Capes?

Okay, I'm not usually one to completely write off a whole category of fashion item, there are usually some exceptions to the rule that show you that you should not poo-poo things wholly as a group, however the mini-cape / capelet / shrug / coverlet genre is one piece I really do not get at all.

Herein lies my beef:

- A cape is a lovely item, a romantic, countryside, tussle in the woods kind of clothing. One which makes the wearer look like a certain type of person, a little eccentric perhaps, but definitely confident and in charge of their own sense of style. It is a poncho made good. Given a backbone and pulled out of its stroppy, awkward teenage former years.

This Junya Watanabe for Comme des Garcons is, for me, the perfect example of "good cape".

However, the cape's little sister is a poor wannabe of an item and one with little style, no mind of its own and not really even any purpose. A capelet can not keep you warm, it does not immediately brush you up, it usually adds an extra cheap layer to a cheap and flimsy outfit (probably from Lipsy), you can't put a coat over it, yet you will wish you could and it will inevitably just end up bunched around your neck, with you looking like a loon, fiddling with your collar and scratching at your ears all night. Look here...

Just wrong. Don't be tempted this Christmas.

Today was

mainly muffinalicious with these yummy jammy muffins:

Also, check out my tail. Funny things can happen when you are heavily pregnant. No, I haven't grown a tail, but I did manage to put both legs inside one pyjama leg, leaving this crazy tail, to go with my crazy balloon bump!

Jeanne Moreau

rocks. Innit.

How did this happen?

I have no idea,, but my camera phone clearly has an arty soul.

Today

Before I forget, yesterday was mainly...

Anyway, yesterday saw a good bit of organisation, as I wrapped up all of the Christmas presents, as well as putting our little Christmas tree. And yes, I am aware that it is totally chavalicious to put up decorations on the 30th November, but we do really want the baby to come home to a Winter Wonderland (in case he thinks that we are a poor reflection of good mummy and daddy!). The little fellas on the tree are four keychains from Habitat, an Eskimo, an Indian Princess, a Sumo Warrior and a Geisha Girl, I have also wrapped an string of antique Chinese beads around it.

Now all that's left is for Mr T to put the newly bought lights up!

Today we exercised our "Right to Choose"

"All women should be involved in planning their own care with information, advice and support from professionals, including choosing the place they would like to give birth....."

National Service Framework for Children, Young People and Maternity Services, pg 5. Department of Health 14/9/2004

We visited ( and booked into) a lovely birth centre in Petersfield, where we are guaranteed a water birth - as long as no complications arise. And where everyone has a private bedroom. It was quiet and private and basically lush, everything I could have wanted and a million miles away from the horrible factory style birth at St Peters. So after all that positivity and reassurance today was...

x x x