Hello spring time, hello Monday, hello loves,
Happy Monday to you all, I hope you had a wonderful weekend. We had hockey finals, and let me tell you I was on the edge of my seat the whole time! No one ever told me I would be so excited to watch eight-year-olds play hockey.
This morning I’m super proud I actually got the children to school on time, and I realized I don’t actually know which door I’m supposed to use for Lily. I’ve never been there early enough, whoops. I always use the one with the least icy path. It seems to be working.
I would have liked to have posted earlier today but we came home my ride along, aka Henry the puppy, made a break for it. I spent about 30 minutes searching around the neighborhood in my pjs. It wouldn’t be so bad except I realized when you look out in the back lane I’m just a crazy lady pacing around with a mitt-full of cheese shouting ‘don’t be such a dick hole’. In other news, I met some new neighbours today! Hahaha! The lady who caught him was wearing PJs too so I felt pretty good.
This weekend on the home front lots of little projects getting finished up. I think the hardest is the purging of things we don’t need…it’s just so much baggage, why do we have this? I may have mentioned before I heard the idea of purging 40 bags in 40 days, I think I’ve exceeded it already. The kids are taking it really well but I get a lot of questions like….can I bring this to Toronto? Of course you can bring your favourite toys, don’t worry my babies.
Hey so I was wondering how are you guys doing with style? Fashion and such? I’ve always felt like style isn’t really my thing. I have a couple key pieces that I like to wear, tall brown boots in the winter, short black dress, big sunglasses in the summer. But I haven’t really felt like I embrace “style”. I never had a huge reason to, they gave me a uniform and that’s what I wore most of the time. Not putting on the green jumpsuit every day has been a big transition. Over time the uniform became such a part of my sense of identity. Without putting it on every day I’ve had to start thinking about what I’m wearing and what it says about me. Am I mom jeans and white t shirts? Or tights and a long frumpy sweaters? I admit for a long time I wore pj’s most days. I had a rough year after surgery. One of the great parts about winter is you can throw on your long puffy coat and no one needs to know.
This spring I’ve started to think about what I’m wearing. I’m not feeling super comfortable with my body right now. After surgery I lost 30 pounds, annnnnd then I gained 40 pounds! Yay me! Part of it is medication, part exercise, part tired, pain, lifestyle, sadness, a whole fun mix. But this is not my forever. I look in the mirror and sometimes I see the jiggly woman. But I also see so many beautiful things. I like my shape, I wish it were smaller but it is what it is, until I change it.I’m working on it and I’ll get there but just because I’m not comfortable with this extra weight it doesn’t mean I have to dress like it. There was this day last month when I was trying on sweaters, one said hi I’m sweet, I’m Kate, BUT there was another, with flowers and beautiful lace trim, it said hello there I’m beautiful, I’m confident, I’m sweet and sexy, and I loved it. Deffiitely out of my comfort zone. But why can’t I be sexy, beautiful, lacey. Dress the body you have, not the body you want.
I’m loving giving myself a little more freedom. I may own the mom jeans, but it doesn’t have to be the only thing I own. I found some amazing clothes in St Martin that I’m excited to share with you once it gets a little warmer. Lily my fashionista is following closely in my footsteps and branching out from the one pink dress she wore for 2 months. Outfit chosen completely by her at Joe Fresh. I was proud of here for embracing change . Even though I somehow didn’t realize the plan was to wear them matchy matchy, oh well she’s delighted!
Have a glorious week, if you’re on instagram let’s be friends ❤️ sending you all kisses, I feel like you could use one