To start, you need to understand I am and always have been impulsive.
Not necessarily wild, I’d actually go as far to say I’m rarely wild, but more like a live wire – as I’ve been called in the past. I find routine restricting and as soon as I find I’m in a place of possibly getting ‘comfortable’ I immediately have an urge to do something out of the ordinary. To break that boring slump I can feel engulfing me.
Unfortunately other people don’t feel like this and it’s far less fun by yourself. Sure, I have dragged a load of people to supermarkets in the middle of the night, but the whole time they moaned and couldn’t see the magic in it.
It truly is magic though, that feeling of doing something that ‘you’re not meant to do’, when other people you know aren’t doing it. It’s like being in on a secret. I know something a lot of other people don’t, and for some reason that can transcend into ‘you can go shopping when you ‘should’ be in bed’.
It’s a feeling of freedom, realising that you can actually do anything.
I am very lucky though, in which I have a boyfriend who would never hold me back nor see it as ‘not normal’.
Knowing this you could probably understand why a week after coming home from Marrakesh I had an urge to see the sea and hear sea gulls.
James had finished a night shift and so slept till 2pm. By 3.30pm we were on our way to Whitsable. Over an hour drive away, with traffic.
The sun had set, it was raining and although I saw sea gulls, they weren’t screaming nor dive bombing us. Which was a shame, made me realise how although there was no plan, I must always make some plan based on my feelings – even if it’s as little as hearing a sea gull. The lack of sun and the on pour of rain didn’t disappoint in the slightest, but the most annoying of all, the sound of screeching birds, that was what I was looking forward to the most.
Also, I do a fantastic sea gull impression, which yes, I did do on the beach.
We walked along the high street, checked out all the micro pubs we know so well, and headed to the beach.
I bought my Olympus Trip camera out to play. He hasn’t seen the light of day in a long time – my local photo centre shut down so I’m not too sure where they can get developed. Once That’s worked out, I’ll share them but they’re only random shots for myself.
I picked up a stone from the beach, which I always do when I’m.. well, anywhere really. I was meant to touch the calm sea but once I got down to the front I got distracted by how tranquil it was.
It was the same magic as I said before, I knew a secret.
We went to the pub The Old Neptune, which is on the beach. It often gets flooded, which means the whole building is skewiff and uneven, much like a fun house at a fair. The wooden floor’s are like flowing waves.
You can feel queasy if you have travel sickness (or I suppose balance issues) like me. It can make you feel sick. Sea sick. But the idea that the waves just roll in sometimes and have shaped this building is very cool. And for that very reason I will go back time and time again.
We were in Whitsable for 2 and a half hours before driving to Canterbury (a city I had never visited before and intrigued me so I want to go back) to watch Black Panther at the cinema.
So that was it, my urge began to fade and I settled down again. I may document more in the future because James and I are always out and about. Thanks for reading!
I had such a fun afternoon yesterday.
After a slow morning of knitting, it was a fully creative evening, like the ones I hope to do everyday but instead always choose the easier option of procrastinating, eating crap and watching YouTube.
I really needed it too. I don’t need to say how down I’ve been, the fact I’m depressed anyway and I haven’t blogged in three weeks means you can conclude it for yourself. I gift you creative control on that decision.
It started with re-potting some plants I’ve grown myself, for birthday presents, while listening to Twenty One Pilots live at Firefly festival, and watching my 4 year old brother head bang to it.
While I was re-potting one (and a disaster happened to it, but I won’t share today) I decided I may as well do all of them. I then rummaged around the house to find bowls and tins to be used as pots. It feels so much nicer to use something you already own, or find a new use for, than buying a new pot. I don’t know why that is.
I wrote tags for the ones I’m giving away, then as I was fertilising all my plants there was an orange glow radiating from all the windows and sitting about the house. I don’t believe we’ve seen a golden hour in a while.
Maybe we have but my beyond my dark blinkers I couldn’t see it.
I decided for the rest of the evening – after arm wrestling with my brother to convince him to eat his pasta – to finally upload my moon faces onto Etsy ( – From Miles – ) which, if you have never sold anything online, can be so, so tedious. The most boring part out of the whole process.
BUT, I had decided all my Moon Faces have names and back stories. And so, I had soooo much fun writing them. I was laughing out loud. It was a proper creative exercise. It reminded me of when I was 16 and I’d write short stories for my friends in similar fashion.
I’ve uploaded 7 so far, go have a look if you’re curious at my sense of humour and who these Moon Faces really are.
I hope to be back at posting almost daily – but who can ever know when mental health is riddled between every line in my brain. I have my Morocco trip to write about and in my own time I’ll get to it because I enjoy blogging about travel so much – spoiler: Marrakesh markets are mental.. pretty obvious.
Anyway, thanks for reading and here’s to more creative days!
Not much to report on my food from yesterday so let’s interrupt the vegan express train to throw in something else. Let’s mix things up for today.
It’s cold and windy. Every year I forget January is like this. I keep getting a hopeless, lowness cloud over me, and each day I’m batting it away like a strangers fart. The problem with lowness is that when you feel like there is no hope, there is no answer to what will help you.
Though I have tried reading, crafting, socialising and I booked a holiday for the end of February, I still feel as empty as my bank account is. I am fine though, and happy. Just wrestling with the blues.
I don’t own a house, but here I am obsessing over the shapes of houses recently. It must be because of the incense burner I bought from Edinburgh. We stayed at the bottom of Victoria Street, which is a windy road with all different coloured buildings – it’s as magical as it sounds. At the Christmas market there was a stall of these incense burners which I fell madly in love with because it reminded me of the road, and I hoped always would.
I’m playing with air dry clay at the moment. Seeing where that’ll take me and then pop them onto my Etsy.
My choice of scent this evening is my wine bottle candle and I’ve gathered my make up brushes to clean later. That’s all I’ve planned, as dull as it seems, for I’m always hopeful for unexpected and spontaneous excitement.
I will declare it now just to get it out the way:
I love Edinburgh.
James had to put up with me saying that over and over for four days straight, but in my defence I don’t understand why no one has told me how bloody lovely it is. It was a shock to the system. Imagine aliens visiting us and Area 51 are like ‘yeah, well, it’s no surprise’ but the rest of the world (other than those preparing for that day to come) are like ‘what?!?! Why didn’t we know?!’ and we would constantly look at each other, maybe nervous giggle – very English – and say ‘can you believe aliens are taking over the world? lol’.
That’s how I feel. How was this secret kept from me? lol.
Needless to say, I instantly felt at home there.
I have only edited my favourite photos of the trip so far, but I was never really going to write a post about my holiday anyway – yet here we are.
So just a quickie
We had the most gorgeous little apartment over looking Grassmarket and at the bottom of my newly favourite street in the world, Victoria Street. We bought some Scottish decorations for every Christmas here on out. Harry Potter is absolutely everywhere. Oh and the Christmas market is amazing, please let me go back at the start of pay day.
Then then then
As we were driving back home it was snowing and the mountains were blanketed, it was all so beautiful and I LOVE EDINBURGH! Bugger, I said it again. I’m sorry, it’s like an illness.
So that’s all for now. I just needed an outlet for this feeling.
And Merry Christmas!