We are off on holiday next Monday, first to Turkey then to Greece. It will be too hot, and I fear we will die. Hopefully not though, because we have a new bed getting delivered while we are gone and I totally want to sleep on a memory mattress which is super-king-sized and will fit us all without elbows getting shoved into eyesockets and surreptitious pinching. I wish to sleep on a bed that seems to have only me on it. I want to stay in bed after all the children have crept in and not even notice their bickering, or their damp nappies, or sniff their dribbly  patches of wettish hair and not be forced out from the sheer annoyingness of it all. Before I die, that is my wish.

So, I am busy preparing for our holiday by buying hats and shaving off the dead old lady skin from my heels and applying self-tan. I have been reading like a good Disciple Of The Woman’s Magazine all of the tips relating to packing lightly, and yet STYLISHLY. For this, you must co-ordinate your holiday wardrobe. First, pick a theme – any theme – as long as it is either:

1. Boho and maxi and sheer and printed, with cowboy hats and embellished sandals and bracelets and long disheveled beach hair, or

2. Chanel-at-the-seaside breton stripey, denimy, red, blue and white.

I am not clever enough to do either theme and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, dear Magazine Editors, it is the same every year! Why not suggest I wear polyester vintage frocks and mid-season jackets and evening gowns (because, er, that is what I find on a cursory wardrobe inspection). It would make things so much easier.

The problem is that I have the wardrobe of someone who is not me. I have the wardrobe of someone who goes to work. Not someone who deals in spitty biscuits and sand and facepaint and Sudocrem. And thus, I am forever caught in two sartorially-divergent worlds. And it shows.

Today, I have worn and discarded a blue puffball Marni skirt because it was unironed and covered in baby rusk, then I gave up on a Kate Sylvester silk skirt because you could see the baby tum popping out over the edge, and am now poured into an old, second-hand Marni 50’s skirt with tumble weed printed all over it, in the mistaken belief that the tightness has tamed the excess bits and I am channelling Louis Vuitton in a most fashion-forward way. The effect was all very ruined though when we got to Waitrose and Custard started his Supermarket Shriek. By the by, I thank you, cranky old ladies and old men who tut and cluck and frown and tell me that the best thing I could do for Custard when he makes a noise like that is a sharp slap across the face. All of that TOTALLY helps the situation, and calms me down, and shuts Custard up.


Anyway, I think I was trying to say that I am off on holiday soon. I hope all you Northern Hemisphere-dwellers are off somewhere nice too. x

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9 Responses to Turkey

  1. Alison Cross says:

    You are going to love that mattress! But you will still have the damp children and gently steaming nappies to contend with. It might be a super deluxe mattress but it will not magically remove your sense of smell 😉

    Have wonderful holiday and eat tons of fabulous food!

    Ali x

  2. westendmum says:

    Cripes, Lord of the Flies there?!!!!
    I think you’ll look lovely whatever you wear.
    We are going on holiday too! Hurrah! Just booked it, vast amounts of transfers and all day traveling to a remote Greek island but with only one baby and grandfather in tow, so nothing like as much organising or many passengers to lose whilst doing so.
    p.s: I’m going with jelly shoes and shorts for Erbie and myself!
    Hope you a lovely holiday, you deserve it.
    WEM xx

  3. Tutak says:

    wow you are brave, I’m just back from ten days in France with just the one shouty boy and exhausted – and we were capable of loading both our entire wardrobes and lego collection into the back of the car….hope you have a good time.
    And as still in love-with-it owner of 7ft x 7ft bed, hope yours gives you great pleasure….

  4. Tutak persuaded me of the rightness of vast beds, only two poodles have taken up sleeping in the middle of ours so it still doesn’t feel big enough. More bigger beds now.

    Lovely blog! Have a great holiday. (Sister of T)

  5. PaisleyJade says:

    Have a great time! I carefully preened myself before heading over to the northern hemisphere – tanned my arms and legs, only to find I was still glowing in the dark next to all the beautiful Mexican girls on the tour with us!

  6. Well, I am in the Southern hemisphere but am off on holiday, too! TOMORROW, in fact! To Australia – specifically, the balmy Gold Coast. Turkey and Greece are much more stylish and full of culture, though. V jealous! (I didn’t bother with a theme, either – and Husband won’t let me take my fabulous, massive-brimmed hat, so magazine editors everywhere will be tut-tutting at my lack of stylishness. But I don’t care. And neither should you. Let’s just enjoy the WARM SUNSHINE!!

  7. Cath says:

    And i am on my way to london. Oh the woe of the bad timing. When i get off this last plane i will see how shattered i am and then if i can bear it may come via paddington for morning coffee.

  8. redfox says:

    Ooh ooh, I know who is asking for a sharp slap across the face in that scenario, and it’s not anyone related to you!

    We got to sleep on a king-sized memory foam mattress when we were visiting friends this summer and it was bogglingly great. We only have one child to lose in there, but it clearly could accommodate more without batting a mattressy eye. You’ll love it.

  9. anya says:

    Jealous muchly of the big bed (I sleep along the bottom with my back to smelly feet when we have little bedroom visitors!) and of the holiday. Have fun!!! Take pics and can’t wait to hear all about it.

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