Secondhand Rose

I’m wearing secondhand clothes…even my husband’s been married once before!

A video

With apologies to Barbra Streisland, but, Secondhand Rose has been my song. I wear a lot of secondhand clothes. I always have. The jeans in my last post were secondhand from eBay. Today’s jeans ditto. I do a grand line in secondhand coats and jackets, and dresses, and skirts. I used to love rootling round charity shops: now I tend to snatch a few minutes here and there depending on how fidgety LK is in the pushchair. From her perspective, the supermarket is vastly more interesting. More people. More bright colours.

Anyhow. Today is about secondhand bras. Isn’t this a beauty?

99p plus postage on eBay. I discovered I have 3 bras which actually fit me currently (I was a 30C/32B when I fell pregnant, and peaked at at 36D). What inflates, eventually, deflates. And there is very little point in spending money on anything that’s only going to be worn for a few months. However, 3 bras which fit isn’t enough to allow for nipple thrush prevention measures when on antibiotics (wash at 60deg or with Halo, clean bra daily) and a well fitting, comfortable bra is also fairly vital to my general demeanour. So off to eBay and I’ve got a total of 4 bras coming, and spent £11. I have also got 3 larger bras on sale, which look like bringing in about £10. And I can reuse the packaging the incoming bras arrived in for the outgoing bras. Score.

I’m not entirely done breastfeeding. I hope that when I am done, there can be another selling session. I am thrilled, though, that my pre-pregnancy sports bras fit again. My pregnancy/post-pregnancy ones have gone a very funny shade after a 60deg thrush wash. They lost brightness.


Make do and mend

So here is my first try at not buying anything new. My jeans have worn. When I was at uni, I had next to no money. Well. I had savings. I also had a father who checked my savings book monthly and demanded to know why I was taking money out regularly. “Food, books, that sort of thing. Nothing exciting like weed.” I think he was a little disappointed that i has not developed a drug habit. I did a lot of mending my jeans, just to hold decency together.

This time, I went for a nice cheerful blue embroidery thread to sort out the hold. So every time I catch sight of my inner thigh, I am cheered up.

Not too shabby? I do like a good darn.


Today, I remember Szyja Waisbrod

He was Born in Tarnopol, and he worked in import and export. His wife was called Neta. Their son was Khaim. He was murdered, aged 57 in the ghetto in Kupczynce, because he was a Jew. Neta was 45. I don’t know how old Khaim was. They’re recorded in Yad Vashem’s database by their cousin, Lea Shteinvurztel, along with 29 other members of Lea’s family.

On Holocaust Memorial Day, I light my candle, and decide to be more proactive about ensuring that it never happens again. And to keep being proactive. Regardless of how scary it is.

Standing up, speaking out. It’s important.

So, this is the challenge

Can I get through 12 months without buying any brand new clothes (other than knickers and tights) for myself and LK?

I think I can. I think I can also make 12 months without new yarn if I unravel LK’s slightly too small shark hat and use the yarn for her next size up hat.

Worth trying…


I did some running

I did the Box Hill Knacker Cracker again, having missed it last year owing to a badly time cold. I nearly missed it this year, owing to a badly timed upset tummy (we all had it. N had it worst, but only for a week. Then LK and I seemed to drag on for weeks after he’d finished. It was not pleasant). The day before – suffice to say, I did not want to go out. And I deployed Immodium (having established that, yes, I could take Immodium and breastfeed).

It was easier than last time I did it, in part, I suspect, because I had not run 10 miles the day before. It was fabulous. It was hilly. It was cold. It was a long way from the carpark to the start, and even longer to get back. There was soup in a mug at the end. And a tshirt. And medals. I loved it. I love all the Trionium Races – my next is the Leith Hill Half at the end of February. There’s a cooked breakfast to be had at the end of that one. Superb.

Running has been vital. Work has been very up in the air, hard going with compressed hours (but so worthwhile to have a day to do housemin, which means the weekends can be all about LK). LK moved up a room in nursery. In some ways she’s thriving, in other ways – I’m not happy with her key person. There’s been issues with nappies, issues with nappy rash, issues with food (she got covered in yoghurt yesterday, and it wasn’t because she was waving the spoon around. Apparently they were trying to feed her, and she wasn’t having any of it. Tip. Don’t force feed the toddler. It makes everyone unhappy, and just makes for battles at mealtimes. Give her time, and encouragement. You don’t get yoghurty socks that way.) Yes, I shall be complaining. I’m really unhappy about this one. I want to change her key person. I never see this key person anyhow, I always see one of the other assistants, who is, hands down, lovely. It’s bad enough leaving her at nursery each day, but to think that she’s fighting food – that’s not fun at all.

