A twitter thread about the not-so-easy side of pregnancy and childbirth swept the social media streets a few weeks ago. It caused quite the whirlwind.
Well, I found it to be refreshingly honest albeit brutally disillusioning, but in a very good way. It was necessary to hear the other side of the female experience, I felt “saved” from the danger of a single story.
Recently, I’ve begun to question that I even have sufficient maternal instinct. I mean, my own mother would (more…)
The Nedoux Sewing Club turned one recently, and I kicked off a series of lovely giveaways, a few weeks ago, to say thank you for the support and encouragement this past year.
It’s happening on Instagram.
The 13th NSC Sewing Workshop took place in July. It’s been a year of learning and growth, and I’m very grateful to be on this journey.
Thank you !
I was doing the online rounds just before going to bed on a Friday night when I stumbled on a post on BellaNaija inviting readers to participate in a contest for a chance to win tickets to attend the Isoken Grand Premiere in Lagos.
In my former introverted life, I wouldn’t have even considered doing this. I would have simply browsed the page disinterestedly and quickly moved on to the next post.
Well, I’ve learned that life is for the living and you never really know what might happen if only you tried. And so I did. I submitted my entry and…
Sew, one finally took the plunge and did this. The fear of my mild stutter held me back for so long. Well, I broke free and did it regardless of the requisite many takes that you’ll never see while gazing at the bright wall decor and signature red lips.
I’ve learned that perfection is overrated, what truly matters is one’s genuine passion to inspire and remind others to be more, learn more and do more.
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So, when I saw that Paper magazine cover of a stark full-frontal naked reality TV star, along with her well-oiled, beautiful posterior, my reaction was a peculiar blend of evenly-measured giggle and wince.
Then, I reflexively crossed my legs and clutched my own breasts protectively even though I was fully clothed at the time. I decided to think carefully about why my own legs came together of their own volition.
Did I cross them because I imagined that it was I splayed across that magazine cover and the thought of globally exposing the pencilled-in stretch marks on my modest bottom was a bit too much for my heart to bear? Yes. (more…)
When I see an interesting garment, I mentally take it apart and analyse the fabric and pattern pieces. I enjoy the thrill from challenging myself to replicate the style, if only in my head.
Likewise, I hope our Ogas-at-the-top squeal with glee (I recommend a high-pitched “weeeeeee”) and then proceed to challenge themselves to replicate when they see interesting countries where systems and processes work beautifully for the benefit of all.
Switzerland seems like a fine model, and there isn’t a patent or copyright law on countries as far as I know. Besides, imitation is supposedly the best form of flattery.
So, Dear Nigerian leaders, kindly flatter the Swiss, make them blush so hard from your flattery, that Mac Cosmetics would feel compelled to release a limited edition lip colour (preferably matte) aptly named “Swiss Red”, matching the distinct shade of a blushing, flattered Swiss.
Their response to my gleeful “Happy New Year!” was a just-as-gleeful, well-meaning and pulsatingly pregnant “This is the year that we’ll come to eat your rice!”
Totally unrelated but perhaps a co-traveller on the same locomotive train faithfully conveying my thoughts, I’ve often wondered about the enigma; Why do long-married couples start to look alike?
Well, after much pondering, I’m convinced that I just might have cracked the code to finding The One that one grows old and withered with. Alas, it’s hardly complicated:
Step 1. Spot a prospective “The One”.