Sophie Griffiths

sophierymer

Lifestyle and home education blogger at Wildling Wishes, main contributor and editor for She Might Be, draws pictures for money at Rymermade on Etsy.

Posts by this author:

Medical Fatphobia: Your Doctor and Your Weight

Back in 2016, I wrote about what is so bad about my GP fat-shaming me. These kinds of posts are a bit of a mixed bag for me, because they always receive a lot of feedback – which is both wonderful, and heartbreaking. Wonderful because it is nice to know that we are all in the same boat, sharing similar experiences, and heartbreaking because it is horrible to know that we are all in the same boat, sharing similar experiences.

Interestingly, the time for the smear test I wrote about in that article has arrived, and I feel completely and utterly unable to attend. I have been to the doctor a lot in the last year, and every time I have had a blood test it has been performed by that same nurse, who has made a point of looking me up and down and sighing with disappointment every time she has seen me. I have come to realise that a lot of the problem is my own internalised fatphobia. Why is it that I can be so positive and carefree in so many other aspects of my life, but when I enter a doctor’s office I feel ashamed, and wrong, and scared of somebody pointing it out? Something inside of me still equates health with size, and then size with worth. This is so wrong for so many reasons, but the moment I enter the office of a medical professional I take 10 steps back in my journey and I feel like an absolute inconvenience and I wish I was anywhere else.

I have really struggled with working out why this is, but eventually it dawned on me – my doctors have been abusing me, and my mind is simply waiting for the next blow. I felt like maybe I was being dramatic, so I collected some data about the general experiences of fat people with medical professionals to ascertain whether or not I was just being oversensitive, or looking for problems where there were none. What I found was saddening, maddening and painfully familiar. From stories of small jabs that build up and up over time, to downright medical negligence, I was able to establish a selection of women – and 100% of the people who responded were women – who had been treated as if they were not worth appropriate medical care because of the way they looked. Their concerns were disregarded, their body types were blamed and ridiculed, and their mental health was overlooked entirely – in one case, even when in appointments directly relating to mental health. Here are some of the stories I heard.

I started with the story I shared in my last medical fatphobia post, with a few more details to boot. On top of this, I have another story that I did not share: when I was giving birth to my son, there was a horrible midwife who refused to see me as an adult. I was 22 years old, but she repeatedly spoke to my mother and husband instead of me. She asked me if social services were involved with me, and when I asked why she just shrugged and said she was surprised. When I was contracting, my mother could see my stomach harden from across the room but the midwife told me that she couldn’t be sure I wasn’t faking it because I was too fat for her to see any change. She was unhappy that the heartbeat monitor didn’t fit comfortably around my stomach. She told me she wasn’t happy with me having a bath because she couldn’t hoist me out of it. It got to ‘pushing time’ and when I told her I felt the urge, she rolled her eyes and told another doctor I was being dramatic and that there was no way I had progressed that quickly. I had gone from 6 to 10 centimetres in 30 minutes. My entire birth experience was very traumatic, and when I remember the way that horrible midwife made me feel subhuman it is just another painful memory to add to an awful situation. But unfortunately, people like her are not unique. Here’s how I know.

 

In addition to these examples, people with private accounts shared details of their difficult situations with doctors. Across the board, women found that they were insulted and denigrated because of their appearance, and the health concern that brought them to the doctor was secondary. There appears to be no rhyme or reason – nothing to suggest that men are kinder, or women are more understanding. Its just something that happens sometimes: sometimes, people are assholes. And sometimes, those assholes train to be doctors. And it is wrong and awful, and it shouldn’t fall to the abused to stand up to the abuser and tell them they are wrong – but maybe that is the only way we are ever going to see change.

So please: leave your doctors when they are mean to you. Make complaints to medical boards. Correct people when they are wrong. Set clear boundaries and do not let people cross them. Seek legal action if you feel that you have been treated unfairly.

It is time for us to be the change. Because the doctors sure aren’t willing to do it.

 

 

Follow:
This post is a collaboration.
Share:

5 Summer Holiday Stereotypes I Love to Love

We are so close to Summer I can almost taste it, and what is the best thing about Summer? Summer holidays! I haven’t been abroad in years, but we try to at least drive to a beach or something so that we feel a little bit like we’re doing something fun and exotic. As exotic as Weymouth Pier can be!

Summer

I love a BBQ and there’s nothing quite like getting the sand between your toes, but my favourite thing about Summer is the wealth of Summer Holiday Stereotypes that we get to see roaming the high streets. From half naked men as soon as the sun pops out from behind the clouds, to the lobster-red ladies who are asleep by the shore. Here are a handful of my favourite humans to people-watch every Summer!

