.fashion and art.

a heels and converse type of girl




sketch by: Lovisa Burfitt

.good things come to an end…. till it comes around again .

I know I’ve written about this wonderful woman before.

But I found that I have never written about my Unravelling journey.

This journey was one where words cannot possibly be enough to fully describe the unimaginable creative and personal growth I experienced. What seemed like a long eight week journey ended quickly, but throughout this time I have learned that there is more to life that just regrets, negativity, and that I can let go of that constant resistance to be who I am. I can let go of the remnants of the past that cloud my soul and I can embrace my creativity. I can believe that I am the artist I want to be and that I am.

I have ‘met’ and connected with so many wonderful people through this course, and I have yet to meet them in person. But we shared the same journey, and this…. this is what made the journey so much more enjoyable. A wonderful tribe of women have entered my life unexpectedly and I could have not have asked for anything else. So as much as I have thanked them, I will do so forever.

Oh, I can’t wait till September. Unravelling II, I will try and be patient waiting for you to come around.

.shabby chic and white obsessed.

There’s something about this style that speaks of romance. People may think it looks messy but once mixed in with a variety of elements, this is a look that can work wonders in a home. It oozes comfort and coziness.
Love, LOVE, LOVE! ❤

Photos courtesy of Desire to Inspire;  Living Etc; Solid Frog;

.sketched.

complete and utter love for this man’s art.

.the vintage suitcase.

Everywhere I went in Hong Kong, they were there.
I have been obsessed with these for ages and I think it was a sign. A sign for me to go on a mad search for beautiful, worn, vintage suitcases like these. They are wonderful and I would never use them.

 They would just sit in my house for me to look at. Its tattered leather would whisper its stories for me to only imagine where it had been, what countries it had travelled to and what it had seen. Shabby chic, beautifully worn-out suitcases. I want you.

.hong kong chronicles.

Loud, colourful, crazy. These are Hong Kong streets. I loved it.
Maneuvering through these streets with a pram was difficult, but we made it through. Travelling with a little one proved to be challenging, but he was a trooper. The people overwhelmed him as it did me and we often needed a breather. Hong Kong moves so fast and for a moment,  while standing on the train, I closed my eyes and felt like I could have been back in London. Sometimes I forget how fast the world moves. Manila easily makes you forget the fast-paced lifestyle.
I just wish I could have had more time behind my lens. I didn’t take as many photos as I would have liked,  but the since the ‘mini-holiday’ was for him, I knew I couldn’t.
There’s always next time….

.how do I love thee .

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning