Who loves short shorts?!

Well, I do, again. That’s for sure.

Nearly 3 years ago I purchased a pair of short denim shorts {from Superdry}.  Last summer, they stayed in the drawer as  I was convinced I’d put weight on.  Actually, I have put on a few pounds, but I think if I exercise and tone up some of my more wobbly parts, I’d probably feel more comfortable.  And this is where I find it difficult to motivate myself.  Every month, my bank statement shows the gym subscription being withdrawn.  I haven’t been since January.

I think I’ve been hard on myself tho, last week  it was sunny {remember those few days we had?!} and I wore that little pair of short shorts from 3 years ago.

So here I am in short shorts {sweaty and exhausted after a bike ride down country lanes} outside one of the Downton Abbey residences.


It got me thinking of a whole new Summer look- what do you think?!


One.  Two.  Three.  Four.   Five. 

FYI: The Panama hat has been purchased already- much to Mr 29’s disgust! Boo hiss to him!



The one where I miss out on Mother of the Year. Again

Today I officially put myself {back} up there with the world’s worst mothers. I’m not in denial by this, I have been on that list a few times now. I had chosen to ignore Thing 1’s cough {and his horrendous pre teen attitude which is at it’s peak} as I have been too consumed with the dog and Thing 2’s ailments.


As parents, we all quickly learn that, for some unknown reason, kids get ill at night. Granted Thing 1 has had a cough for a week {possibly 2}, but it was last night that he started to wheeze.

And then I couldn’t sleep.  As a Mama to older children {and to kids that have always slept through the night- please don’t hate me} I find it so difficult when I lose a night of sleep.  I am currently on the sofa, drooling with tiredness and looking for a match, cocktail stick, anything to keep my eyes open.

Back to Thing 1, he has a chest infection, is prescribed antibiotics, steroids and an inhaler. He will get better, I know this but as a Mother, I question why I let him be ill without acting on it sooner. As a nurse I obviously question my judgement.


And so, five days of treatment have begun.  A trip to the Bakery followed the Doctor’s appointment.  Funny how his appetite isn’t affected!





When Great Things Happen.

Some days, just happen, you know, it’s like all the stars are in alignment, the sun showers  you in its rays and friends and family all collide.  In one place.  At the same time.  And great things happen.

Or, in reality, an invitation had been sent in advance where everybody RSVPed to Gracie’s Christening.  Hence our gathering in the one place.  At the same time.


I blog too much, really, about the materialistic things I want and need.  But what we all need are friends.  And in a sunny beer garden where the Pinot was flowing {“Auntie, you always drink Pinot!” said Lo}, older children {The Things} were available  to ‘keep an eye’ on the little ones, these friendships are at their best.  And the real beauty of this group of friends is that some are family members, who really do overlook that you don’t return a text {immediately, or in my case even on the same day}, don’t hold it against you if Birthdays are missed {I have forgotten 2 this week!} or if you drink too much, and where conversations go beyond anything you thought you’d share.  But you share.

After an emotional roller coaster of a week, where we have had to formalise a palliative care plan for our Labrador and The Things have been off school with migraines and ear infections, catching up with friends was just the medicine we needed.

Have you had an amazing weekend?!


Summer, {optional} socks and sandals

 Here are some summer shoes I’m loving right now.  The ‘Saltwaters’ and ‘Havianas’ will be making their way to this household very soon!

You would have noticed yourselves, without me pointing this out to you, that the shoes I have chosen are all neutral colours and there is a reason for this.  The reason?! Bright colours are just not me.  I really, really want a pair of orange saltwaters, red hasbeens, and pink jellies but, in the words of Phoebe {from the episode ‘The one with the thumb‘} “Whenever I walked I would hear, “Not mine, not mine, not mine.” And even if I was happy and I was skipping, I would hear, “not-not mine, not-not mine, not-not mine”.  And I expect people would snigger at me, because bright colours are just not me.   They would probably be thinking look at Vickie in her bright shoes; they’re not hers.

