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Have you heard of ‘October Theory’? It’s app

Have you heard of ‘October Theory’? It’s apparently a sort of reset month, like a ‘mini January’ or a ‘second New Year’s’. Or so the theory goes. I don’t know if I buy it, but after hearing about it I was prompted to go back through all my October photos from the past decade, thus losing the next few hours of my life down a rabbit hole of nostalgia. It was fun though, trawling through the memories. I rarely take the time to do that. So many things and photos I had totally forgotten about.

So here is one photo for each of the previous ten Octobers:

2014 - wide-eyed baby Theo. I’m often shocked when I see photos of him at this age. I somehow forgot about his angelic white blonde ringlets. Such a contrast to the dead straight dark brown hair currently atop his head.

2015 - First visit to our household from the tooth fairy. It was a big deal.

2016 - Theo sans his angel locks, but still just a wide-eyed boy.

2017 - A self portrait of me at 27 weeks pregnant with Jude. I snuck the other two kids in the photo too.

2018 - That baby bump magically transformed into this roly-poly hunk of delectable chunk.

2019 - A trio of troublemakers.

2020 - A car ride home from the beach at sunset. Some of my favourite memories are from these balmy, Spring and Summer afternoons.

2021 - Our first and last attempt at carving a pumpkin. It always looks easier than it is. I’m surprised no one lost a finger.

2022 - My chunky baby transformed into this lanky boy, seemingly overnight.

2023 - A trio of troublemakers, 4 years on.

August outtakes: 1. I’ve been inextricably draw

August outtakes:

1. I’ve been inextricably drawn to this song lately and I’ve only just discovered it was the number one song the year I was born. Fun fact.
2. My new favourite shirt. I dream to one day have the same amount of unselfconscious awkwardness that Louis has. At the moment I just have a very conscious level of awkwardness.
3. Lucy looking at me with an appropriate amount of confusion and pity.
4. When our wisteria blooms it’s always a welcome sign that Spring is here.
5. Am I too late to the ‘very demure’ thing, or was that like three weeks ago now? I’m too old to keep up.
6. I took the kids to see Bettlejuice Bettlejuice and I found it unexpectedly enjoyable. The sugar helped.
7. Just another Zeppelin shirt. I also think I’m addicted to Depop. Seriously, I need an intervention.

I was trying to get a photo of my necklace but my

I was trying to get a photo of my necklace but my aim was wildly off. And this is the only photo I got that was even a tiny bit in focus. I guess that’s why they invented tripods. But I kinda like it anyway. Some of my favourite photos are ‘accidents’.

While searching for something to watch over the we

While searching for something to watch over the weekend I came across a series called ‘The secret lives of Mormon wives.’ From the title alone I immediately assumed that this might be some sort of hard-hitting documentary. And even though the banner image of eight immaculate, over-airbrushed women posing like they're Victoria Secrets models seemed to be a little incongruous with my interpretation of the title, I ignored this obvious red flag and proceeded to press play. As quickly as the opening sequence began, I realised that I had indeed been mistaken. This wasn’t a docuseries at all but rather it’s poor, tasteless cousin, the reality TV show. As disappointed as I was, I was also tired of searching for something to watch and, dare I say it, I was even a little intrigued. So, I gave in to my base desires, submitting to being manipulated by the manufactured drama of it all. At one point during the show, I had a moment when I suddenly stopped and thought, ‘wait …. am I somehow racist against young, beautiful white women?’ I couldn’t tell most of them apart, they all looked the same. There was the pregnant lady, the token black lady (who, shock, really doesn’t get much of a look-in at all) and then a bunch of skinny, blondish-brunetish white women with almost identical personalities. At one point, one of these women dyed her hair red and I rejoiced: ‘Ok, so now I have the red haired lady, the pregnant lady and the token black lady’. But my excitement was short-lived. As soon as she had dyed her hair red it was back to being blonde. I guess red wasn’t generic enough? But this was the least of my problems with this show. At one point I felt like screaming profanities when one of the obviously abusive men in the show tried to justify his behaviour to his partner with the line, ‘I love you. I love you too much, that’s my problem’. I think we can all agree, his abundance of love for her was not the problem. And don’t even get me started on the labiaplasty business. So, yeah, I think it’s safe to say I fully gave myself over to being manipulated and rage-baited. I really only have myself to blame.

Did anyone else accidentally on purpose hate watch this show?

One of my favourite spots with my favourite humans

One of my favourite spots with my favourite humans ❤️

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