“It’s OK not to be OK…”

This post will probably come across as over-sharing, that’s really not my aim. I’m also not looking for sympathy or for a flock of messages asking me if “I’m OK”, that’s really not why I’m here. As it is Mental Health Awareness week it felt like a good time to share my feelings and my own experiences with mental health issues.

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Finding the inspiration…

I’m incredibly guilty of getting stuck in my routine. Particularly in the winter months, leaving the house can be a chore. When my weekends come round, after a long old week at work, I’m more than happy to sit in, in the warm and not move from my sleepy blanket cocoon. Now, as much as that sounds like a pretty dreamy set up for a lot of people (including myself…) it starts becoming slightly Groundhog Day-esque and the weeks start merging into one, with nothing particularly interesting happening from one week to the next. Continue reading “Finding the inspiration…”

A fine vintage…

When I started this blog my plan was for it to be primarily a style/fashion page and so far I have failed miserably at writing anything related to fashion. I don’t know if it’s out of fear, the slight nagging doubts that anyone would want to read it; if it’s my worry that I won’t stand out in a fairly well saturated area of blogging/insta world or if it’s all down to the fact that I doubt whether I am actually “fashionable” or “stylish” enough (not that that really matters at all but you catch my drift, hopefully…).

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Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I’m 24…

I don’t know about you but every time February comes round I am incredibly bored of winter. It’s one of those “meh” months. There are no particularly exciting holidays or events (I don’t count Valentines Day as an important enough or exciting enough holiday, sorry! Pancake Day on the other hand, I can get on board with…) and the weather is never exciting either. We are all fed up of the cold and find ourselves pining for the spring that is oh so reluctant to make an appearance.

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