This week was busy, full of dinner dates, a visit from my long-distance lover, a night out to see a band I’ve been listening to for what feels like forever, my first uni class of the semester and the usual mad carousel of working and planning and trying to keep on track.
Finally, the weekend.
Saturdays are for making plans but Sundays are for making none at all – Sundays are for getting up when the rest of the house is still asleep and making a pot of English Breakfast tea, slicing up some fruit into a white bowl, arranging it on a newly acquired tray and taking the whole thing back to bed. Even better, I had freshly washed sheets to return to. The strangest thing – I never knew I liked figs until today.
I’ve been having a strange time lately, blogwise (and, I suppose, lifewise). What used to feel right doesn’t feel right anymore. The things that once thrilled me leave me uninspired, while my interests wander in new and strange directions. Change is normal, but it’s taken me by surprise, like that feeling where you miss the last step and for a moment, you’re in freefall…
There’s a line from a poem that I’ve been thinking about a lot: In spring, there is autumn in my heart. And in my heart, there is winter, especially in summer. Tonight, for the first time in a long time, it’s raining and I haven’t felt more like myself in months. Like I said, it’s been a strange time lately.
So this feels like a small, good thing: a new plant on my desk and my fingertips dipped in gold. I can’t say I know what’s next, but I hope you’ll join me.
Wearing: Staple the Label silk t-shirt, Witchery silk maxi skirt, vintage gaucho hat (similar here), rings by Alicia Hannah Naomi, StillWithYou and Charlie and Marcelle. Tarot deck by The Wild Unknown (available here).
Silver rings and tarot cards. Books of poetry with their pages curling at the corners from overuse. Black hats and black cats because I’m a witch at heart. Really I’m a morning person but lately the moon has been calling to me. My darling Alicia sent me a package of tiny silver bands nestled in black velvet; amongst them, one crescent and one full moon. Then I added another crescent, this one studded with pavé set diamonds and oxidised to smoky black.
Forever on the hunt for vintage rings to add to my collection. Seed pearls. Victorian love tokens. Things steeped in history. The only requirement: they must be small enough to stack, a few on each finger, like silvery bands of moonlight.
Wearing: Harlm sunglass c/o Quay Eyeware (buy here), ManiaMania Forbidden Path Necklace and GTO necklace, Sportsgirl Ex-Boyfriend tee, Topshop leather skirt (similar here or here), Toga Pulla boots (buy here).
Why wear one ManiaMania necklace when you can wear two?
When I was in Melbourne recently, I spent a day with Alicia, who apart from being one of my favourite people ever, is also probably my favourite person to go shopping with. We always find the best stuff when we’re together.
On this particular trip, we stopped by Zambesi, where Alicia bought a fitted, floor-length Rick Owens skirt, constructed in wool. She was wearing her Rick trainers at the time, and the combination was unexpectedly marvellous.
After that, we stopped by Green With Envy, where I spotted these Toga Pulla boots. I’d been considering buying the calf hair version which were on sale at Net-A-Porter, but hadn’t committed because I far preferred the basic leather. Green With Envy had one pair left. In leather. In my size. Discounted to 50% off their original price. Of course I bought them.