy taught me, by just being herself, that everyone has a story. That everyone is interesting. From Ivy, I always know that if I am with an older person, to ask questions about times in their lives. Real history will come out. A real treasure!

Dad's special times with his Grandparents

When the Great Depression was happening, Dad was sent to live with his Dad's parents, in Taranaki. He told me how he was one of the few kids who had boots to wear. Not many people had money for shoes for their children. Great Gran was such a lovely person, I know it was so special for him to be there. He said that he loved it. His eyes lit up as he told me about it. 

Great Grand-dad spoke eight Maori languages, or dialects. On Friday nights, he would take Dad into the local township, which quite likely was more of a village in those days, to meet up with Great Grand-dad's Maori friends. The women had their best clothes on, with scarfs wrapped around their heads, as per the style of the time. The men wore suits and bowler hats. In those days, men wore a particular type of large watch on a chain, called a fob watch, and that watch would tuck into a suit pocket on the chest, called a fob pocket. The Maori men wore their large tikis instead, on a chain, tucked into these pockets. 

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A tiki is an ancient symbol, with a deep esoteric meaning to do with Gods and creation of people. However for international purposes it might be easier to explain it as a symbol of fertility and good luck, and tikis are considered to be special gifts. 

Dad 'left' some of his legacy within me

When I last saw Dad, a few months before he died, I suggested that it would be good to tape him talking about those times, but sadly he passed over a few months later. So much history of our family dies, unknown, when we do not allow older people to reminisce. That history is part of us, too. 

As I said, I am very grateful for these Lessons of Life, which I learnt during my years with my new family. They enabled me to move freely in other worlds, to understand that things are different in various life situations, and that this is okay, that it all just adds to the richness of Life.

I became a healer of the ancient Maori modality, called Romiromi, about ten years ago, at the same time studying the deep spirituality of the Maori culture. This year I have been learning the language. I am quite sure that Dad would have liked to know that I have been doing all of this.






Friday, 13 September 2019

the great spring overhaul

                                          
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overhaul what?

Moi. I am feeling that I need a wof. Warrant of fitness. And a tune up. And a clean out, polish and tidy.


wof for my tootsies

It all started when I did The Great Reveal of my feet. The feet which have been encased in socks for months. Months! Clearly, I needed to remove the chipped nail polish, pumice my heels, and have some giant moisturising efforts. I had a professional pedicure earlier this year, and am going to steal some of what they did:
  • a nice pumice of the heels
  • a grainy scrub massage; I have some Fiji sugar scrub (very luxurious)
  • they filed the nails. Well, really! Who can do that? I have tiny feet, so most of my toenails are also very tiny. But a miniature curve at the sides of the big toenails did look good, and is very steal-able
  • then another massage with moisturiser
But, I have a piece de resistance: rub in oil, lotion, and a thick cream (like vaseline), put on socks just before you go to bed. When you wake up, be careful as the soles of your feet can be a bit slippery. But, your tootsies? They will look and feel divine. Amazingly I have ended up with special sockettes to use with overnight pampering. Where did they come from? (Another of life's mysteries) I am not feeling like doing the nail polish thing, at the moment, even though it does look nice. 

and for my hands

My hands: yes, well. They are obviously "working hands". I need to keep my fingernails short-ish, as I am a healer, and don't want to dig my talons into people, nor accidentally scratch them. Yes, I have made the mistake of doing both. Not a good look. A trim and a slight filing of the corners, then a gentle sugar scrub, followed by a massage with the above concoction, old gloves on overnight, and beautiful hands when you wake up. 

and let's not forget the body

When I was living in wee cabin, it was just too cold to do a body brush before a shower, so I used a gorgeous sandalwood soap and scrub gloves as I was under the hot water. I'm now feeling that as I'm now living in a warmer abode (thank you Universe), that I shall add some panic dry brushing as well. And I was a bit lax with body lotion when I was so cold, but truly, as we get older? Use that body lotion!!! Mine is almost used up, so I'll be adding some olive oil to it, to make it richer, and not waste any. 

Something which I have always religiously done, no matter how cold I am, is to moisturise down on my cleavage whenever I use anything on my face. And, after a shower, even if it's just a quick rub, I put body lotion on as well, for extra moisture on my (ahem) chest. And when I'm not being slack, I also put on some thick cream there, before bed. This is an area which can look really awful as the years go on, and I prefer to slow down this process.

This morning, I realised that I had been forgetting to do the cool to cold (depending on the season) quick rinse at the end of my shower. It's very reviving to do this. I usually can't face doing it during the cold weather, to be honest. 

So, time to stop being so slack!! Am I alone in all of this? I suspect not. The truth is that I feel I have let myself go a bit. The past eighteen months have been difficult, with changing where I live three times, difficulties left, right and centre, people stuff, not earning much (which is always hard), and studying full time. But the tide has turned, on all levels, for which I am so grateful. And, interestingly, mysteriously there is now also time for me to lavish a bit of care upon myself.

Thank you, universe (even though I know that you are incredibly busy......)









Friday, 6 September 2019

moving into spring

(vintage French Elle magazine spring issue about change of season, and change of our regimes to suit) 

                           Image result for vintage french magazine spring

I always enjoy "moving into spring"

What does it mean? For me, it's about having an overhaul of various aspects of my life. 

  • putting away the heaters. One is already stashed in a cupboard
  • throwing out the winter slippers. I just loathe grubby slippers
  • washing and stashing the winter bedding
  • warm dressing gown, flannel pjs, warm socks, beanies, woollen scarves etc, get stored away too

I know that spring, well it springs upon us, then unsprings with more wind and rain, then becomes nice weather spring again. Back and forth for a wee while. But still, the spring feelings are there. Feelings of new beginnings, and I always enjoy the wee "moi" tasks that move me into spring. 

I like to update and sort of have nice "moi" new beginnings.

I lighten my make-up, with colours and foundation. The natural light of spring is in itself, lighter and brighter than winter, of course, and I like to reflect these in how I decorate myself.

moving from winter to spring with clothing

I like to have some long sleeved tees for spring, to wear with jeans or trousers. In nice colours of course. Not as sombre as my winter colours. At the start of spring, I'm still wearing most of my winter trousers, moving into lighter fabrics as summer comes closer. And spring is when I might also wear tights. So, it's the darker winter colours on the bottom half, with the lighter, brighter colours of spring on the top half. 

And this is such an effective way to use our wardrobe, rather than having a different set of clothes for each of the four seasons.

I know that it won't be too long before I'm trotting around in jandals aka flip flops. This is such a casual country that they are sort of a way of life. But, I'll be looking for some nice ballerina shoes for this season, too. 

spring food

This is also, to me, a time to lighten up with food. Add more colour to our plate.  More soaked muesli rather than warm porridge. More juices. More fresh food, rather than casseroles and heavier winter food. In winter, warm, cooked food is a must for me, but as the seasons move into more warmth, it just makes sense for our food to follow suit and balance out the warmth with cooler foods. 

I really do enjoy spring: the spring cleaning, revamping make-up and clothes, a subtle change of diet, looking at being outside more. I don't enjoy walking in icy, heavy, sideways rain, so now that's easing up, more walks are in order. 




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