Miss Lolo Blog

Miss Lolo Blog

Mumtedoctor, Mumtearchitect, Mumtelawyer

Mumtedoctor, Mumtearchitect, Mumtelawyer

There was a saying that was trending a few years ago that I had hoped was long ago buried; to my shock horror, I’ve seen it popping back up on soci...

Don't Send Me Flowers

Don't Send Me Flowers

My blog this week follows on from a post I did earlier last week in regards to how to deal with a friend who is diagnosed with Cancer. I fielded a lot of questions around what to say and what to do to help so have decided to put together a list of 13 simple Do’s and Don’ts:

Virgin

Virgin

I’m a persistent pain in the butt in everything I do … whether it’s emailing Richard Branson 300 times...

Not a Complete Moron

Not a Complete Moron

Don’t get me wrong it’s not easy making that decision to just get on, there is loads of stuff that needs to be put to one side (namely your pride). When you stand back at look at the situation with fresh eyes you’ll learn that the ex or the ex’s partner is more than likely not a complete moron, actually has the same fundamental core beliefs of raising the children to be decent human beings and while their life may be different from yours at the end of the day they’re not bad people.

Tattoos, piercings and weird hair cuts

Tattoos, piercings and weird hair cuts

My question is what should I look like? Because I’m late 30’s and a mother should I now look a certain way? Are tattoos and piercings and weird hair-cuts and colours suddenly out of bounds? Should I refine my appearance to appease the restrictions society has placed on women? … I say “(enter expletive here) no!!!!”.

The long lost Kardashian sister

The long lost Kardashian sister

I struggle with the phrase “social media influencer”. In all honesty, what is that?

I totally get I’m clearly not in the demographic that this new social media phenomenon is targeted at but as a mother of 4 daughters, these “influencers” scare the beejesus out of me!

Dimply Butt and Chaffing Thighs

Dimply Butt and Chaffing Thighs

For starters I’m minus a nipple (cancer took care of that one), my left breast is actually my back (thanks to modern medicine), my back in the words of a South African nurse, “resembles that of a shark attack victim” (once again you can thank the Big C for that one!), I have a lump in my left armpit due to lymph nodes being removed and a muscle being twisted (on purpose) during the reconstruction. And let’s not forget the jiggly stomach I thank the kids for. Naked, it’s a big old mess!

Marmite

Marmite

There a saying I’ve always liked …. “You want your brand to be like marmite. Love it or hate it you know exactly who it is.”

I fear this not only sums up Miss Lolo in a nutshell but me also as a person.

Tie a knot and hang on

Tie a knot and hang on

It’s been a tough couple of months … trying to helm a very fast growing business and crossing your fingers and toes that you’ve made the right decision … only to realise that these decisions you’ve made in fact haven’t been the right one at all and you’ve let 63,000 followers down. It’s a hard pill to swallow to learn you’ve lost money to international suppliers, orders are going to be delayed or even worse not fulfilled at all and everything you’ve worked so hard for is being derailed by obstacles completely out of your control.

 

The 10-pound Baby

The 10-pound Baby

The time was 12:10 on a Saturday afternoon. I’d just pushed out a 10-pound baby in a very fast delivery time. I was stitched up like a Christmas turkey, eating dry toast and willing myself to pee so I could get home.

The Eternal Optimist

The Eternal Optimist

My husband will tell you I have one major character flaw (others will probably tell you I have many!). It’s something he affectionately refers to as ‘expectation verse reality’ disorder. In other word’s I was born without the ability to be realistic in pretty much everything I do.

Employable I was not, learning to fly

Employable I was not, learning to fly

Employable I was not. Between my pink African braids, eyebrow and lip piercings and tattoos I wasn’t what you would call a ‘prime candidate’. I went to Uni and managed to get an Advertising Degree thinking I’d easily slip into a creative role. I was wrong. I even sent one CV in on a toilet roll (I’m serious) and still couldn’t get a job. (Who could resist that job application!?).
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