The biggest decision I need to make is whether I order the saltwaters in tan or navy?


I’m going to Britmums Live 2014



Thats me!


NAME Vickie

Blog 29yearoldmama

twitter id@29yearoldmama

Height 5 foot 2 inches when I’m not wearing heels

Hair Blonde {with the help of a hairdresser and foils}

Eyes Hazel/ light brown {dependent on mood and room lighting!}

Is this your first blogging conference?  Yes and I am *whispers* nervous and excited all at once!

Are you attending both days?  Yes, although I haven’t booked a hotel room yet so will be commuting {which won’t take very long and will actually be a lot cheaper!}

What are you most looking forward to at BritMumsLive 2014? To meet you lovely lot in real life- you are real, non?!

What are you wearing? We live in England, right? So this will be weather dependent.  Also if I do end up taking the train and tube I’ll need to wear comfy flat shoes

What do you hope to gain from BritMums Live 2014? Tips for blogging, a new direction for my blog, perhaps. A gain in confidence when blogging.  You know, that kind of stuff.

Do you have any tips to pass onto others who may not have been before? Pack a hip flask in our bags, maybe?!

See  you all there!


 BritMums Live! 2014

The one where a journey is taken……

My Friend Monica and I were due to attend a colleague’s wedding, Mr 29 wasn’t coming and I nominated myself to drive. No dancing on the tables for me at the reception as I had family commitments the next day.


I never have to plan journeys. I know how to get to work, the supermarket and the gym {I know how to get to the latter destination but I don’t necessarily go!}. Mr 29 does the long distance driving {this is anything in excess of 5 miles!} and he doesn’t have a sat nav. Instead, he has a built in ‘homing pigeon’ system lodged into his grey matter.

I was planning a journey, without Mr 29, and getting myself flustered. Monica stated she would help by reading out the step by step instructions included in the invitation. We are nurses NOT navigators! This was going to be interesting.

The timing was therefore PERFECT when I was contacted to be a safety and security tester for Tesco Compare and I was asked to review the Garmin Nuvi 50 sat nav. Who said wishes don’t come true?!


Initial thoughts on the Nuvi 50 were that it’s easy to use. I was able to plot my route instantly. Little Ol’ Me. All on my own. I may have got carried away and programmed everywhere I go, just to play with it.

The touch screen is approximately 5 inches wide which is the ideal size for you to view your journey whilst not be too huge to cause a distraction. Safety first, travellers!

I found the Cyclops speed camera notification bleeps and speed limit notification to be very accurate. The screen shows you the road’s current speed limit, and your actual speed recording next to it, which enables you to adjust your speed to ensure a safe journey.

The Nuvi 50 has Lane Assist which guides you into the correct lane so that you don’t miss the junction that you need. It shows you an image of what to expect at the turn off so you are fully aware of where you need to go.
Your estimated time of arrival, to your programmed destination is also on display on the screen. This time is updated throughout the journey. What started out as a 25 minute journey, was actually an hour. This is what happens when you travel down the M25 on a Friday afternoon.

The device itself, is ideal for those of us {ME!} that aren’t very tech savvy. I found it easy to use and would recommend if you are after an everyday Sat Nav. Mr 29 adds that there are ‘add ons’ available if you go on line and would like to upgrade programmes- like I said I’m not tech savvy!


Granola Made Easy

Nom, nom, nom.



* 240 grams of oats

* 3 tablespoons of soft brown sugar

* 1/2 teaspoon of ground cinnamon

* Pinch of salt

* 2.6 ounces of runny honey

* 2 ounces of Olive oil.  Or sunflower oil {I only ever cook with Olive oil}

* 1/2  teaspoon of {good quality} vanilla essence



* Turn the oven onto 150c/ 300F

* Mix together the oats,  sugar, cinnamon and salt.   If you wanted to add any nuts or seeds, you can do so here : )

* In a separate bowl, or jug, mix to get her the honey, oil and vanilla essence

* Add the honey mixture to the oats and ensure they are all covered.  You may need to get your hands stuck in there!

