Sunday, 18 October 2015

Glorious weekend

We have had the best weekend with friends- meeting in London, stopping for coffee, wandering around Southbank, Covent Garden and Brixton food market before coming home to a tapas style dinner. 

Whilst it is certainly getting chillier I do love Autumn. Today has been full of big scarves and coat shopping... I am in love with Laura Ashley. 

Wednesday, 15 July 2015

Home Vs. Away

I find that being in a relationship with someone in the forces means there is often common ground with others. They might be in the same position or have previously been in the same position at some point in their life. This could be someone at work, a friend of a friend or more recently the hair dresser. Everyone has different experiences with some similarities, and there are a number of things you could talk about, but there's just one thing bothering me currently.

"No, I don't move to be with my partner, I am based here and this is where I stay - he can always come back to me. I would not move to be with him, I have a life too".

Now I am not saying this is the wrong view, I am not saying it is the right view. I am saying that I am struggling with this view.

I look at this view like 'these females are strong women who have found their place in the world and are unwilling to uproot what they have achieved for themselves. They don't want to lose the bonds they have with friends and their family is incredibly important.'

So what about me? I move to be with Michael. I have only recently moved flats because he's moved bases. Does this make me a weak, dependent female? Will I follow him for the rest of my life? Do I not know my place in the world, are my relationships not as strong or important?

I don't believe any of those things. I move to be with Michael because it is my choice. Because I would rather have an adventure than continue with the familiar. Because I want to know numerous cities like the back of my hand, and how am I going to do that if I don't move around? Because I enjoy life more when he is in it, and I would be unhappy with myself making the choice to not have him in it. I know I have a base at home in Devon and I always will - my friendships remain strong and the ties I have with my family are unquestionable. I know the people I want to make the effort with, and it's been a good weeding process for the one I don't. I am a strong independent woman, and the decisions I make are in the best interest of myself but also my relationship.

I don't regret any of the choices I have made. In fact, they have resulted in successful employment, and even a transfer to a job that I have wanted for a long time. If I hadn't moved to be with Michael, I would never have had the opportunities I am experiencing currently. Michael and I even talk about him being posted to other countries for a year and me getting to go along for the ride and experience that too; what an incredible opportunity. How could I pass up on an adventure of that magnitude?

Do you think I'm just being silly? That it's not something worth worrying about, because everyone is different and they will do what suits them. I am of that view, but I guess I also wanted to justify why I do what I do and make it clearer in my head.

Enough rambling, good night.

Thursday, 16 April 2015

Winner winner

I recently one a competition that ivory mint stationary was running- and I am the proud owner of some beautiful greetings cards! 

I love receiving post- there's nothing like it! 

Monday, 16 March 2015

Turquoise porpoise

I grabbed a bargain in TK Maxx this weekend, and I am loving the colours! 

Wednesday, 11 March 2015

Fat face

I absolutely loved this collection of skirts in fat face. I was born in the wrong era, because I'd happily live in fitted shirts and midi skirts! 

Sunday, 8 March 2015

A Drop In The Ocean

It's been so long since I was last here that I couldn't even remember my password. I lost myself a little while ago, and this place, this little piece of me, was definitely forgotten. But lately I think I might be coming back. I've found myself thinking, ooh I could write about that; wouldn't that be nice to share; hmm I'd best take a photo of this. 

Which is nice. Really nice. 

I never wanted this blog to be a chore, which is why I just went. It became a bit of a burden that I couldn't continue to carry on with at that time. Please don't be offended, let me explain; in a job where everybody's actions and decisions are somehow your responsibility, there is a lot of pressure. I work well over my hours on a daily basis, I don't get lunch, I don't get a minute to think of myself or even go to the bathroom, and when I get home, I eat and I go to sleep. I have broken sleep when I worry about things, and it's hard to properly switch off. At the weekend I like to do nothing. Literally nothing. But that's hard when I feel like I'm wasting time. Or Michael and I end up going home to see family. Whilst I love doing that, and my nephew and niece are so incredibly important to me, it feels like there is never really a break, and never enough time to re-cooperate properly, just enough space to stay sane. 

So how long does one carry on like that? My job is meant to be a career, but if I carry on, it might break me. Do you wait until you're broken, then pick yourself up and put the parts back together? Or do you prevent yourself becoming broken? I think it has to be the latter, surely. But that is also a hard decision to make, and where do you go from there?

I've taken a detour. Back to this post. 
I have had some urges to get back to blogging and to share some things with you. I think today I will just leave it with this quote and the things already discussed, but I hope to be back real soon :) 

I also just read this post and love her honesty.