  1. Adam Ant. No, this is not my admission of guilt: I am not stalking 80s pop icon, Adam Ant. What I am actually referring to is the number of holiday makers who sport a stunning white streak across the bridge of their nose, while the rest of their face appears vibrantly nude. I get a real kick out of the Summer Stereotype who believes that they have an invincible face except for their nose, which is just that all-important inch and a half closer to the sun.
  2. The Awkward Traveller. You definitely know the type: the traveller who doesn’t understand personal space, or who might not have washed since their last Summer holiday. Or the one who thinks that the entire carriage needs to be party to their joke or phone call. And I’m not the only person who is amused by this! Oh, and don’t even get me started on the people who eat in the most audible way humanly possible with no good reason to do so.
  3. The Strippers. I hope they don’t expect me to tuck a quid into their boxers when they walk past me while I’m out and about, because with the amount of almost-nudes you see walking down the high street on a sunny day I’d be skint in an hour. Is this an exclusively British thing? Because as soon as the sun shines, British high streets are pebble-dashed with pasty chests and t-shirt tans, and I’m left seeing more male nipple than I’d want to see in a lifetime. I won’t get political because, really, #freethenip and gender come to mind, but at least the tendency to strip off in hot weather appears to be something that is embraced by all body types! Hooray for body positivity!
  4. Dads Down Under. There is nothing I love more than a middle aged man grabbing a pair of khaki shorts and a cork-brimmed hat and looking like he thinks he’s some sort of weather-worn explorer at the origin of discovery, just because the sun is shining. Is it just me, or do they always have really knobbly knees, primed for pointing the way on their life-changing mission? Or, yknow, to the ice cream van. Both important.
  5. The Ultimate Sinners. Sandals and socks. I’ll say nothing more about it.

What Summer Holiday Stereotypes are always guaranteed to make you giggle? Or even better – are you one of these stereotypes?! We’d love to hear from you in the comments!

Follow:
This post is a collaboration.
Share:

8 Lessons I Learned As A Poll Clerk

At the beginning of May, there were a number of local elections across England. Did you know that? Because, with a turn out of around a third of eligible voters of the country, it seems that many did not. I found out about the local elections somewhere in the beginning of April when I received my poll card, and decided that I would put myself forward as a poll clerk. I somewhat naively assumed that there would be hundreds of people rushing forwards to get a paid day off from work, so when I received a hefty envelope in the post a week after applying without so much as a phone call or an interview, I was quite surprised to find that it included my training manual and some employment forms to fill out! Polling stations were open from 7am to 10pm and I was required to arrive in time to set up before hand, and stayed long enough to tidy everything away at the end. The online training made it seem really complicated (despite my 100% score, hurrah!) and in all honesty, it got to the night before the election and I started to get a bit worried. What if the long day was too long for me? What if I had no idea what I was doing? What if I sleep in?!

After a night of waking up every hour and assuming I had definitely slept in, I bounded into the community centre at 6:30am with my sleeves rolled up, ready to be part of the action. There was a buzz in the air as we rushed around sticking up posters, erecting the polling booths and making sure all of our paperwork was in order for our 7am start: I suppose it was the feeling of pride that we were now active participants in local politics, as dramatic as that sounds. We were the smiling faces that greeted the voters as they came in and changed history. And so, with our pencils in our hands and our paperwork laid out in front of us in a neat and orderly fashion, we sat up straighter in our seats and prepared ourselves for the stream of voters as it crept over into 7am. And we waited. And waited some more. And after about 11 minutes, a voter came in and gave us something to do. And this was the moment that I realised there were many lessons that I was going to learn that day – and I thought I would share them with you now!

