I’ve just realised how blogging makes me feel like I’m in Sex and the City. Seeing my words appear on the screen is just like seeing Carrie’s Manhattan musings. I feel like I should insert something witty or perhaps a rhetorical question here?
My life is nothing like Sex and the City. I live in Denver. I wear old clothes that don’t fit very well on my post-baby body. I have a messy house and I never go out to eat because I have a toddler who terrorises restaurants and a baby who goes to bed at 6.30pm. And I have nothing to wear to go out to dinner anyway. Most of my clothes are actually covered in dinner.
But still, I can channel a little bit of Carrie as I sit here tappety tapping because I scraped my hair up into a topknot and for once it looks just a tiny bit good.
I’ll take that.