They’re back! Dress them up with heels or dress them down with flats, wear them short or long, the dungaree possibilities are endless. This garment is a total hit for me!
How about you?
Over the past week I have slept very little, stressed the shit out of my stomach and managed to mess up this three-year old blog royally! I decided to move my blog and take control over it, you see. For those who have no idea what moving a blog requires, fret not. I didn’t either. And I probably would never have learned the basics if it wasn’t for a wise computer geek, the likes of which I have newfound respect for.
I don’t know if it’s the eery sound of age creeping up on me or the realisation that some things (thighs, I’m talking to you) will never change but I am finally tuning into my skin and all its needs. Those monthly breakouts are yet to be tamed, I won’t lie, but overall my skin is in a much better state than it would have been if I continued to turn a snobbish nose to the sacred valley of beauty and skincare products. Wiping off make up and applying the occasional mask was about all I could muster when it came to caring for my skin. Probably the only thing I can say I did right by my skin is religiously applying sun protection for the last five years. You don’t want to hear about my ignorant youthful and bountiful use of baby oil because that’s just disgusting and I would really rather forget about it.
1. This morning. He has Under the Sea on repeat.
2. Prepping for summer nights outdoors.
3. First beach moment. Summer 2014.
4. Lavender.
5. I unearthed this a couple weeks ago and have been on the hunt for a sewing machine ever since.
6. First summer purchase.
7. ‘I want that!’
8. One more from this morning because I cannot resist that look.
It started with Instagram and a picture of a mummy, a daddy and the cutest red headed boy I have ever seen. Then the caption. The words ‘tragedy’ and ‘sudden loss’ were mentioned. That sweet boy was dead.
I immediately went into a frenzy. Searching on other Instagram profiles for anything that would explain what had happened. I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. A little boy, dead? A three-year old little boy, whose mother had posted, that same morning, a picture of him running through Disneyland, was hit by a truck. He is no longer here. No longer in the arms of his mother. How can that be?