I’ve been trying to write this post since March ended but honestly, I have been too stressed to.
Well February, what do I have to say about you? You’re usually my favourite month of the year – the summer heat, my birthday and the year has well and truly begun. Continue reading “JOURNAL: summer goodbye”
I saw something on Instagram the other day that said ‘there are two months left of this decade’ and my mind was blown. Isn’t that absolute madness? We’ll be in 2020 before we know it.
I had originally planned on addressing this topic in one of my LIFE LESSONS posts which, if you have followed me for a while, you will know that they are a humorous take on some of my encounters in life. Continue reading “CONFESSIONS: of a heart breaker”
For the past few months, I’ve been so terrible at getting up and tackling the day. I generally get a good sleep but I definitely have been staying up way too late and perhaps that’s made me a bit too sloth like in the mornings. Not to mention I get the most amazing cuddles if I wait to be woken up by my real-life, walking and talking, three year old alarm. However, she loves waking up to me moving about the house and I love getting my makeup done without little miss grabbing everything they can reach.
The title of this blog lending a little insight into my secret love for Neil Diamond (blame my father).
Anyway, it’s been a while since I’ve been on here so I thought I’d update you a little on what I’ve been up to this past month or so –
I was going to start this post with a quick run down of my routine, but then I realised how ironic it would be to speak about how busy we all are and take up your time with information that does nothing to help you.
Happiness is something I’ve thought about a lot lately. After a tough couple of months (read about it here), I can honestly say that I am – with every fibre of my being – happy. A blissful, light, singing along to the radio at the top of my lungs, sun on my skin, kind of happy.
I don’t know how it happens but I’m always the girl at the party who’s hanging with the boys. It’s never something I intentionally seek, there’s just some sort of gravitational pull and that’s where I end up.
It amazes me how much of my life I could tell you through my clothes. I seem to have a story to go with every piece I own.