Wee Baby Stuff

I don't know how it happened... I used to practically instinctively pick up a copy of Vogue or Glamour or Vanity Fair; glossy pages, pretty things and advertising for shoes I can't afford... what's not to love?

But at some point I found myself staring at the shiny-skinny-girl covers in Chapters and practically hollering

"Glamour? GLAMOUR? I have poop on my shirt. Don't talk to me about Glamour."

And thus entered the realm of the parenting magazine. So far I have been given recipes for 20 minute back-to-school casseroles, informed that a soak in a bubble bath will help me de-stress, and told that it's a good idea to take a baby who is learning to walk to... (wait for the stunning revelation....) THE PARK!

Fun? Not. So. Much. These magazines make me feel bored,  patronised and occasionally intimidated (for example,  I had no idea that I should be worrying about symptoms for this months Completely Obscure Disease).

There is one notable exception, Cookie magazine is produced by the folks who also publish Domino, and it doesn't seem to assume that it's readership has recently been lobotomised. Informative and stylish, it's actually a reminder that I used to be a person before I was a Mum (with a capital M). Their website is pretty awesome too, especially these days when shelling out for non - necessities takes some justifying.

  Mmmmm. Cooooooookies.

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