If you live in Britain too, you may have noticed something strange, after the snow(!), at the the weekend, something has changed, there is…….wait for it……sun! Yes, real hot, yellowy ball of fire in the sky sun. And it’s hot! Sort of summer hot.


This has prompted the emergence of… The Summer Mumma. Mums across the country, (myself included), have been given very little time to get ‘summer ready’. Something that as a teen, may have taken you a good deal longer, a new haircut, possibly some highlights, you might have exfoliated, maybe fake tanned, chosen polish in the latest colours for your manicure and pedicure that you relaxed over, possibly reading magazines to see what was ‘in’ fashion-wise, in preparation for your weekend of lazy mornings and shopping trips for a new summer wardrobe and relaxed days lounging in the garden.

None of the above for the ‘Summer Mumma’ I’m afraid! Oh no, the summer ready process is far far shorter for her. If you’re anything like me, it may go a little something like this;

The clothing:

You will have spent all your time and effort on new gorgeous clothing for your children. As mentioned in the comments on one of my previous post, when us Mums go shopping now, it is rare for us to arrive home with anything for ourselves. After dressing our children in their adorable, bang on trend, funky, cute clothing, you will pull on your twelve year old cropped jeans and a vest top with an unravelling hem. If you’re feeling fancy, it may be the skirt from the White stuff sale that is a little uncomfortable on the oddly cut waistband, but you didn’t try it on in the shop as you had the buggy and never got round to taking back.

The body prep:

There is a very good chance that only the bottom third of your legs has been shaved. After all, that is all that is visible under your cropped jeans/3’4 length skirt. Plus you had approximately 3 minutes to complete your shower as one child was attempting to belay whilst the other abseiled the staircase using your belt. As an afterthought, you slather moisturiser on the parts of you that are showing because your skin looks very like the dried up riverbed photos on a David Attenborough show. (Which you only notice when stepping out of the door into the bright bright sunlight and have to dash back in to fix).

Cropped jeans also mean flipflops. Oh wait, used to mean flipflops. Now means the pretty ugly looking things that are so much better for your posture and prevent you getting the pain in your hip that your others gave you. which made it necessity to switch but also made your inner teenager weep a little.

This means feet on show. Feet that have spent 6 months hiding in socks and boots. There is a chance you have a whizzy foot sander that you saw on a bargain page and only gets an outing roughly once a year, the time you first see the sun. A quick once over with that, a hurried trim of the nails and a coat of whichever polish in the cupboard that hasn’t gone gloopy. This will go on over the historical layers of previous chipped paint jobs until a day when you have a chance to take it all off properly. (Seriously, when did I have metallic green toenails? For a wedding when? That long ago? Oh.) Hopefully you will have remembered to shave your toes when you were doing your ankles, if not, it might be a quick trim with the nail scissors!

And that’s about it really. Except maybe suncream. Which you will unearth from the back of the cupboard and realise that the greek text means it is probably far older then is recommended. Your children will get new posh fancy stuff obviously, but a look at the prices means that you go for whatever is on offer. Even if it smells slightly suspect.

I had one day in the garden yesterday. Looking in the mirror in the evening, I was pretty amazed to see that I had actually caught some colour across my forehead and my freckles were out, in one day!

On closer inspection, it was actually just because I’d pushed my hair off my face after planting some stuff in the garden. Bit like a festival tan really!

If you are still struggling to spot the Summer Mumma on your travels, there is a very good chance that she will be wearing sunglasses that are scratched and finger printed and she will also be laden down with extra clothing; ‘just in case’.  This leads me neatly onto a little cartoon I drew up the other day after some eventful days out struggling with the weather!



Here’s hoping the sun is here to stay. I’m almost ready to swap my wardrobes. The summer one not looking quite so fresh as I’d hoped, namely because it was November before I got round to putting it away! 😀