I travel, I plant, I paint (mainly walls), I scoot, I tie dye, I write

A bottle of wine with rustic packaging. A positive quote in fancy lettering. Make up endorsed by a celeb. A yellow phone. Anything to do with Harry potter. And now Reading glasses that mention my favourite book on the packaging. I don’t actually need glasses, but I went for an eye test and apparently my …

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People dressed up for a snow storm. Snowflake prints, fluffy hoods. Boots, ankle and knee high. Cold wind pushing along the fallen leaves. And here I am, trying to prolong the use of my favourite sandals. At least there are women in cardigans, children walking to school without their jackets, sunglasses, bare legs, harem trousers, people …

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Dug this outfit…     And this one…     I got excited in wearing make up again (I go through phases)…     Jackets came out to play and I actually started brushing my hair (aka not being a slob in the summer heat)…     Felt like I watched my little brother grow …

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..which would seem irrelevant to me because I don’t iron. None of my clothes are ironed, nor my Mums and I’m sure my Nan has told me she hates it so has cut back or stopped. What’s the point then, Emily, what’s the thoughts today? It’s a pretty simple one, just that whether people are …

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Do you know that moment when you look at yourself in the mirror and you catch a glimpse at the way your hair is fluffy and the way the tips are a faded blue, and how cute the wooly jumper is looking, and the way your accessories are hanging on your wrist, and if you …

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Apparently making my own clothes is my favourite thing in the world.. Not the world, that’ll be pretty sad. Or would it? Life would be simple. Anyway it’s the crafting I thoroughly enjoy, so sue me if for the rest of my life I’m forever making/adapting clothes and nothing else. Ever. Again. Here’s a few …

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I can’t stop. I won’t stop. I don’t want to quote Miley but I actually can’t stop tie dying everything. It started a few months ago as an experiment I thought I’d do once and then I’d be satisfied with the results, maybe, and I’d find another thing to do and move on with my …

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