We often take photos at the park. The park is his thing, the highlight of his day. He loves the playground and to see all the other children. He is very social, he loves going to see what everybody else is doing, and he chats to them all, in his own little language. But by the end of playtime, Hugo can normally be found kneeling in the garden beds examining the plants, stones and twigs. Future landscape designer perhaps? Maybe I should reconsider dressing him in his newest clothes when we go to the park!
The 18 to 30 Project (weekly photos of my son from 18 months to 30 months).
As much as I feel my style softening, changing and moving in a particular direction, I still find myself drawn to the hard accessories, and leather jackets I have worn almost as armor over the last few years. I may always be drawn to them (especially when I feel vulnerable). Though I must say I do like the mix of hard and soft, old and new, leather and lace, studs and flowers. You get the idea. I guess it is a way I can find some balance in my life. Besides I think it makes things a little more interesting.
So, I finally got around to wearing a flower crown here on the blog (about time for a blog called Crown of Flowers in French) Haha! I made this one last week, but it still needs some adjustments, as it keeps falling over my face. And speaking of finally getting around to doing things. I finally started reading the “For Dummies” Book for our Canon! What a difference a few small pointers can make! Still some perfecting to get things to where I want but I think this was one of my favourite shoots to date.
I used to think there was almost nothing better than sleeping until midday on a Sunday, having a long, quiet breakfast, and staying in my pajamas until dinner time. Those days have slipped through my fingers, but now I am greeted by the happiest, little boy who can’t wait to start a new day. And while in this freezing, cold weather, I would often prefer to stay indoors where it’s warm, there is nothing like a Sunday morning stroll with my little family. The streets are quiet and I’m always interested to see who else is out and about.
Meanwhile, I nabbed the last of these sweaters in town. Yes! I love how the leopard motif adds some interest to an otherwise understated outfit. You will probably see it on the blog many more times as it has become one of my staples lately. I also rediscovered these boots this week. I had forgotten just how much I love them.
We are now into February, and it is still cold! Even as we took these photos, there were a few snowflakes falling. Loads of people have told me that it is either hot or cold in Grenoble, and I’d have to say that every time I visited it was one or the other. Though since living here it has just been COLD! Anyway, aside from the cold, and catching a cold (I’m going for a record here folks) it has been a pretty big week. My partner, Manu, took me for our first trip away since Hugo’s birth, and it was GOOD. We went to a tiny village in the South of France with the objective of simply escaping and getting some rest. For me the trip was many things, most of them contradicting. I missed Hugo a lot, yet the time away from him was quite refreshing. It was the first time I’d spent a night away from him so I guess it is normal to miss him. When we arrived home it was nap time, and I have never wanted him to wake-up from his sleep so much in my life! We took a few photos on the trip and I’m sure I’ll share a few here on the blog when I have had time to go through them.
As for the outfit. I picked up these pants for practically nothing during the week, and I must say I’m pretty happy with them. They aren’t my usual style, and they are a big step in the other direction to where my wardrobe is heading, but I like them all the same. Maybe I should take up golf?
It wasn’t until I went through the last photo shoot that I realised my outfit could be the unwritten final chapter of the story Little Red Riding Hood. Well… almost! I even have to laugh at the setting! So in the spirit of continuing the story, I imagined a new ending to the tale. In my head the last chapter would read something like this.
“And so Little Red Riding Hood packed the Wolf into her basket and on her way home stopped at the hat-makers. The hat-maker inspired by Little Red Riding Hood’s recent adventure, fashioned her an amazing hat which would serve as warning to other wolves to beware of little girls in red coats (with woodsmen for friends). And they all lived happily ever after. The End.” Or something along those lines.
Only I took a few liberties here. Namely that my hat is made of 100% faux fur, and I have no idea what animal has ears like these. And to think I had originally set out just to add some fun to the gloominess of January.
We have already passed the halfway mark of January, and winter is still far from over. I feel it is the longest ever! The cold and snow are starting to cramp my style, for sadly no matter what I wear, it is inevitably covered by a coat, a scarf and “sensible” shoes. If I could have my way, I would live in an endless summer, with the odd, cool day here and there to break it up, and allow me to wear those coats I am soooo starting to hate right now.