young woman in a polling booth

  • Poll clerks can generally predict the number of voters who will arrive. 
    The presiding officers were old hats at every kind of election, from local to general and everything in between. They were quite confident that the day would ultimately result in between 400 and 500 votes to each polling station (there were two in our community centre) for a number of reasons. Firstly, it was a local election. They shared with me that local elections typically receive the least attention from voters, possibly as a result of minimal media coverage and an overwhelming sense of disconnection from local government. Another reason we were not expecting large numbers was that it was BBQ weather: if it had just been a bit cooler, explained my colleague George, more people would have been outdoors and they wouldn’t have been rushing home to get the drumsticks on the barbie. But if it had been too cold, nobody would have wanted to go outside at all. It seems silly to me that something as arbitrary as the weather can have an effect on the politics of an area, but that it did: we rounded off our day with 425 voters.
  • Being a poll clerk means pay on top of pay
    If you want to be a poll clerk and you work for your local council in any capacity, you are entitled to special leave for the day, in order to fulfil your duties as a citizen. If, like me, you don’t work for the council – book a day’s holiday! Not only do you receive a day’s wages from work, but you will earn between £100 and £300 for a day as a poll clerk depending on where you are. I earned £125 for the day, as well as  an extra £30 for completing the training. I will receive this as usual pay at the end of the month, along with a p60 because no, it is not tax free.
  • The majority of voters are too old to see any changes take effect
    That’s a really sad thing to highlight, but its true. I got excited when I saw a voter under 30 because it was such a rarity, but in actual fact the vast majority of our voters were well past retirement age. In a way, this is heart warming: it was much more difficult for them to attend the polling station, but they still made the effort. This tells me that culturally, older generations may have placed more importance on utilising your right to vote, and that is definitely a battle that we are facing with young voters today. But on the other hand, I didn’t feel that many of them had a great sense of what they were voting for. A lot of voters told me who they were voting for – and a lot of those people told me that they didn’t know who the candidates were or what they were offering, but they had just always voted one way or the other. As a poll clerk you need to remain completely impartial, so I did a lot of smiling and nodding on that day – but inside my head I was screaming ‘but it isn’t YOU who will have to deal with the the consequences of this vote’, which is maybe quite blunt of me but it is my honest opinion.
  • Poll clerks are almost their own little community
    There were two of us who were new poll clerks this year – one at each station. I was under a presiding officer who had been a poll clerk for the last 6 years and was about my age, and was working with a lovely older Irish man who had a lifetime of stories to tell. At the other station across the room was a presiding officer who had been presiding over elections for more years than she would care to remember (her words!) and a lady who had done a couple in the last few years. They all knew each other, and all welcomed us immediately as if we had been doing this with them for years. They remembered each others lives, asking ‘did you go on that trip to Bulgaria?’ and ‘how did it turn out with your Dad?’, yet hadn’t seen or spoken to each other since the last election. Everybody seemed to have genuine respect for each others lives, as well as the local voters who obviously came in year after year.
  • People feel disconnected from local politics
    Because I wasn’t going to be working as a poll clerk in my own local polling station, I applied to use a postal vote so that I could still vote on the day. When my polling card arrived and I finally found out the names of my electorates (because I had received no campaign leaflets or anything in advance), I was very disheartened to find that I actually couldn’t find anything about any of them. There was no website, or social media presence – which I just think is so important for young people to engage with you. I was not alone in my feelings. Many of the voters who arrived to vote told me that they had received no information on the people they were going to be voting for, and that they were finding out their electorates’ names for the first time when they showed up to vote. Not only this, but many people simply didn’t want to know: they knew about the presence of the biggest parties at a national level, but didn’t feel that there was much difference who was in charge at a local level.
  • Voting is not really anonymous – but that is a good thing
    I don’t know why, but I had always believed that the British vote was totally anonymous. I think back to my days taking a citizenship module at Uni and learning about what a great leap it was for the vote to become anonymous – and then I realise that it isn’t really anonymous at all. When you register to vote, you are assigned an electoral number. When you arrive to take your vote, you are handed a ballot paper. The poll clerk will write your electoral number down next to the ballot paper number, so that the government can keep a close check on which voter filled out which ballot paper. On the face of it, I was pretty horrified. However, the ability to pair a ballot with a citizen is actually pretty handy. Remember when it was almost time for Brexit and people vowed to use a pen on their ballot paper, for fear of their vote being altered? Well, in a ballot discrepancy it is possible to locate the exact ballot paper used by an individual. On top of this, if there were any threats of hate crimes or terrorism written on the ballot, for example, it would be possible to pinpoint the individual who was making these threats and report them accordingly.
  • 15 hour shifts aren’t really that long
    I’m not sure if its because I work 12 hour shifts in my usual job, but I found that my 15 hours as a poll clerk flew by. I brought enough snacks to get me through the day because my presiding officer let me know in advance that somebody tends to make a chippy run for dinner every year, so I wouldn’t need to bring a meal with me. I brought a book with me, and was able to stretch my legs a few times and take a jaunt to the local shop for a drink or just to get air. In between reading and, obviously, handing out ballot papers, I ended up just having some really great chats. There weren’t many silent moments – I’m not much of a talker, but I was content to sit back and listen for half an hour at a time for the guys to talk about travels across the world and (oddly!) different types of generators. Seriously. The majority of my time was spent making a huge dent in A Clash of Kings, and playing the new Harry Potter game on my phone whenever there were no voters indoors. We also liked to place bets on how many votes we would reach by each hour, which kept us quite entertained – though I realise now how entirely un-entertaining that actually sounds!
  • Bring fluffy socks and a cup
    So firstly – did not realise there wasn’t going to be a cup on site. Obviously everybody else had had that thought, so I sat and enviously watched them all sip on piping hot cuppas as my nose dripped in the cold. And that was the other thing; it might have been sunny outdoors, but inside the hall was really very cold. The heaters didn’t reach us across the room, and because we weren’t moving much my feet began to sting from the cold. One colleague had her husband actually drive over with her Ugg boots so she could warm herself up! The nice warm chippy dinner was pretty much the best thing in the world that day, and otherwise I just made sure I got up and walked around whenever I could. Next year I am bringing enough fluff to keep me warm for a week. I may or may not have suggested slankets.

