There's a distinct lack of glamour on this blog.
I've come to this conclusion after spending a whole morning reading beauty blogs for a project I'm working on.
I'm suddenly feeling a little old and a little frumpy.
The blogs and the writers are all very glamorous and many feature some stunning photographs of the latest beauty products and make-up ranges.
They've taught me a lot.
I may have missed something somewhere along the line, but a recent email from BritMums alerted me to a new campaign called Mums Stands Together aimed at encouraging mums to support and respect each other. There are further details on the The Mummy Whisperer’s BritMums post - Stop Slagging off Your Sister!
The email from BritMums arrived in my inbox on my way home from the school run, and I have to admit to feeling a little deflated. I’d logged onto Twitter earlier that afternoon feeling isolated working from at home, and I’d been greeted with a fun and friendly community that gave me a much-needed boost, as Twitter often does.
So it came as a blow to discover there is a need for a campaign to bring mums together and support each other. I’d been completely unaware.
It was the year one seven-year-old girl predicted the end of the world, but later admitted she'd got her dates wrong. Apparently it’s next year. Just as well we lived 2011 to the full then.
There have been some noticeable highlights in another blogging year that has proved even more unpredictable and varied than the last. According to IJ these include watching me lug a massive box of Scalextric half way across London, touching dinosaur vomit at the Guinness World Records HQ and our day out at London Zoo courtesy of Vosene.
Not forgetting a visit to Alexandra Palace where Jumbo Toys introduced us to their new ipieces range for the ipad, and IJ took to the ice for the first time.
It's the night before Christmas and we are suitably attired in our festive knitwear - a dazzling combination of matching jumpers, scarfs, socks and bobble hats.
I've opted for a brown reindeer jumper design on a luminous orange background. IJ, embarrassed by my refusal to take off my striped bobble hat, has opted for a more toned down version of the same design with a more muted colour scheme.
However some of our behaviour genuinely has been totally out of character. We have been engaging in a spot of Christmas crafting. Clearly the sense of occasion has overwhelmed us. Or possibly we are coming down with something. Nevertheless paint has touched paper and glitter has been thrown in for good measure.
IJ has been having some last minute Santa doubts. Apparently most of her friends are under the impression that he isn't real. This of course is absolute nonsense. Have they not watched The Polar Express? Another viewing this evening will help cast those doubts aside.
So we are just about ready. All presents have been wrapped. Extended family are on their way and everything is in perfect running order, although a quite glance at our fireplace reveals that I still haven't changed the clock since the hour changed some months ago. But no matter. Santa will be none the wiser I’m sure.
I’m logging off, not because it’s late or because there’s been a small consumption of Christmas sherry, but because I had hear bells and hooves and if I am very very quiet there seems to be someone on our roof.
So I’m off to unblock the chimney.
Wishing you and your loved ones a very Happy Christmas!