Friday, 24 July 2020

Itchy Feet

Itchy feet.  

The lockdown came crashing down on any plans I had for a summer of travel to far off lands. Adventure with my backpack, stuffed mouse, favourite t-shirts and two children in tow.  

Now that it seems to be crawling towards it's end, the lockdown is still keeping me trapped in England.  More than ever I've been day dreaming of sunny beaches and and tan worthy skies.  I've made a million and one suggestions to my daughter about where to go and each one has been shut down by the threat of the dreaded Corona.  She literally laughed at me as I sighed and scratched my head in wonder.  "Mum, you're like a crack addict for travel, calm down.  There are plenty of places we can go to here."

Of course she's 100 percent right, I've already experienced the beauty of the Dorset coastline, the charm of Bath, the hustle and bustle of Manchester and the quiet streets of Rugby.  There is still so much more of England that I have to explore, or even revisit.  You can never fulfil seeing the true wonder of a place in just one trip and I've got more than a handful of new dresses to make for a perfect evening out by a riverside (spoken like a true romantic).  

The weather here hasn't been awful so far this summer and I'm not opposed to the odd rainy day in listening to the sound of the rain against the windows, whilst snuggled up in the warmth of a blanket with my not so little, little ones.  In fact, that's probably my next favourite thing to do, nothing beats snuggles with the people you love the most.  With all that being said I'm now itching to plan a UK adventure, perhaps a week in the Lake District, a night in Oxford, or a weekend in the Cotswolds?  Who knows, maybe you could provide me with some suggestions as to places you've been in the UK that have provided both adventure and rest?

Clothing worn in this post was gifted in exchange for website links

Friday, 10 July 2020

Too Much of a Good Thing

Can you ever have too much of a good thing?
In short the answer is yes.  I remember when my grandmother came to visit from Barbados one year, I must have been about 8 or 9.  To my absolute delight she brought with her a bag full of ackees (guinep if you're not from my little island).  I ate those ackees like I would never see them again, I ate so much that the cotton-like flesh was sticking to my teeth.  

Not more than an hour later the whole lot decided to revisit me in the form of a lovely sea of vomit in the toilet, imagine what you're like after a night out over-indulging on alcohol, that was me, I had an ackee hangover.

Don't worry my sole intention here is not to leave you with stories of ackee and vomit but more to discuss a bigger point.  Over indulgence.  Good things should definitely be a part of your every day, you should be able to buy that black lace body suit or rock a new pair of trousers without feeling guilty but when it gets to the point that your bedroom resembles the boot fair you used to visit with your mum in the 80s it's definitely time to stop shopping.

Self confessed shopaholic.
 The items in this picture were gifted to me in exchange for including links in this post.

With that being said, I myself have been guilty of the odd boot fair looking wardrobe, so much so that my wardrobe hanging rail collapsed under the pressure.  I had to evaluate the situation and start purging and a 'Thank you for your service' later my drawers and wardrobes were back in an orderly fashion and ready to welcome in some newbies.  

This is now something I have to do with my relationships, a good purge.  Not everyone is meant to be a part of your life.  There are reasons and seasons and if there is no longer a reason to keep in touch, perhaps the season is over.  Sometimes we over indulge in the good memories of a relationship, be that a friendship or a romance and we long so much for those memories that we begin to 'vomit'.  We let out anger, frustration, sadness but continue to try and indulge in that relationship because it was once good.  That's not to say that there aren't some relationships we should continue to work on, not all of them are making us sick to the point of no return, but we need to learn when enough is enough.  

How are we ever going to make room for something new if we keep holding on to the old?
I slightly questioned myself as I wrote that line because at the same time as I agree with purging, I do believe that we have become a throwaway generation that doesn't place enough value on seeking things of quality.  Things that have longevity therefore we just throw away our stuff and replace it with something new.  So more than just purging out the old, it's about mindset and renewing the mindset so that when we make friends, form relationships or get a job, we are seeking quality.  In that respect there will be less of a need to throw out the old but more of an opportunity to give it a polish or a quick sew and wear it again and again for the rest of our time.

Now I'm done clearing my mind of today's ramblings, I should probably tell you that as much as I loved ackees, I never ate them again.