The Post-Christmas Exhale

Phew!

I did it, we all did it! We shopped and wrapped, we prepared and we cooked and we pulled off all of the other 101 other things we have to do at Christmas time with our usual style. Personally I’m not one who gets stressed out by Christmas, quite the opposite in fact I refer to myself as something of a Christmas fairy and from the second week in December my house looks like a tastefully decorated grotto.

I look forward to the Xmas fayres, as busy as they are, the school plays (Taylor was an incredibly cute reindeer this year), the local events such as Santa (via Thirsk Rotary) visiting the local streets and of course the local Christmas Lights Switch On event (which this year was covered by Channel 5 and had our own Yorkshire Vets were in attendance).

Taylor as a reindeer in his school production of "Santa on Strike".
Taylor as a reindeer in his school production of “Santa on Strike”.

As much as I love the run up to Christmas and all it entails I have to admit to breathing something of a sigh of relief when it is all over. From 5pm on Christmas Eve what hasn’t been done isn’t worth worrying about. We present the boys with Christmas Eve boxes and soon-after they are off to bed.  Christmas morning (obscenely early and usually started off by an impatient me) we are all up and we have a fabulous morning together, just the four of us.
Around 10.30am we (us and all the siblings with their familie) troop a few streets from all directions to Mum & Dad’s house where we exchange gifts and after a giggle, photos, a brew and much laughter we all go home. And we stay there for as long as possible!

We stay in our PJs, the boys play with their toys, we eat, we watch TV and we just relax. Now, I don’t know how it works in your house but the majority of the Xmas preparation falls on my shoulders. I’m not complaining as Roy works right up until Xmas (and often does 12hr days at this time of year). That said, I take it upon myself to treat myself come Boxing Day / after Xmas as I believe I deserve it!

Shopping for myself is not something I do often as I can always find something else to spend money on than myself however with sales on and in particular the Dorothy Perkins sale this year I can bag myself some treats without the guilt. It’s part of the Christmas tradition for me in a way, a little shopping just for me which is a rare occurrence, despite the husband encouraging me to do it more often!

What do you do over Xmas and the days leading up New Year? Do you have the same sense of calm? Do you enjoy the sales like I do? Is this the time you visit family? I’d love to hear!

Conscious and Unconscious Uniform

Uniform can be a funny thing. For example, when it comes to school uniform some parents (and teens) dislike uniform where many find it makes life easier. I can see both sides (and I certainly take issue with the price of some secondary school uniforms that can only be bought from specialist shops) however I also find uniform to be reassuring.

Police wear uniform, as do medical staff, fire personnel, security etc. Being able to recognise someone through uniform is important and again, reassuring. Obviously, this is a case of necessity however there are other groups too, drama and sports clubs, hobby-related clubs, charities and more that choose to wear uniform in one form or another, for example, printed t-shirts. They don’t have to wear uniform but choose to because it shows that members belong to a group and that is often a point of pride.

I call this conscious uniform wearing, choosing a uniform for your work, your school and to show that you are part of a specific group. The flipside of conscious uniform is unconscious uniform wearing. Have I coined a new phrase here? Probably not! To me unconscious uniform is, almost without meaning to be, wearing a uniform despite not having to or realising that you do.

I wear an unconscious uniform. I work from home full time, occasionally taking myself off to the library to work just to take advantage of a different space to my own office but 98% of the time I work alone. Given that I work alone you would think that I’d wear PJs, slipper boots, my husband’s favourite D&D t-shirt (because I can) but I don’t. It’s only recently that I realised that I have unconsciously created a work uniform of my own.

One of the many pieces of advice people offer freelancers and anyone who works from home is to get dressed for work, even though you’re working from home. It makes sense, after all it’s more motivating (and you’re less likely to jump back into bed). My uniform consists of numerous plain smart casual tops (all the exact same style but in numerous office-friendly shades) and either my “smart” jeans or black trousers. I wear the same every work day and I hadn’t realised I was doing it. I have been donning a uniform without even thinking about it.

Do you wear a uniform, consciously or unconsciously?

This fabulous infographic ‘from promotional goods company 4imprint offers more info on the ins and outs of uniform wearing and is really quite interesting.

4imprint-deconstructing-the-uniform

PS: I’m thinking of adding dress down Friday to my working week so that I can add a new shade to my identical collection of work tops!