I’m really thrilled to have been a poll clerk in the local elections this year, and I am definitely putting my name forward to join in again next time there is an election. The turnout was a bit of a disappointment, but it has really inspired me to dedicate more of my own time to encouraging others to get involved with politics – especially when it comes to educating my children about the importance of the vote.

Follow:
Share:

In Honour of Trainers

I am a sucker for a good pair of trainers. Whatever you want to call them; kicks, skids, slorps (hands up if you get the reference!), I’ve gone through every trainer trend I can think of, from the tightly laced white gym shoes (oh, 90s) to the chunky skate shoes that will always hold a special place in my heart. After years of working in retail I decided to opt for comfort, favouring memory foam or cushioned, structured soles that would support my feet on the longest of days. Plantar fasciitis is super common – many of you who are reading this probably have it and don’t even realise, especially if you are on your feet all day! – and I am loving how easy it is becoming to find properly structured shoes that actually look fashionable. I am in love with the pastels and bright colours coming from Adidas right now, with a good chunky sole to boot (see what I did there?), so I decided to put together a guide to my favourite trainers from Adidas.

 

red and black adidas trainers

red and black adidas trainers

I don’t believe in the idea of male and female products at the best of times, but when it comes to footwear I always like to have a look in the section designated to men. This is particularly useful to do if you have wide feet (like Isha) or 9+ feet (like Kitty). These ‘Adventure’ shoes are definitely inspired by Japanese fashion, and I think they look super modern and cool. The ankle has a kind of sock that means your shoes aren’t going to rub, and they are going to offer you the correct ankle support for your needs.

lilac and white adidas trainers

lilac and white adidas trainers

I am beyond obsessed with the colour of these gorgeous trainers. You can never go wrong with a pastel, and this sweet purple brings me images of Parma Violets and long afternoons in the sunshine. The sole looks amazingly cushioned, and the shoe itself seems lightweight yet supportive – so whether you’re a runner or somebody who works in a bakery (I speak from experience!) your feet get enough ventilation that they don’t get overheated and start to ache.

aqua and white adidas trainers

aqua and white adidas trainers

I’ll admit it. These primeknit trainers look a little bizarre. I was on board with the unusual fastenings, and the colour is actually pretty close to perfection, but the ankle feels a little bit claustrophobic to me. I did a bit of research, though, and this shoe has been carefully designed to be arguably the most supportive of the bunch. The primeknit wraps your foot almost like a bandage, so it can adapt to the support your foot most needs, and the rubber outsole is ideal for cushioning every stride.

Which trainers are you coveting right now? Do you prioritise comfort or fashion – or both, like Adidas?!

Follow:
This post is a collaboration.
Share:

Garden Goals Pt. 2

Another month, another post where I lust after gardens. As ever, Pinterest has been my best friend in my future home planning, and as we inch closer to Summer I’m seeing bloggers and vloggers start preparing their gardens for the sunny days ahead and I can’t get enough of it. I haven’t even got a garden and yet I’m looking at garden furniture deals at Groupon and filling up my wishlists with amazing products. Here are some of my garden must-haves as we tiptoe closer and closer to Summer 2018.

My ultimate garden goal is a firepit. For one thing – toasted marshmallows, hello! And I can’t imagine anything better than rounding off an amazing Summer BBQ by snuggling up around a firepit and sharing some drinks with some friends. I can practically taste the fruity cider already.

