I intended to post yesterday but was knackered after the weekend. I decide to do a little mini break with the kids and stay overnight up in ski country. Rarely do I feel like a single mother in that “look at the poor single mother” kind of way. I’ve been on my own since the children were tiny and thankfully have the support to make my life less grim than many in my situation. But this weekend I felt like a single mother because an overnight ski holiday with two kids and a dog is not a piece of cake. There is a lot of gear to haul even when we have the luxury of a ski locker. And don’t even talk to me about family BINGO night, which, unbeknownst to me, is a kind of blood sport. Unless you come with an entourage of 15 to guard your table and preordered your food last March, you will find yourself sharing two chairs and no table with your very hungry children. We were pizza number 50-something and they appeared to be making them one at a time.
But still, we had some fun.
I needed a day to recover from our travels (and my diet of poutine, beaver tails, and the hickory sticks I consumed while waiting for the pizza). I made myself some Magical Breakfast Cream per French Women Don’t Get Fat.
And watched a bit of The Paradise (Downton so disappointed, that I had to latch onto another British costume series immediately.)
I put on the blush blouse from Montreal’s Boutique 1861 that is the inexpensive fun piece in this season’s capsule wardrobe. They are a great little online find for french chic accents.
Hope you all had a lovely start to your week.