T2 Tea for me.


I am a HUGE lover of tea and tea pots. HUGE.
So my brother and sister-in-law hit the nail on the head when they recently gave me a lovely new tea pot and some T2 tea as a birthday gift! This is my first time trying T2 tea, and I knew it would be love at first sip just from sniffing the box as I took it out of the wrapping paper. The kind I’m trying tonight is Monk Pear. It’s deliciously fragrant! It’s a lovely Chinese black tea that has hits of Bergamot, sweet pear and jasmine blossoms. Deeeelish! I feel so content sipping this tea, feeling the warmth of the cup in my hands. I’m so relaxed.


‘Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves – slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future’. – Tich Nat Hahn.

This is how I’m drinking my tea tonight. It’s giving me a stillness similar to after meditation. I guess there’s a certain ritual in drinking hot tea. The breath is slow and even between sips. And time slows as I sit, relax, knowing my children are safely tucked away in their beds.


‘A Proper Tea is much nicer than a Very Nearly Tea, which is one you forget about afterwards’. – A. A. Milne.

T2 Monk Pear is definitely a Proper Tea. One that I will be remembering every night and look forward to embracing before my bed calls me to sleep.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had tea this good!

xx Natalie.


While the kids are away, Mama will play…

After 6 months of looking at my hair, wishing I could make it look good, hoping to get to the hairdresser, today I went, on my own, to get a hair cut. ON MY OWN! My heart hurt a little when I walked out of the house without my children. This is a sure sign of a mother who is not used to leaving the house in this fashion.

I found a place to cut my hair but had just under an hour to wait – not quite long enough to go home and come back so I decided to have a coffee and a biscuit. Hubsband sent a text to ask how I was enjoying my time. “It’s a bit strange!”, I told him. And then proceeded to explain that it was also nice to be able to sit down and drink a coffee without having to entertain and keep happy an active two year old.

It was time for my hair cut and I was still unsure what style to get… and how much to have cut off. Somehow I wanted my hair shorter and I wanted a funky change but I was so indecisive. Usually I know exactly what I want – today I didn’t! The hair dresser and I consulted a few magazines and I explained to her that I would like it shorter but I was concerned about making my face look too round and chubby (this has happened with me and short hair in the past). We decided to take it up to my shoulders to be on the safe side. We could always go shorter if we wanted…. and we DID go shorter!

“The longer I sit here the more I want to cut it all off!”, I told the hairdresser.

“Really?!”, she said. Somewhat surprised.


So we got the magazines out again and flipped through the pages. More indecision…. more indecision…. until….. Aha! We found it!

I was still concerned that my face might look too round, but somehow I trusted this hair dresser and I trusted that my instinct to cut it all off was perfect.

I’m not exactly sure why this was all so exciting. It felt a bit daring (hubsband has never seen me with hair this short). I suppose it was a case of ‘While the kids are away, Mama will play’. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, watching the hair get shorter and shorter, I began to like what I saw. It actually looked really good!

I was so happy walking home. I felt refreshed – not so much because my hair style was different but because I had been daring and got a lovely rush of a feeling just by following my gut to chop the lot!

To make the moment even sweeter, my boys were SO happy to see me when I got home (3 hours later) with the brightest, happiest smiles on their faces ! And I realized the best part of taking time for my self is the reunion of hearts when we all are home together again.

Oh, I love my boys. I love my family.