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Sunday, 5 June 2016

Six For Summer.

It's no secret that deepest, darkest winter is my season, but when summertime does roll around I'm always at least a little bit happy to see some extra daylight and maybe, on a particularly good summer, even a peek or two of sunshine every once in a while. Summer, to me, is all about simplicity. Fuss free outfits and minimal, very functional accessories.



1. Everlane Shirt Dress
2. Nomads Clothing Peg Trousers 
3. Vivien of Holloway Rita Sunglasses
4. Dianne Tanner Euphoria Pouch
5. Anthropologie Mimira Plate
6. Rockett St George Wall Hanging

- Jennie

Friday, 3 June 2016

Five Things.



Hello and happy Friday! Buoyed by every encouraging word I received after my last post I've been furiously scribbling down ideas, constructing to-do lists and generally making a start at all of the things I've been too scared to do until now.

I'm writing this just before heading out to pick up some sweet treats for my Mum's birthday. I'm a bit eager, it's not only very early in the morning but it's not actually her birthday quite yet, but it's never too early to start celebrating, right?! I think it's going to be a good weekend.






- Jennie.

Wednesday, 1 June 2016

Dear June.


I'm writing this sitting on a permanently uncomfortable no-amount-of-cushions-seems-to-help sofa, singing along to retro Britney songs. I cling to moments like this. Moment of frivolity. Unconstrained silliness. Because I've been doubting myself. A lot. And it's becoming a bit of a problem because it's now at the point where I talk myself out of doing anything before I've even started. I'm sabotaging myself and potentially the new dreams I didn't really know I had.

I've been thinking a lot about hope, and how intrinsically it's entwined with hopelessness. Without one we wouldn't know how it felt to experience the other. But it's impossible to get anywhere when I find myself talking myself out of doing something before it's even a fully formed idea or concept in my mind. And that's not letting myself hope at all. That's pure hopelessness when there's no need for it. So I may naturally find myself drawn to melancholy, but I'm vowing to at least let myself try. After all, if I never try it's impossible to know what could have been.

As I've been writing I've been thinking of all the things I thought I wanted to do over the years, and there are a small handful of things I feel regret for not having started already. And I suppose that's the best indicator of which way to start walking, to begin clearing a path through the overgrowth of indecision and uncertainty, and to make a start - even if I'm not quite brave enough to tell myself that I fully believe in myself. But just because I haven't been able to make anything significant happen just yet, doesn't mean there isn't time. And maybe, just maybe, I have stopped myself from wandering down entirely the wrong path for me because it was the most convenient at the time. Convenience, in my experience, has many a wrong decision made.

So here's to hope. Sometimes hope is all there is. A sliver of light in the distance. A belief, no matter how squashed and buried underneath a thousand other thoughts, that making something happen isn't impossible.

- Jennie.