- I’ve just found Sylvia’s blog this month, and love her mix of fashion, twisted in with great photography and a good dose of travel.
- Does there sound like a more perfect cookie??
- You know I’ve been loving everything pale and white and pastel and soothing lately? Well I’m now loving this twist with neon pastel shades!
- One of my fav 365 project’s lately.
- Try not to get puppy dog eyes over these little chaps and their cardboard crowns!
- This is making it in purely for it’s plane shots, I can’t stop taking ones of my own.
- I get closet envy whenever I read Cath’s posts. *Swoon*.
- I want to start being more cohesive and THINK about my own Instagram shots. One of the sets I admire.
- The first song INSTANTLY takes me bag to Thailand and wipes a massive smile across my face. I still judge the rest of the.ego.tripper’s music taste mind. *Insert smily/winking face*
- Desserts in jars?? What an AWESOME idea for a summer picnic. This book’s hitting my wish list.
- Creative career launch hints and tips: wrapped up nicely here.
I’ve worn this oversized, charity t-shirt to death. Literally. If I’m ever in a what to wear(?!?!?) mood(/frenzy) this is generally what I whip on. It goes with EVERYTHING, and today I’ve teamed it up with a couple of my latest H&M finds. How this mint cropped sleeved jacket ever found itself in the sale I’ll continued to be baffled & thrilled by. And grey tone jeans for under £10?! Thank you H&M! Whole outfit (minus the Firetrap boots) for £50. Hands up who loves the Bristish high street!!
There are things in this world that I am good at, there are things that I’m pretty freakin’ awesome at, however, I AM NOT pretty freakin’ awesome at winter clothes shopping, If you looked at the what the complete 180°, polar opposite to pretty freakin’ awesome was when it came to winter clothes shopping, you’d find me stood there, freezing my tush off in a (cute) summer outfit screaming “I SUCK AT WINTER CLOTHES SHOPPING”. Let me give you an example…
The weekend. My wardrobe needs updating, and getting winter ready. Above all else, I need some pants/trousers/jeans, some chunky knits and the dreaded winter coat. I hit the shops, I went high, I went low, I rummaged, tried pretty much every suitable item on possible. And what did I walk away with? One item. Just one. And that one item? Obviously the super practical, super warm, cut away Topshop t-shirt dress. Yeah, I SUCK, I know. Can one of you please nurse me whilst I’m suffering from hyperthermia, pleeeeeease?
Ok so yeah, this is a different kind of post from me. Why? I WANT on this course! Or maybe NEED? Want/need, not usually the same thing, but in this instance, it is. I’ve umm’d and ahh’d on how to get down what I want to say, and it feels all uncomfortable getting all these feelings out (one of my many typical INFJ traits), like I’m about to get all naked, even with all my clothes still on.
Now, let’s step back to the beginning. Waaaaaaay back.
I knew I wanted to do something creative from a very young age, I also knew I wanted to work for myself. I sucked at school (a bit of bullying will kill your confidence, teamed with never being able to see the board from not wearing my NHS budget free glasses will easily suck the life out of a pretty bright kid). Ok, maybe I didn’t completely suck, but I was very much middle of the road. I did the best I could keeping my head above water in class, and hiding myself into the background in any form of social way. Team that with going to a failing school, and parents telling me I should be a doctor, lawyer, accountant, instead of enter the creative world as I so deeply desired, lead for a pretty lonely and mixed up youth.
We jump forward a few years and I attend college, a fresh start from anyone who previously knew me, and I had 2 of the best years of my life surrounded by new creative people, in a design school. Now I guess things should have picked up from here, life should have ‘really started’ now I’d sent myself in to this new direction. Well it did, for a while, but life doesn’t always work out quite that peachy. It generally has a few more (hard) lessons it wants to teach you – and boy did my life want to learn the lessons it had up it’s sleeve for me.
After ass whooping lesson number 258:
I found myself very rich in life experience (the good, the bad, and the damn right fugly), but pretty damn poor in what I really wanted. The unfortunate trap of listening to what everyone else thinks would be best for you, what society deems the acceptable path you follow. In a nutshell, it can make you pretty friggin’ miserable. I’ll admit it, I’ve bought that miserable t-shirt, wore it to death, sewn it back up, and worn it to death some more. The t-shirt was never in style when I bought it, and it certainly wasn’t when I finally took it off. I won’t lie, it’s hard, soooooo hard, and scary too, going against what everyone tells you is the right thing to do, to go stand alone and say “no, THIS is right for me”, but oh the joyful, peaceful, beautiful, exciting sense of calm and fulfilment it gives you. And that’s what’s lead me to not only start this blog, but get my derrière on James’ course. I want more of that feeling, A LOT more. I’ve experienced it in small doses, and I’m craving, yearning for more, and bar sell my sole (oh wait, already done that! Lesson number 137 maybe??) I’m prepared to do pretty much anything to get it.
And what do I want to do with all this new learning?
Very good question dear reader, as always. Quite a few things actually, but I’ll explain the most important two to me.
I want to start (truly) leading the life I want to lead. I’m not naive enough to think it won’t be hard work, but when you’re doing something that you truly want to, that you truly feel is right, the hard work never seems to matter quite so much, it soon gets replaced with that lovely fulfilment feeling.
Not only do I want to use this opportunity to fill all my own self needs and wants, but I also want to be able to use it in a way I can inspire others. That ‘misery’ t-shirt doesn’t suit anyone, and whoever I can help inspire take off that raggedy old thing, and replace it with a far more fetching, confident, inspired, energising t-shirt, then that’s what I will do. I’m not really sure if I believe in karma, but I’d like to think so at times, and when someone presents you with an opportunity such as this, putting some goodness back out there in return makes my insides feel all ‘whole’ and warm and fuzzy again.
So I’ll take your words of encouragement, and feel free to cross those fingers for me too, cos I’m off to get me that new career!
I’m not sure if it’s my mood of lack or the fact that life seems to be non stop of late, but my usual brightly coloured neon obsession seems to have tucked itself away in the back of my mind and closet, and I’m craving all things calm and muted. I can’t even say I’m lusting after pastel shades, as well, I’m just finding them too bright also of late. My white, lot’s and lot’s of white, and every shade of white – there’s a huge (but super subtle) difference, if you stop to look.
I know, I know, I’ve ranted enough about our lack of summer, but I promise (fingers crossed behind back) this is the last time. THE (I’m slightly going to exaggerate now) worst thing about our non existent summer, has to be the fact I bought this little beauty at the start of ‘summer’ all ready to inject a bit of colour into the work wardrobe – and I just haven’t had the opportunity to wear it. Ok, that’s not 100% truthful as we did have 2.37 minutes of summer and I could have worn it then, but I also developed a mini ‘cake gut’, and I’m not having no cake gut of mine flashing neon orange to anyone thank you very much. Cake gut now (almost) gone again, and it’ll have to be stored away for next year, but in the mean time it gets one last swirl around the lounge before it does…
Oh, and I haven’t said, the best thing about the dress, (now please sit down, I don’t want you to choke/stumble/faint on me) it was only £13; full price!! Yes yes yes! ONE THREE POUNDS (that’s less than $20 for my lovely U.S. followers). As much as I say I hate Primark (and I hate Primark), sometimes it comes up absolute trumps.