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No I don't look like a glossy magazine mum,

but maybe that's ok........


I'm off to Spain for a few days next week. I hardly ever get to see one of my best friends as we both live on opposite sides of the world these days, so when I knew she was to be in Spain I booked without hesitation. Mr Keepsake has been so supportive and has agreed to be in sole charge of our three Keepsakes while I live it up in the sun AND he's not even moaned about it. Sounds perfect, right? Yes, that's what I thought, until the day that it dawned on me that I will be the oldest, fattest and most worn out person there and the only one who's body has been through the total annihilation of carrying and giving birth to three LARGE babies. Panic set in, I completely forgot about the fact that I have three amazing children to show for it and made the calm and logical decision that if I just didn't eat ANYTHING until I went, then all would be fine. Of course, that well laid out plan lasted all of ten minutes! I have managed to lose a bit of weight, by cutting down, but I am a long way from where I was pre-children. My main goal was to have boobs that stuck out further than my stomach but alas this seems to be a step too far for this worn out body! However, I am coming to the realisation that maybe, just maybe, I might be alright. No I am not perfect, no I do not look anything like the images I see in magazines and no one is ever going to say I 'snapped back' to pre pregancy size any day soon, but maybe that is ok. Maybe accepting that I am not perfect is actually a more positive step than striving to be someone else's idea of perfect. The main thing I am trying to do is to speak to myself as I would speak to a friend. I would never call a friend a 'Fat Cow', I would never look for my friend's negatives and I would never destroy photos of friends because they had a double chin. With friends we see their positives, we point them out and we celebrate them. We don't love our friends DESPITE their negatives, we love our friends because they are ACE. I have decided that as a mum I am jumping off the media led drive for perfection and I am going to speak to myself kindly and with the care I would always give to others - who's with me? So Spanish holiday, here I come in all my glory - wish me luck!!!



P.S. I promise not to stand this awkwardly at any point while in Spain!

This gorgeous little Lion was made as a gift from a lovely Auntie for her nephew's Christening day.

She managed to sneak a few special outfits to me (Dad's and Grandma's are often a good help with this) and he was all ready for the special day.
This beautiful Giraffe and 4 Patch Cushion Cover set was made for my eldest Keepsake's best friend.

They have been friends since she was originally wearing these tiny outfits and I am sure they will be friends through all times her mum and I wish we could still chose their clothes!
One of my favourite parts of my job is opening the parcels of clothes and seeing what I have to work with. I love the fact that I can be surrounded by colour and pattern all day.
The clothes that made Oscar's uber cute monkey were a joy to work with, this little guy took on his own personality before I even started cutting the pieces!

My Keepsakes


As I have rambled on about before, my eldest Keepsake is nine. He suddenly seems very grown up and while he is still 90% lovely I can see glimpses of the teenage years looming, but rather than dreading them I almost look forward to them. I like the fact he is growing up and I like the person I can see him becoming. Having said that, there are times I wish I could just stop and rewind time for a little while.

Last week he was injured at school (a metal gold club to the back of the head). He is fine now, some glue to hold his head back together, a few days off school and some painkillers and he is right as rain. I on the other hand have taken a bit longer to recover. The image of him lying on the school field, covered in blood and with paramedics around him is one that will haunt me for a while. The school were brilliant and the NHS were even more fabulous. During the ambulance ride I remember thinking back to how he was as a baby, how it was just him and I for a lot of the time and it made me realise just how true the following statement is.



I found the first baby stages hard but at that moment there and then I would have given anything to go back to them, to the time where a cuddle from Mum could fix anything. Don't grow too fast little man, I'll still need the cuddles long after you do xxxxx
Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. If you have any comments, questions, ideas or would like more information on any of the Keepsakes I'd love to hear from you. I can be contacted via any of the links below. I love reading each and every comment that I get back, so please keep chatting :-)
Love Gemma xxx
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