It’s been a while since I’ve taken it back to a traditional, old school, diary like blog post. In fact, it feels like a bit of a while since I’ve sat down and written a proper blog post full stop. A meaty, wordy one. Not a playlist, or a one packed with beauty favourites (which, don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love doing)- but really sat and wrote down how things are.
If I’m being honest, the last week or so has been busy. Not in a glamourised, keep-cup in hand- rushing out of Grind coffee before dashing to sleek meetings with perfectly quaffed hair busy.
Instead, sat at home, spinning endless plates (which often feels like literally), worrying about he quantity of wedding tasks to do, juggling upcoming projects- all whilst delicately (or not) wobbling along the personal-life tight rope trying to maintain being a good friend, girlfriend and daughter- with a few tears thrown in for ultimate hyperbolic melancholy.
Of course this isn’t a woe is me post. Things are exciting- there is a lot coming up. But, still being a one-man band- getting another pair of hands on board has never felt more necessary in order to keep this ship running like a well-oiled machine (especially with The Insecure Girls’ Club too). I’ve felt more responsibility in keeping things ticking over smoothly than ever before, and have a (self inflicted) pressure to keep everything up to standard, whilst still maintaining a level of quantity and quality, that sometimes- I’m not always sure can be done alone.
Anyway! Rambles aside, last week was a bit of a shitter (honestly, for want of a better word). I won’t divulge details- but come the weekend, I couldn’t have been more ready to unwind and let the week go. With Saturday spent giggling with friends (a needed tonic if ever there was one), on Sunday Joe and I took my new little compact camera out for a spin around South London (completely and utterly influenced by Carrie and her FUJIFILM). With no real plans after trains to Brighton weren’t quite running to plan, we decided to edge around our local area- diving into pockets otherwise less explored. Getting the train to Peckham Rye, we walked along Bellenden Road past some of our favourite little shops- before strolling through neighbourhoods to East Dulwich and then back to Herne Hill where we got the train back- naturally just before the heavens opened.
With nothing left to do but dig out a brilliant Sunday Roast (our favourite is at The Railway Tavern in Bromley)- we sat with our extra Yorkshire’s as the rain pattered down on a miserable Sunday, before heading home to re-watch Line of Duty series 4 before the shiny new series starts. Perhaps it isn’t always glamorous around here (come on, with my old post-Topshop work posts it never has been) but these really are some of my favourite posts to pen, and I vow to keep up with this no matter how busy this year is.