Anyway, I did manage to shed my coat for a few minutes to show you what is hidden underneath. Hummingbirds! The full animal prints of the last few seasons have not really grabbed me. It wasn’t until I found this dress a little while back that these little birds seduced me. Now I just need to wait for the spring, so I can hear little birds sing.
If you didn’t follow my previous blog, I feel I should introduce myself. My name is Natasha, but I’m happy with Tasha. I’m a creative soul, and a traveler. I’ve lived in four countries and five different towns in the last eleven years. I have a French fiancé and a baby boy born in Paris. For many it might sound very bohemian, exciting or even like a dream, but, it has rarely been easy. I’ve struggled, with languages, finances and new cultures. I have bordered on depression and verged on an eating disorder. I’ve lived away from my family almost permanently since I left my hometown, and I have felt very alone. My career has spent more time on hold than moving forward, as I’ve worked to obtain long stay visas and integrate myself into each new place. I’ve had to hold tight to my dreams. It has been a long journey, but without it I’d not be the person I am now.
My big dream is to design my own line of clothing, and to own a small boutique somewhere. I love dreaming up new creations and making them with my own hands. I also love seeing what others design, and marvelling at their creativity. One day I’ll make it all happen.
2013 makes the start of a new cycle for my partner, my son and I. We’re preparing to make our dreams come true. We are finally going to give things a go in my hometown. Perth, Australia. While going home will have it’s many benefits, it does also draw to a close this era of my life. While I may never stay in one place for more than a few years straight, I know in my soul, that this time at home will move us forward. We hope to buy our first house, grow our little family, and change our general outlook on life. Perth is a great, sunny city, and it is (as most say) the perfect place to raise a family. We’ll put that theory to the test I’m sure, but just to be surrounded by family and friends, and being able to speak my native language should do me some good. We still have some time before we depart for Oz, which leaves me feeling a little nowhere. There is a lot to organise, and no date set in stone for the move. It is going to be a big one!
In the meantime, this is me. In all my simplicity. The best way to introduce myself I think.
We’ve been quietly tucked away in the French Alps for close to three weeks now. The weather has changed almost daily, and we’ve survived Christmas and the start of 2013. We’ve cruised the ski slopes and made an igloo, and we’ve eaten way too much cheese. But who could blame us on that one? Some of the best cheeses anywhere come from these parts. But as comfortable and cosy as we are here, it is almost time to head “home”. Where is that anyway? I guess I will always ask myself that question. Leaving here always comes with mixed emotions. The prospect of having my own space and working to my own timetable again is very appealing. I have work to get on with, and I want to wear real shoes again. But this is family, and it is peaceful, and there is a fireplace! We will come back in the next few weeks, but then leaving does mean escaping this hideaway and finding reality.
With only hours until 2013, I (like many others) have been taking stock of my year. It has been a big one! Actually, for that matter, both 2011 and 2012 have been two of my biggest ever. The discovery that I was pregnant in January 2011, and the arrival of my baby boy that September have taken me on the wildest ride of my life. It has been a huge learning curve, and I continue to learn day-to-day. I never imagined how much I would love being pregnant, feeling a baby grow within me, and then watching him learn and grow and smile. I never realised how little sleep I can function on. That caffine is a great pick-me-up, but a total no-no when you have an extremely active and non-sleeping baby (and that I can function on no sleep AND no caffine, though it is easier with one or the other). I have learned to process advice, and wave-off generalisations. I haven’t had a real lazy morning in about sixteen months, and despite the increase in waking hours I get much less done each day than I did pre-baby. Something which has frustrated me on more than one occasion but that I am gradually learning to deal with.
I am looking forward to 2013. I am planning on making many changes to my life, my mind, and my body. I know we don’t need to wait until the start of a new year to make a change, but I have always liked the idea of leaving somethings behind and entering a new year with high hopes. In 2012 I can’t say I have achieved as many of my goals as I would have liked, but I will enter 2013 with realistic objectives. And it goes without saying that I will continue to make the most of every second I spend with my son.
This blog has been a goal of mine for 2012. And while I may have started it late, I have in a way achieved my goal. Better late than never… right? It is the continuation of my previous blog which I left behind while I found my feet as a mother. I am aiming for it to be more personal, and more true to myself. I have missed blogging, though I must say since my absence from the blog world I have grown and learned more about who I am.
I am ready for 2013… are you?