January 2018 archive

An Older Life

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While my new job is not really in fashion, it has a lot to do with fashion. I have been trying to get up to date with whatever that has happened in the fashion world since I stopped looking at it. Considering that it gets remade every six month, that is practically an impossible task. But that does not mean that I cannot try.

I zoomed right back to what I used to love about fashion. The people, the brands, and the blogs that I used to follow faithfully. It is not really surprising, but kind of sad, that more than half of the blogs I used to read are now defunct. And it is heartbreaking that my favourite person in street style, Bill Cunningham, passed away last year (I did read about this, but did not have the time / was in the right frame of mind to properly mourn him because I was trying to get the whole caring-for-a-newborn thing right).

Phoebe Philo is leaving Celine, and Christopher Bailey saying goodbye to Burberry – evidence that nothing great ever lasts forever.

So much has changed, and everything is different. I feel a lot of nostalgia for those days when fashion was this bright and beautiful thing that I love so much, but I also know that dropping off into an unfamiliarĀ territory is exactly what I need to shake myself out of the comfort zone that I has been in for the past few years.

So, hello new era. I am happy to meet you.

 

Five Minutes

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So, I read about the five-minute journal, where you spend just five minutes scribbling (or typing) down whatever thoughts you may have about your day. Like the bullet journal, it has tons of novel appeal for me. However, like the bullet journal, I may only keep at it for a few days before it all goes the way of “tried it, but nah, too much trouble”.

But hey, at least I am trying to actually write.

[On another note, I feel less guilty about my inability to keep writing because I read that as a whole, blogs are going extinct. Who would have thought that would happen back in 2008?]

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People always like to ask: Is your baby sleeping through the night yet? That is just an idiotic question, and I am surprised that even people with children would ask you that.

The way I understand it, nobody’s baby (or toddler) really sleep through the night like clockwork. They always wake (maybe every night, maybe once every few days, maybe once in a while), and they would always want you to be there when they do. It used to cause me so much anxiety when W does that, especially as the days pass and he goes beyond the age where he is “supposed” to sleep 12 hours straight.

The truth is, even while he does still wake in the night, I see a lot of progress – and perhaps, that is enough. Most nights, I simply put him on the queen-sized mattress in his room, and lie down with him. He falls back asleep in minutes.

According to the books, I’m not supposed to do that. He has to learn how to self-soothe. I am spoiling him, wrecking his independence, tiring myself out. It sounds odd, but I know that he is learning how to be his own person, and that may be precisely why he wakes at night – because becoming your own person is super duper scary, especially if you are just almost-2.

With the new job and being away from him nearly the entire day, I now secretly look forward to his night wakes (I know, how perverse). It gives me a little more time with him, even if its in sleep.

And he always look his sweetest and most endearing right after he wakes up in the morning. He has even learnt to give me a good morning kiss, without being prompted.

Which is just the best.

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The best thing to happen today: Will woke up at 645 am in the morning (after I sneaked out of his bed and into my own), came to our room, crawled into our bed and fell asleep again. Having him in our bed, sweet-smelling and asleep, is a rare thing.