So running, is vital. And I’m about to have a lunchtime run date with N, in this nice cold weather. 10 mins warm up, 7 x 2 mins at 8 min/mile, with 2 min recovery. I have a new to me Garmin Forerunner 220. It’s awesome. I can programme in the intervals! And it just goes beep-buzz to tell me when to change. I can see the laps easily (and I have learned I don’t need to press a button between laps), and it’s just so much nicer than my old Forerunner 15. There’s still a bit of life left in that, so I’ll be popping it on eBay at some point, as it’s a lovely beginner watch. It just doesn’t have the battery life in it anymore to get through a whole marathon with a HRM. And, since I’m doing Tallinn in September, I need that.


Like Mummy, Like LK…

Last night I headed into London, to go to a Holiday Mega Meetup as part of a Women in Technology Network Thing I’m a member of. It was grand fun. I won LK a rubber duck by dint of wearing my Terribly Tasteful Christmas Sweater (it’s from Boden). I drank two glasses of wine and ate an heroic quantity of festive sushi. We were rubbish at the quiz, and I had #metoo Mansplained to me (which was annoying). I missed the penultimate train home, and managed to leave my hat on the underground. Realising this as I exited the drain, I shot back in to see if the train was still there. It wasn’t – but my hat was sitting on a chair on the platform. HURRAH!

I got home, and heard all about LK’s day. This involved sandpits, rejecting her Christmas Lunch, playing with pompoms and bits of sparkly silver lametta and toddling everywhere. I learned that she, too, had lost her hat on the way home. Fortunately, she managed to drop it out of the buggy (despite being hermetically sealed in the raincover) onto the path and someone very kind had poked it into the chain-link fence which borders the path. I retrieved it, very soggy, on the way to nursery this morning. HURRAH!

Her hat, however, needs washing. Less hurrah. It’s very soggy and muddy. Which is a change from covered in cheese and snot, I suppose.

Seriously. How much snot can one small girl produce? And wipe on everything?


Yesterday I have…

Trimmed LK’s nails with less fuss than cleaning her teeth (result).

Dropped her off at nursery.

Changed her sheets.

Done two loads of laundry and three of drying.

Put things on eBay.

Finally put a “7” on the Guide Flag (this has been a task which was commissioned before LK was born. The rest of the letters were cut out about a year ago, and ironed on in September. The “7” eluded me for some time as I didn’t have a die for it).

Put up decorations. Admittedly, this year they consist of “Every Christmas Craft LK did at nursery” as everything in this advent got thrown off schedule with N having food poisoning for a week.

Washed up. Twice. Including an extremely bacony frying pan. I did not partake of the bacon. I’ve gone off bacon.

Ordered a spare part for the vacuum cleaner.

Taken the recycling out. And the milk bottles.

Gone out for a run. Showered and blow-dried my hair.

Vaguely tidied up.

Mended N’s socks.

Nametaped more clothes for nursery (although I’m not sure why, as she lost her coat one morning and it took two months to get back to us, despite being clearly named).

Eaten a mince pie with Brandy cream.

Put on makeup.

Changed the library books.

Bought some “Baby Sensory” lametta for LK. And some coloured shredded paper. And more pompoms. And worried about all the plastic. She does like a pompom to chuck about the room, though. And to then put back in her jam jar (old Marshmallow Fluff jar. Really nice clear plastic! I am reusing it. Which helps. Note. I eat the marshmallow fluff. Not LK). This will all go in a shoebox to investigate. Hoping to get some pinecones at parkrun tomorrow. And that the tinsel will come down from the loft.

Taken my contact lenses and inhalers in for recycling.

Reused my cup for coffee.

Headed in to London to actually see my friends for the first time in months. It’s not so much that I’ve not been into London. More that the last time I saw any of them was October. Online just isn’t the same. We ate an heroic quantity of festive sushi. And C kindly tried on my sock in progress and declared it potentially too narrow in the leg for its intended recipient. So I have ripped it back and will try again with larger needles.

Loved a very fast asleep LK on my return home.

Pumped (I was home too late to contemplate pumping after the Christmas party. This turned out to be an epic mistake as I had the most uncomfortable night).

Dontcha love a day off?