I’m actually thinking I need to grab this gazebo right now regardless of not having a garden because that discount is amazing. I have an old gazebo that we take along with us when we head to the nearby BBQ spot in the Summer, because it just gives our family a bit of privacy and shade. I could definitely do with a replacement, and I think this KD Gazebo might be my new best friend!

Georgina, size 24, in a purple robe in front of a hot tub in the garden

Georgina, size 24, in a purple robe in front of a hot tub in the garden

Ever since GG got herself an amazing hot tub, I have been doing two things: lusting enviously after it, and dropping hints like they’re hot. I am definitely grabbing a swimsuit and heading up to GG’s at some point this Summer because it looks absolutely amazing. I love the idea of being able to completely relax in your garden on a baking hot day – plus, what better excuse is there for a plus size swimwear photoshoot?!

And no garden is complete without a game of swing ball, right?! We love swing ball so much that we actually bought one for people to play with at our wedding, and we keep it in the boot of our car all Summer and take it out at any green area we visit. I’d love to collect a few more lawn games – regardless of not actually having a lawn!

What furniture or equipment do you ‘need’ for your garden?

Follow:
Share:

My Favourite Holiday Moments

I have been pretty blessed in my life. I have been on some amazing holidays. I haven’t been anywhere particularly exotic – for a start, I have never left Europe! – but even our holidays within Britain have had some pretty great moments. We’ve got a family holiday booked in Cornwall for the week after I hand in my dissertation (October!) as a bit of a reward/way to blow off steam, and I thought it would be fun to look at some of my other favourite holidays.

My most recent holiday actually didn’t go according to plan. It wasn’t a holiday really; the company that I work for was bought by a European company and we were all flown out to Mallorca for team building. I was excited for months to lounge by the pool, and I was even willing to get stuck in to the lame team building stuff in exchange for, yknow, actually being in Spain. Alas, on the flight to Mallorca I was coughing and spluttering and said those famous last words: “I am NOT getting ill”. I had a raging fever which was made so much worse by the Spanish heat, I spent almost all day and night in bed and I think I only went to the pool once and it ended up making me feel worse. What a waste. I’m desperate to make up for it, and would love to book some sort of package deal to Spain with Holiday Gems so I get to actually bask in the Spanish sun and finally make the most of that open bar that the rest of my team seemed to be enjoying so much!

It isn’t all bad, though! The two other places I have been in Europe are France and Italy (which was on a school trip). I went to Paris with my Mum and Auntie for my 16th birthday, and that trip was fantastic. And I’ve been lucky enough to have been to Disneyland Paris as a teenager! Here’s a sneaky holiday snap of me and my brothers. I think I was around 15 when we went, and I would love to go again just so I can see the wonder on my kids’ faces.

holiday photo with goofy character

holiday photo with goofy character

We’ve had some pretty great holidays in Britain, too. My kids are quite lucky because both sets of grandparents live by beaches, just at opposite ends of the United Kingdom. So while we don’t get up to the north of Scotland to see my family very much, my in-laws live in Dorset and we love to pack ourselves up on a sunny day and spend the day at the seaside. We also had an amazing trip to Center Parcs a few years ago; when the Woburn Forest branch opened, they requested that somebody from the company I used to work for go and review their stay, so of course I jumped at the chance of a complementary family holiday. I’m so glad we did it. It was only a three day holiday, yet we have so many amazing memories from that time and I think we are all still really keen to go back as soon as we can. We spent the majority of our time as a family hanging out in the pool, enjoying the wave machine and river rapids most of all. We went on flumes – and, funny story, those huge flumes where you sit in a doughnut and you go up the inside wall of the slide before falling down onto the water again? I fell out of my doughnut in midair! – and spent our evenings in gorgeous restaurants. My husband and my daughter did some archery, while I took advantage of the spa! I did have to attend a press seminar one morning but they provided a breakfast that was so good I swear I can still taste it four years later. Here’s another holiday snap – this time, a phone picture of me trying to capture our living room in the reflection of the lampshade hanging over our dining room table. Such a gorgeous cabin.

holiday photo of reflection of cabin in a lampshade

holiday photo of reflection of cabin in a lampshade

I feel like when you have an amazing holiday, it never leaves you; a part of you is always reliving that magic, that warmth, that family feel – or whatever it is you loved about it the most. What are some of your favourite holidays?

