Saturday 16 April 2011

Sunshine

Sunshine.....finally after months of doom and gloom and the suffering of cold and inhospitable weather...we have real sunshine; and so the outer layers come off and gradually our bodies are bared to the delights of sunlight. This process however is not always a delight! As the clothes come off we are confronted with the realities of our lack of exercise and over indulgence during those cold, depressing winter months. Up until now, we had successfully been able to hide our less than attractive bumps and bulges under those snuggly warm winter woollies. Now we can no longer hide quite so successfully.  However, with a bit of imaginative thinking, we manage to drape ourselves in our summer attire, covering the particular areas we individually “hate”.
But......there is always a “but” in life.......the legs are often a problem!  I’m not talking shape, size or length here – these we can cope with – but unless we wear trousers or jeans for the entirety of the summer months...there is always the awful unveiling of those “lily whites”. Those of us who have to work or do not have access to a garden are at a particular disadvantage – and legs take so long to go brown anyway. The rest of the body can almost be burnt to a crisp whilst even then, legs look only mildly tanned! Unless of course, you are one of those enviable women, we all hate, who have all year round colour or who tan easily. So the dilemma begins;
Sun bed? Such controversy over the damage caused leads more often to a not acceptable manner to deal with the “lily whites” Fake tan then?  Unless it’s just me....it never looks good or real and orange knees and ankles with streaks on your shins and blotches on your toes are so not a good look. So do we keep the tights on?  Nude tights are often unattractive – why is it the shade on the packet never corresponds to the shade on your legs??  Black or coloured tights then? Not a cool look particularly when it’s a baking hot and personally only black works for me. There again if you keep wearing tights, your legs never stand a chance of becoming tanned and weekends in the sun (providing the black rain clouds don’t descend for those two particular days), often prompt a response of intense sunbathing to make up for the limited time available and invariably ends with legs covered in calamine lotion on a Sunday evening!
However, a solution – looking through magazines there are adverts for swimsuits you can tan through. Do they work? Have no idea but what a thought......how about tights that allow you to gradually tan through – so those odd working moments and times you can dip in and out of the sun are not wasted. They could allow those legs to lose some of their early summer starkness – you know the feeling when you have bared them and feel that everyone is staring solely at your legs and judging you with pity – and then when the legs have reached the transition from brilliant stark, screaming white to a more acceptable hue of mottled pink or pale cream, the tights can be whipped off and revealed to the full glory of the summer sunshine. Leaving us feeling a little more dignified, less self conscious and still reasonably attractive to the masses. So, do they exist these “sun through tights”? If not they should and if they don’t, and you decide this is such a good idea that you go into production – just remember – the idea was MINE – I may just sue you, or demand a lifetime supply of free tights. You have been warned!
But in the meantime....I’m trying out yet another brand of fake tan, that promises even colour and beautiful legs.....I WISH x

Friday 1 April 2011

Mother's Day To Me...

Sunday, as a mother (four times over) is my day......I love mother’s day......because it is a day all about me! It’s like having an extra birthday, another day when I am made to feel special and am allowed to be spoilt and do whatever I want (and get away with it) all in the name of Mothering Sunday.  Each one of my children, buys me a card (although I still remember the joys of receiving their little handmade cards when they were younger and of knowing how much effort and wax crayon went into its making) and they also spend time and energy in choosing me a gift (and I like most people....do like gifts...large, small......cost a lot or cost a little it doesn’t matter to me).........and presenting it to me on this special day. Gifts are wonderful......who doesn’t like to receive a treat? I have to admit that on this score I have always been extremely lucky. I have both generous children, but also children who care about the gifts they give and who put so much energy in getting just the right gift, they know I will love. And the cards they buy, always have beautiful words...you know the type, the ones you find, that somehow manage to say to someone, all the things you would like to say, but would struggle to put into words by yourself. But one of the greatest things about my mother’s day, is the kindness, thoughtfulness and care that goes into it....the lying in bed in the morning (heaven....my bed and I have such a mutual adoration of each other), the breakfast eaten at leisure and then not having to do the washing up. Followed by the permission to choose what I want to do...even if its deemed boring by other’s standards, and not feel guilty or feel that I have to give in and say I don’t mind what we do, as I have on many other occasions...because this is my day today...I am allowed to be selfish. As a mother, putting oneself first, is often a rarity...you become programmed, to always consider the needs and happiness of your children first, so the luxury of putting you first is really something...especially without pangs of guilt following. It’s a day chores are not your responsibility – unless of course a major disaster occurs such as the washing machine floods or the cat has brought in a mutilated animal (which by necessity means that’s my job because only I can sort such things out...obviously!) and your children are there to heed your every wish. Such as another cup of tea – right in the middle of the film...which has no adverts.....someone to run the bath for you and make sure it doesn’t overflow or too much hot/cold water goes in....someone to get your dressing gown you forgot.....to change the DVD or even...if you’re really lucky (which I am) someone to paint your toe nails for you.  It is the accumulation of all of these little treats (both bought and unbought) that make mother’s day so special to me. It reminds me how much I am appreciated and loved...and also that I have raised four wonderful children....so good job done.