Oh how gimmicks work on me

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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 eyes aren’t as perfect as I once thought they were. Especially my left eye. I keep getting awful headaches and she suggested its working on computers all day and I can get weak glasses to give my eyes a break. I won’t be using them continuously, only when it starts to hurt at the computer or reading.

I wanted to buy some nice ones, rather than Poundland ones that my family buy that get thrown around and sat on daily. I had big, old, geeky ones in mind. You know the type, fashionable ones I suppose. Turns out I just can’t get them to suit me. I have a hat face, not a glasses face.

Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Bronte, is my number one, top dog, the bees knees, and the rest of them sayings, all time favourite book. My copy, which was bought from a boot fair when I was 18 for 20p, is falling apart and looking worse for wear. It’s probably my most prised book.

I don’t collect as much stuff to do with Jane Eyre as I do Harry Potter (it’s hard not to go anywhere without seeing something Harry Potter nowadays) but I do have a card on my shelf to do with the Bronte sisters – You’re On It Like A Bronte Bonnet! 

When I saw these in TKMaxx, and James told me time and time again that the smaller ones suited me better, it was like the stars had aligned and I could live my gothic, romantic dreams. Whilst James gives me strange looks out the corner of his eye. Just imagine it.

So what’s these glasses got to do with Jane Eyre?! 

I have no idea.

Other than that warm feeling I get in thinking I have something associated with it. That’s clearly enough to make me buy them.

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Time to retire my sandals

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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.

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At least there are women in cardigans, children walking to school without their jackets, sunglasses, bare legs, harem trousers, people lingering in no rush, short sleeve shirts, car windows open. My shoulders don’t feel as lonely now.

I have warm arms, a warm middle and a belly full of warm tea, while the podcast Accused is playing from my phone. Waiting for James while I people watch and write. A few of my favourite things.

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Snapshot of my September 2017

Dug this outfit…

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And this one…

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I got excited in wearing make up again (I go through phases)…

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Jackets came out to play and I actually started brushing my hair (aka not being a slob in the summer heat)…

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Felt like I watched my little brother grow up in front of my eyes…

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Sleepy worked its way into my night time routine and made me, well, sleepy…

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And I watched a lot of anime (and already watched The Snowman, but lets keep that secret between us)…

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The conflict of ironing..

..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?

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It’s a pretty simple one, just that whether people are happier who iron. I often contemplate now today’s generation are so used to getting things instantly, you don’t have to wait. I said to someone the other day that I miss the TV being on when I was young but not watching it because I was waiting a few hours for something, meanwhile I would get on with something important like playdough or barbies. That’s a weird thing to miss but I look back at that and feel relaxed, comforted and it’s just simple. Having anything at my finger tips, having entertainment whenever I want, only means that when it comes to meaningless tasks I am totally put off them because it’s not stimulating enough.

Now it’s balancing itself a little bit, in my opinion. Mindfulness is popular, meditation, people preach digital detoxes, everyone loved kindle and now people prefer books again, the Nokia 3310 is back, minimalism, record players.

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So I wondered if something like ironing is a therapeutic task that keeps you grounded. I completely right it off because I think that I don’t want to waste my time doing something I don’t like. Doesn’t that sound so privileged? Doing things like housework are normal, why do I expect a more adventurous lifestyle than that? I want extraordinary, ironing doesn’t fit the cut.

I don’t believe I’ll want anything less than an adventurous life, I’ve always been like it, I just like to play. I do think it’s possible, I think you can live whatever life you want to live. Exceptions of course, I’m not exactly living how I would like to completely but I understand it’s a process anyway, and that part (being on a journey) is part of my ‘dream life’. So really I’m exactly where I would like to be, because I’m not ready to be anywhere else. My life has to be my dream life by this theory, no matter how shitty or amazing it is currently. Also I have the mindset that I desire, even though I’m not climbing a mountain I have that mindset when I’m climbing the o2 (if you haven’t done it, nothing in common with a mountain) (still recommend it). It’s not a ‘more and more’ mentality, not constantly unsatisfied and wishing, this is where my thought process could become foggy for someone that doesn’t know me. I don’t expect anything from life and I’ve never liked the thought of hand outs. I think its more just try your best, be satisfied, have fun and choose what you want to waste time over – not what you think you should waste time doing.

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My Mum is always trying to find short cuts with menial tasks. That’s kind of her thing. I get it, I don’t want to wash up really, I don’t want to sort my things, I don’t want to iron. Since de-cluttering, though unfortunately still doing it, housework isn’t such a big job. Maybe that is the answer. If you only have four plates and you wash them straight away it’s not that bad, I’ve even enjoy some organising when there isn’t as much to do. Another option is to live a disposable life? I don’t agree with being wasteful but I could have paper cups and plates. Or, and the most attractive option to me, never own a house, live on the road. That’s me romanticising.

These are all ponderings. I have the outlook that if you don’t like doing something you shouldn’t feel like you have to do it. At the same time I have a tendency to go off in my head and live along my wild ideas and plans (is that a bad thing?) and doing something simple like watering my plants (which I bloody love so maybe a bad example) brings me back down to Earth.

I’m not going to iron to see if I like it. I will stick to creased clothes. I still work hard at writing or some DIY I’ve got going on but I don’t want to work hard at stupid things that I can’t for the life of me rationalise. It opened my mind to what we possibly should do though, to keep ourselves grounded and human. So shortcuts are a good thing, I agree with them, but just like finding that balance with how much technology you consume in a day, I think some things should stay old school. I will water my plants by hand, not any fancy contraption, but I won’t iron.

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The Truth

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 lean this way then that way and look at the details separately you really like it, you dig it… 

…then the realisation you’re posing in unnatural shapes in your bathroom for 15 minutes in a frumpy jumper and leggings? 

Yeah. All the time.

Bleached 

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 photos of my bleached jumper, made a few months ago. It was a successful experiment, a massive high five. It’s worn when England’s weather forget it’s summer. Though I have different techniques planned for future bleached items. I enjoy learning from practice rather than googling everything. A good or bad thing? You decide. 

Tie dye fever 

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 life. Get over it, you know? Let it become a distant memory. A conversation piece maybe, ‘yeah I have tie dyed before and it was alright’. That’s my usual ruiteen. But I can’t let go of this urge, this need growing strong in me! It’s alive! What?? I’m not being dramatic. 

These are the photos of my first batch from a few months ago, along with my random every day photos showing that I genuinely reach for these clothes in my cupboard before any others. It’s very typical to see me in my own clothes now. It feels fantastic, and again, I’m not being dramatic. 

I have more clothes to share from other batches and I have a feeling I always will.