Follow:
This post is a collaboration.
Share:

Garden Goals

As many SMB readers will know, I am living in a permanent state of ‘desperate to move house’. I’ve spoken about my desire to give my home a makeover before, but in reality all I want to do is move away to a quiet little cottage somewhere with a pretty garden and a peaceful view. Or a mansion. I’d also be happy with a mansion.

What does Sophie do when she can’t get what she wants? She plans. I swear, I go on Rightmove as a hobby and there are more folders for DIY and home decor in my bookmarks tab than anything else. Living in a second floor flat means that I am currently obsessed with having a garden, and dreaming of all of the ways I could use that space. Here are some of my current dreams and goals for when I am the proud owner of some outdoor space – and the book, film and TV programme that serve as my constant inspiration.

Garden Goals

Now, I’m not saying I should live on Wisteria Lane, but I do have a penchant for drama and a love for freshly-cut grass. I won’t be employing a gardener and I imagine its difficult to push a lawnmower while you’re sipping on a cocktail, so I think fake grass is the only way to go. Perfectly green, perfectly short, and an amazing base for all of those garden parties you are definitely going to want to be throwing in your perfectly perfect garden.

Hands up if you remember Harriet the Spy! There was a scene where Golly took Harriet, Sport and Janie to a curious garden filled with a variety of percussion, gorgeous plants, colourful windmills and those unlabelled bottles of whatever the hell Harriet downed a whole bottle of. And bubbles! So many bubbles. It always fascinated me as a child and, while I’d personally enjoy a garden that was a little bit more organised than that, I love the idea of setting up a miniature wonderland for my kids to explore and relish in showing off to their friends.

When I was a little girl, the Enchanted Forest was my safe space. Moon Face and Silkie and Saucepan Man were among my best friends, and I burned with jealousy when I read about the children who only had to walk to the end of their garden and they were already halfway to the Faraway Tree. Outside of Enid Blyton’s world, my real-life best friend’s house was surrounded by land of various terrains – trees, creeks, old barns, fields – and we would spend each weekend seeing how far our adventures would take us. I would love to have a garden that verged on some sort forest so that there were endless opportunities for adventures and family walks. I’m still a big kid at heart!

What does your dream garden look like? Have you always fantasized about a garden from a film or a book? 

Follow:
This post is a collaboration.
Share:

Top Tips for Moving House

Moving house is super exciting. Knowing that you’re on the verge of stepping in to bigger and better things can be so exciting – but other than death and divorce, moving is also the most stressful and potentially traumatic things that adults have to experience. Leaving your comfort zone is terrifying at the best of times, but knowing you can never go back takes it to another level – nevermind the huge financial strain that moving house can put on your family. I’ve moved house a number of times. When I was a young’un who had no ties, I could be known to decide overnight that I was moving, pack up my things and start all over again. So I thought I would look back at the most important four things I always made sure I would remember when I was moving; hopefully these will help you too!

moving

As soon as you get the green light to move home, you need to start thinking about the things you really need to take with you in this new stage of your life. I’m not saying you need to start thinking about sparking joy or anything like that – but if you’re starting a new chapter anyway, maybe this is the perfect time to get rid of any clutter that’s bogging you down! If nothing else, it’ll save you money if you have fewer possessions to take with you.

moving

Traffic can get pretty stressful over the weekend, and especially during school holidays – but when you’ve got a brand new home that needs paying for and decorating, you really want to take as little time off work as possible. Should you move house on Friday, you’ll have time to get yourself a bed and possibly some sort of equipment for eating and bathing so that you’re as refreshed as possible before work at the beginning of the next week. You might even get the chance to throw on a lick of paint or two!

moving

You know those friends who say “let me know if you ever need anything”? It’s time to put them to the test, because this is the ultimate ‘anything’ that you are likely to need. Extra arms are always useful for helping to carry, and if you’ve got kids then ask a friend to keep them occupied for a few hours so you have time to go through their toys and be ruthless. While it’s great to save costs while you’re moving, too, its always worth looking in to hiring a van for a day to make things run as seamlessly as possible.

moving

Once you get in to your new house, there is an urge to get everything completed and looking like ‘home’ before your feet even hit the floor. Here’s the thing though: assuming you’re going to be there for a long time, rushing through the decoration is only going to give you a greater headache on moving day and increase the trauma of the entire experience tenfold. List the tasks you feel are most important and give yourself a year to complete them. It seems like such a long time, but what is one year if you’re going to live somewhere for 20? At least this way you can enjoy developing your home at your own pace, rather than rushing through and growing to resent it.

Have you moved house several times? What are your top tips for the big leap?

Follow:
This post is a collaboration.
Share: