21.10.13

Rachel Schoene

Fashion Contributor and Commerical Writer

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Rachel Schoene is the resident Fashion Contributor at DoneDeal.ie. She is also a commercial writer for VooDoo an Online Marketing Company. Rachel displays her professional works at Professional Blogs and can be found on twitter @RachelSchoene. Rachel is extremely proud of the fact that she hails from Derry but was raised in Dublin, Ireland.

Rachel has previously worked as a contributor at Fashion, Ireland’s leading online magazine, as the resident contributor for the Children and Baby Section. Working here spurred Rachel to set up a Facebook blog page called the Kids Fashion Club – an up-to-date blog for kids aged 0-14 years and their parents.

Blogging aside, Rachel owns and runs her own business, The Kitchen Slave, where she sells and promotes a range of alternative, kind and organic niche products that “Promote Healthy Living” for the whole family.

More important than her fashion interests, blogging, commercial writing and entrepreneurship, Rachel is a proud mom of two young daughters Lexi and Lola, and Stepmum to her Stepson Travis.  Rachel is an active supporter of the community midwives in The National Maternity Hospital after the Christmas day delivery of her first daughter in 2007 and the swift but safe delivery of her second daughter Lola last year!

Because I am a Girl I ask…that other girls and women be kind to each other.  We are all fighting our own secret battles.

Because I am a Girl I hope…to one day master multi-tasking.  Society’s expectations of women are through the roof.  We are expected to go to college, get the degree, get the job, get the car, find a partner, fall in love, keep said partner happy so that he will propose.  We then are expected to get married, get the house, have the children, rear the children, do the housework and run the home.  After these expectations are met, we are then expected to move up the job ladder, move up the property ladder, ensure taxes are up to date and our nct is paid and bake rice crispy cakes for the cake sale on Friday.  Oh and the social expectations, we are expected to be there constantly for our female friends when they need us amid this self-created chaos.  We must find time to socialise, to blow off steam and spend money we don’t have talking about things we don’t want to talk about with people who are quite often just as knackered as us.  Because I am a girl I am expected to juggle, because I am human I frequently drop the balls.

Because I am a Girl I dream…of a future in which my daughters can watch the news and good stories will be commonplace instead of rarities.

Because I am a Girl I remember…getting bullied as a kid for having big ears, big eyes and big lips!  The taunts from bullies were just so cruel looking back.  Where as a child I would never wear my hair in an up do, now I wear whatever hairstyle I want day-to-day.  I am beautiful just the way I am.  I am stronger and more confident than those bullies are.  From them I have learned to never limit myself by what other people try to say or do to me.  The strange thing is that since I left school nobody I have met thus far has passed comment on my ears, not even when they are on full display!  Moreover, people think I have lovely eyes and lips.  So take that bullies!

Because I am a Girl I dislike…ignorance, bullies and all-consuming excessive gossiping.  Live and let live.

Because I am a Girl I like… being part of a family in which strong women are prevalent.  My grandmother Lily McClean was the matriarch of my sizable family.  She taught all of her children, including my mother values, morals, and manners and above all how to behave like a lady.  These traits have taken me so far in life and I hold them with exceptional regard.  I intend to pass these ethics onto my own daughters in time, just as my own mother passed them down to me.  I am infinitely grateful to my grandmother for her wisdom, her many strengths (which were rarely spoken about while she was alive) and her love of red lipstick for mass on a Sunday!

Because I am a Girl I feel…extraordinarily privileged to be part of this global sisterhood.  I especially feel privileged to be a mother.  It is said that; being a mother is a privilege awarded to few and taken for granted by many.  Every second of everyday I strive toward being thankful that my front door never closes with children rushing in and out, for the cheerio’s mashed into the floor, for the laundry pile that never ends and the spills that make my odd socks wet!  I want to be the type of woman and mother that notices her chaotic messy house but decides to play with the kids or kiss her partner over a cup of luke warm coffee, while the fridge is being raided by said children, for in essence that is real life and I love it.

Because I am a Girl I wonder…why some women (where hospitalised births are an option) defy sound medical advice and pursue a homebirth, when a doctor/nurse/midwife has deemed them to be unsafe candidates.  I have been fortunate enough to have both a natural hospital birth and a natural homebirth.  I am lucky that it was a valid and safe option for me, and an experience that I really enjoyed.  The notion that any mum-to-be would want to risk the safe delivery of her child just so that she can have a natural homebirth makes me wonder.  Surely, all we can ask for as mums is that our babies enter this world as safe and protected as possible.  Maybe one day I will understand the logic behind such reasoning.  However, for now it makes me wonder.

Because I am a Girl I value …good men, of which I have only come across few.  Good men are a rare find and I hope to come across more in my lifetime.

Because I am a Girl I celebrate…being a girl.  I celebrate the superficial fact that I see an amazing pair of shoes and I have to have them, even if I never wear them.  I celebrate that I can put on some make up, dress to the nines, perfect my pout and feel instantly lifted.  I celebrate the fact that I can cry at the drop of a hat if I hold a newborn baby or see a friend’s scan picture.  I celebrate my innate ability to be a gooey, soft and loving mother when it comes to my daughters needs for love and attention yet a disciplinarian when they over step the mark.  I celebrate the ability for females to be fierce, ahead of the game and a force not to be reckoned with when it comes to successful business endeavours.  I also celebrate the complete demise of this façade over dinner and drinks with the girls.  I celebrate it all.

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