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As I was trying to improve my ‘About’ page, I got thinking about myself and events that had marked my life.

When I was born, life was orange and brown.

Newborn Mel

At 7 months, I was already into dressing up.

Never too young to start dessing up

At 8 months, I was a messy eater.

Messy Eater

At 9 months, I started walking.

At 10 months, my ears got pierced.

At 13 months, I had a go at skiing for the first time.

At 15 months, I was a flower girl.

At 18 months, I was potty trained and went on my first camping holiday.


At 2, I started nursery school.

At 3, my mum and I moved into the house where I grew up.

At 4 I got my first ‘job’ grape-picking and was paid 5 francs per basket.

At 5, I loved pretending I was a teacher.


At 6, I had chicken pox.

At 7, I learnt to swim.

At 8, I went on a plane for the first time.

At 9, my brother was born.

At 10, I went on a black slope for the first time.

At 11, I started learning English.

At 12, I discovered Queen. I have loved rock music since then.

At 13, I spent a week in London with my mum.

At 14, I spent a week in an English family near Portsmouth and was puzzled by the food, the shower I could not turn on, the toilet in the bathroom.

At 15, my second brother was born, followed by our baby brother a year later.

At 16, I tried windsurfing. Let’s never speak of that again.

Windsurfing... not my thing

At 17, I was banned from yoga class and went to my first concert.

At 18, I checked my Bac results (A-Levels) on the Minitel. With my driver’s licence in hand, I started working odd shifts in a drugs factory and drove all the way to the Alps in my mum’s Ford Escort.


At 19, I moved to Paris to study English and bought my first mobile phone.

At 20, I worked as a nanny after a short-lived career in a greasy fast-food.

At 21, I moved to London after graduating and became a language assistant.

At 22, I studied French as a Foreign Language in Aix-en-Provence.

At 23, PGCE certificate in hand, I became a teacher.

At 24, I went on a 6,000 kilometre road trip around Europe. I realised that chasing thunderstorms, sleeping in the car and taking showers on the beach were not my idea of a holiday. My then boyfriend (now Hubby, would you believe it), loved every minute of it.

At 25, I went to Glastonbury. My dad passed away just before Christmas that year.


At 26, I got married.

Wedding Day

At 27, I bought my second-hand Mini Cooper. After our niece’s lively fourth birthday party, I declared I was not ready for children just yet. Not long after, I realised I was pregnant with Crevette, and I was over the moon!

At 28, I discovered unconditional love after hours of delirium caused by gas and air.

At 29, I bought my much-loved Canon camera.

At 30, I had the most relaxed, pain-free labour you could imagine when Beanie was born.

At 31, I had a fish pedicure and I would not recommend it.

Fish Pedicure

At 32, I had my first stay in hospital ever when four week old Jumpy had Pneumonia. Strangely enough, that cured my  fear of hospitals.

At 33, I made macarons for the first time.

French Party - The Food - Blue, White, Red Macarons

At 34, I gave birth to my fourth baby on the bathroom floor.

At 35, I made croissants.

Recently, the lovely ReneéLouise and Shannon tagged me for memes, so I thought I would share a few things about myself. I will not tag anyone else, but feel free to do something similar if you feel like it. I loved doing it!

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  1. The Free From Fairy
    04/03/2015 / 1:22 pm

    You totally rock! I can’t believe that you have something for every year of your life. I don’t think I could do that. Fish pedicures…they were a shortlived thing weren’t they?! I guess your comment explains why!

    • Mel
      04/03/2015 / 1:26 pm

      Those fish pedicures are dreadful, seriously. I only did it to prove to myself I could let fish touch me (cannot stand it!), but I ended up with incredibly dry feet for months and months. It took a few pedicures to get my feet to normal.

  2. Maria from Collecting Moments
    04/03/2015 / 2:54 pm

    This is such a great way to share a bit about yourself. I truly enjoyed reading through your milestones. Though the fish pedicure did have me curious–it looks intriguing, but I’m not sure I’m quite brave enough to try. Thank you for such a great post!

    • Mel
      05/03/2015 / 5:19 pm

      Avoid a fish pedicure at all costs: unhygienic, no benefits for your feet, expensive…

  3. suzanne3childrenandit
    04/03/2015 / 5:06 pm

    What an interesting life you led Mel! We have certain similarities – I went to France for a few years and taught English as a foreign language. I got married at 26 and declared that I was not ready for children (later to discover i was already pregnant!) at 27. Lovely pictures 🙂

    • Mel
      06/03/2015 / 11:30 pm

      Brilliant! Do you still get to speak French regularly? x

    • Mel
      05/03/2015 / 11:00 am

      Thanks Emma x

  4. 05/03/2015 / 4:28 pm

    Hi Mel, I love knowing more about people. I am so curious! Usually, I look at the Facebook & Linkedin pages & every other info I can get on Internet but your introspection is so much more personal. I feel I now know you a bit more. Thanks for this truly BRILLIANT Blog post!

    • Mel
      05/03/2015 / 4:58 pm

      Alexandra, your comment is so lovely, thank you! It is the first time I have revealed so much about myself, and I think it was time as I have been blogging for just over a year now. x

      • 06/03/2015 / 9:31 pm

        Love this post, such a fantastic introduction. So sorry to read about your dad Mel …Just wanted to tell you that too, in the midst of all the lovely stuff <3

        • Mel
          06/03/2015 / 9:33 pm

          Thanks honey. His heart attack was so sudden he didn’t even realise what was happening. He was in his garden planting stuff and had a big smile on his face. Better way to go than months and months of suffering, even though he was way, way too young (48).

  5. 06/03/2015 / 5:18 am

    How fun-I may copy you on this if you do not mind. Thank you for stopping by. Where you raised in France? I love that you made croissants. That is great. I have yet to experiment making croissants. Fish pedicure-no interest too weird for me. Sorry about losing your Dad-I lost my mum last year at 50 1/2-it was difficult. We also lost our cat and almost lost my husband’s mum-it was a horrible year. Why were you banned from yoga-I did not know that was possible. ha ha -I am sure there is a good story.

    • Mel
      06/03/2015 / 10:21 pm

      I grew up in the champagne region, and moved to London when I was 21. I would definitely advise you to stay away from fish pedicures at all costs. Croissants are delicious, but if you have a French bakery nearby, I would stick with that: easier, and you do not see the amount of butter that goes in them! My dad was 48. Life can be so short; we really have to make the most of it. As for yoga, I was young and stupid, and I could not stop laughing when everyone was trying to focus and relax…

  6. 06/03/2015 / 10:38 am

    What a beautiful life you have lead and so cute too right from the very start. Lovely post. Thank you so much for linking up to Share With Me #sharewithme

    • Mel
      06/03/2015 / 9:42 pm

      It has been pretty good so far I have to say!

    • Mel
      13/03/2015 / 10:18 pm

      I was! I cannot imagine my little Wriggly walking now! She has just started crawling and she is too cute for words!

  7. tracey at Mummyshire
    05/04/2015 / 11:25 pm

    Oh I just love this! What a fantastic ‘ramble’ through your past and a brilliant way to capture it all. Lovely xx

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