So as I sit here typing, freshly washed and bathed, face mask on and nail varnish drying, I can’t help but feel weird. Coronavirus is obviously really serious but it’s really tough to stay isolated and in your own home. Today I should have been off to France for eight days, and it’s heart-wrenching that…
Once upon a time, I wanted to be one of those Instagram bloggers. Not a full-blown influencer, but you know, a few more followers and core fashion content full of looks and style ideas. However, I started to realise this wasn’t my calling. I found it wasn’t important to me anymore, and it was becoming…
Think of a time you’ve squeezed a lemon until it’s dry. The juice dripping into the cup, or the bowl. You may have been making a cake, or perhaps a cocktail. Now think about doing that, but with your life. Yeah? No. We want to stay full, and whole and keep that fun inside the…
I had named this post navigating 2020, but I suppose it’s more about navigating your life as a twenty-something as told by little old me. So far, this is kind of what I expected my twenties to look like. Falling in love on the daily with the same person, distance or not, lots and lots…
This year is flying by. Like fly-ING. I’ve not had a moment to catch up, despite it being pretty stress-free. All is good in terms of work and family life, and I’ve got myself totally back on track mental health wise. Could not be happier. Now it’s just the little issue of getting my physical…
It's almost 23:00 and I definitely should not be typing away in bed. Tomorrow is my second week at work (yes! my first "proper" job) and my alarm is set for 6:00, but merci divine inspiration so moving me to jot down quelques mots. First a poem, because when you discover one you like, you…
This time I personally took time out of blogging to allow things in my life to settle, and for me to reach a place where I felt strong enough to write again. It has been a summer of weird feelings. Not even a summer, but an autumn too. It's been like a slow rollercoaster that…
It's a rainy Sunday in Lancaster but it by no means a dull one. (I even made it to the gym this morning. I say made it, I left the house at 8am feeling more energised than ever.) Last night's events hit me like a ton of bricks. Without going into too much detail, British…
Boy is it good to be home. A simple walk through green space accompanied only by the wild flowers and I am reminded of the peace so freely available to us. Yesterday I chose to ignore any pride and admit momentary defeat: I called my parents and asked them to pick me up from Lancaster…
Happy Monday lovelies! Wowee, the last twenty four hours have been completely the opposite of the contents of my last post. And for that, I am grateful. This morning I had my first written exam of the season. It was not by any means 'good' and there was inevitably so much more I could have…
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