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Marchy Things.

Surely the whole world is wondering where on earth last March went and how we got to this March somehow? It was March last year that COVID swallowed most of the world as we know it whole and somehow we’ve ended up here, one year later, and still a bit confused.

Strange times, huh?

Anyway I feel like I haven’t written on here in ages (okay, just a few days, but still) and I wanted to write a little update so that maybe in a decade or two I can read back and think, “wow, I somehow actually survived those early years,” while I’m drinking cocktails and getting a full night’s sleep and not vacuuming twice a day.

So, onto the things!

Most importantly, cakes. We will have a two year old soon! We can’t quite believe it! And we have challenged ourselves to make her a Bluey birthday cake! And I can’t quite believe that either!

My husband is the one heavily pushing the artsy, ambitious, Instagrammable work of art for us to aspire to. Seriously, have a look at #blueycake. Some people are ridiculously talented and it’s mighty impressive. I, on the other hand, was voting for a simple cake (blue though), with maybe some sprinkles and cake toppers if we really wanted to get fancy. I like to think I’m more realistic about our probably-below-average cake talents. However, I wanted to be supportive so I’ve agreed to help with the Bluey cake masterpiece creation. I do have slight concerns that it’ll turn out looking demonic like those infamous hedgehog cakes, but I guess we’ll have to deal with that if (when) it happens. Maybe we could just remove the eyes or something to avoid terrifying our almost-two-year-old.

Cartoons. Lately, I’ve been very much enjoying the ZeppelinMoon cartoons by Amber Fossey. They are the perfect combination of sassy and motivational and heart-warming. Kind of like one of those mug cakes, but with instead of microwaves and chocolate it’s watercolour animals and poems. You get what I mean.

COVID. Just needed to say that I’m immensely grateful for how this country has handled the whole global pandemic situation. For treating it as more severe than the seasonal flu (which it is) and for the sacrifices that have been made. For months now it has been visible in places not making these sacrifices that it hasn’t actually paid off economically, or you know, more importantly, by people not dying. All that has happened is that millions of people have suffered, so how lucky are we to be living here? Another quick point: the vaccine is getting rolled out here over the next few months. What an absolute privilege for us and a form of kindness towards the elderly and those without stellar immune systems. Science is amazing, end of.

Chaos. Everything has been chaotic lately! Our house always looks tornado-ridden and some days I’m so touched out. I’m so grateful too, seeing my daughters grow and change little by little. But my goodness, these early years are full on. This morning, our toddler took approximately one bite out of ten different pears and left them all on the bench. Love me a rotting pile of once-bitten fruit. It’s not even forbidden. Love that for me!


Clothes. I’ve decided that I’d like to branch out with clothes and try wearing something fun or colourful once in a while. I think I’m mainly just inspired by Lucy & Yak dungarees and pinafores that keep popping up in ads. Also because these past few years I’ve been pregnant or breastfeeding, so that’s kind of limiting clothing-wise. Basically I’d like to branch out from jeans and t-shirts but I’m not really sure how. We shall see!

So that’s the end of our Marchy things update. It’s also noteworthy to add that today our toddler used the potty for the first time, and three times at that! All out of the blue. So we’ll see how that ventures out. And our baby is very smiley and chats away happily. They’re both lovely.

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