 * Bake in the oven until the oats are golden.  This takes approximately 15- 20 minutes.

* Leave to cool and store in an air tight container.  This lasts for up to 5 days.

*  Serve with cold milk



Now all I need to do is store it in the non cereal cupboard, so that it doesn’t get eaten in one day.  Because Mr 29 sure does love my granola.

Mama Style: April


I have realised that I haven’t shared a ‘Mama Style’ post with you for ages.  That doesn’t mean I have not been wearing anything {!} or have taken to my onesie and Ugg boots on a more permanent basis {don’t judge me- it is ultra comfy by the way!}.  I have just been a bit lazy and reliant on the good ‘ol unpredictable climate that we have in the UK.

I brought this purple tulip style dress from Full Circle, some three years ago.  I have worn it twice.  I rediscovered it a few weeks ago when the sun decided visited.  It would be ideal for perfect Spring days with bare legs and sandals, or rainy April days with wooly tights.


I teamed it with a denim jacket from H&M, these brogues from Clarks, and my faithful Michael Kors handbag {which has been used nearly every single day since purchasing it in NYC 18 months ago}.

I feel like have a new dress again, having not worn it for 2 years!



These April Showers


Kate Middleton was seen using a Fulton Birdcage recently in New Zealand. The Queen and Camilla P-B are also fans.  And at £17.00 each, we all should have one.  Especially this weekend.

Here are my top 3 favourite birdcage umbrellas.  By Royal Appointment.  Obvs.


Orla Kiely  Multi Flower Check £32.00

Lulu Guinness  Red Lips £32.00

Cath Kidston   Butterflies £26.00

Hopefully, these April showers will bring May flowers.


My Face Makes Me A Bitch. Apparently.


Don’t worry, this is neither a post about how 1} I think I’m so pretty or 2} my lack of confidence in my looks.

Seriously, peeps, can you not see my nose from there? It’s HUGE.  I have heard every insincere comment possible. The nicest one tho {unbelievably} is “you have uncle Bob’s nose!”.  Yep, that’s right, he’s from the Jewish side of my family.  And, I can assure you that I don’t have his nose because he has his own nose and it’s much BIGGER than mine.

My lack of confidence is zero. Zilch. Minus freezing point.  I have mastered that profile photos taken from my left side appear to conceal the slight hook I have in my nose.

You see? Total acceptance.

Anyway, I have totally digressed from this post.  I am talking about my face.  As in how I ‘look’ at people.  Which I didn’t think I had a problem with until it was pointed out to me recently.

I was was having a well earned  catch up with a friend,  drinking a glass of vino, when I discreetly pointed out a woman at the bar who looked miserable, despite having a beverage in her hand and being in a group of friends {I presumed}.  Belle, who I had pointed this out to replied “That’s what you look like, maybe she’s the same”

Me “Huh?”

Belle  “You know, that condition that’s going around”

Me “Huh? Again?”

Now, Belle, who is 10 years younger than me and has no filter, decided to tell me that she thought I was miserable when she first met me and proceeded to diagnosis me with Bitchy Resting Face.

Really? I thought to myself, I am totes the bestest fun.

Confidence boost much, anyone?!

I would totes be B.F.F’s with myself.  If I physically could.

The following day, as promised, Belle emailed me this link  from You Tube, explaining Bitchy Resting Face.

And it’s me.


I am that person who walks down the street and gets gestured at by a stranger to smile or told “it’s not the end of the world”.

But I just don’t get it. It’s usually me that, out of my own choosing, speak to people. I’ll say Morning, Hello, Afternoon as I walk past.  I know it’s not in depth conversation but it’s a prompting word which usually gets a response.  So my conclusion is that I can’t have too much of a Bitchy Resting Face. Mr 29’s conclusion as to why I get a response is that those I’m acknowledging are just surprised somebody with a miserable face is being cheerful!


Please tell me I’m not alone- do any of you have a Bitchy Resting Face?!


Pictures Via Pinterset