What a difference a smile makes :-)


Hey everyone,

I’m feeling all warm and cosy and I want to spread the goodwill 🙂 Life is good. My little family is happy and healthy and enjoying our days. Being a mum is hands down the best thing I have ever done. Even better than having my book, something I’ve written, out there in the world being enjoyed by people, which is something I dreamed of since I was a little girl.

My days are busy, but if you ask me at sundown what I’ve accomplished that day, the list is not very long. Holly pretty much consumes all my time, feeding her, entertaining her, simply just being with her. I’ve realised that she will only be this little for so long, and once this time with her is gone, it’s gone forever. So I need to forget things like cleaning the house spotless (no great sacrifice) and focus on her. We walk a lot, sometimes to get her to sleep but mostly for enjoyment, and it was on one of those walks that I decided to start what I imaginatively call, ‘The Smile Project’. I walk past so many people every day, of all ages and race, and usually it’s eyes fixed to the footpath or straight ahead, and zero interaction. But I’ve noticed since Holly was born and now joins me on my walks that people just can’t resist a baby. Seriously. She hangs in the front pack on my chest (killing my shoulders and neck because she certainly isn’t light, but she’s anti-pram at the moment so it’s that or carry her in my arms), and people smile and coo and go all gaga when they see her. Some even comment, “cute baby” and the like, to which of course I say Yes. Yes she is.

I’ve been blown away by how a simple smile can transform even the most sullen face. It’s a beautiful sight to see 😀

So now I smile at everyone whose path I cross, and if they smile back I say ‘Hello’, and I think we all benefit from this simple interaction and continue on our separate ways just a little bit happier.

Why don’t you try it?

Ok that’s enough smugness for one post.

Because I’m home fulltime with Holly, every day seems like a weekend. So I do little things daily now in the spirit of this blog, to reclaim life’s little pleasures. Holly and I have fun in the garden. We smell and touch flowers, listen to birds, feed the birds, keep the cat away from the birds. We also lie on the grass and watch clouds waft by like big balls of cotton wool while one of us sticks our toes in our mouth (see if you can guess which one).  I bake bread and cakes (yep, I’m a regular Nigella Lawson now, have baked three cakes in as many weeks! Unlike Nigella I don’t wear a dress, heels and lipstick while doing so, it’s pretty much pyjamas all the way) while Holly hangs out in her activity centre behind me. We go for walks and forage (i.e. steal passionfruit and grapes from someone’s garden. In my defense, if you insist on growing them along your front fence then you must expect some degree of pillaging).

We had a lovely family BBQ last weekend at mum and dads. It was a last minute thing that Dad thought of around lunchtime, however I flexed my culinary fingers and whipped up a homegrown cherry tomato salad with balsamic, olive oil , garlic sea salt and pesto flavoured feta cheese, and I baked some more of the rosemary bread. A year ago I would have bought a bag of buns and a salad in a plastic container from the supermarket on the way out. Progress is a wonderful thing.

Ok this post is getting a bit long so I will sign off here. I do have an update on the latest art project which I will upload on here in the next couple of days.

Take care everyone x


Holly and her Nanny ♥


Left to Right – My hubby, Dad, nephews Oliver and John, Brother Rob and his wife Ange, and mum and Holly. I am taking the photo (obviously) and my sister is hiding behind me because she hates being in photos, despite being tall. blonde and beautiful. Go figure.


6 responses »

  1. What a wonderful upbeat and happy post. I grew up in Yorkshire in the UK and in those days it would be unthinkable to walk by someone without a nod or smile of acknowledgement and often a word of hello. How sad that we don’t do it anymore, though in fairness I do try and you are absolutely correct the response is almost always positive. Mind you I don’t have a gorgeous daughter to break the ice, though I do remember those happy days very well. Of course at that time it was usual to leave your pram outside the butcher, baker, greengrocer shops while you popped in to make your purchases and nine times out of ten when you came out the pram would be surrounded by a group of women all vying to see who could evoke the biggest smile. What a lot we have lost, but if everyone who reads your blog smiles at people in the street perhaps we can start a movement to regain some of it – now wouldn’t that be nice. 🙂

    • Aww thank you! I love getting a message like yours first thing in the morning 🙂 I hope you enjoy it and would love to hear back from you when you finish reading x

  2. Hi there,
    Your daughter is beautiful! Thanks for the like and follow in my blog. Congrats on your book and good luck with the next one!
    Was sorry to hear about your mum. It’s so difficult when someone we live passes away, especially so soon after you’ve had a baby. (My grandpa passed after we had our oldest. She was born on his 70th birthday). Keeping their memories alive by teaching your kids about him/her seems to help keep their spirit alive! I talk about”GGP” all the time and how he did the best elephant noise ever! 😉

    • Thanks Cassie 🙂 That’s true and a lovely idea. I will definitely tell my daughter about her beautiful nanny all the time. I had a photo of the two of them put onto a canvas and it hangs in her room. She always waves to it and talks to it and I tell her it’s nanny, so hopefully she’ll be able to recognise her in photos. Thanks again x

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