Sometimes, when something pretty falls in your mailbox, you just gotta share it! all of these snaps were taken by my lovely friend gill, whilst making our little blog vid back in the summertime. not being so hot with the camera myself, i absolutely love the charming way which gill has captured aspects of my day & showcased some of my much loved possessions!
on the day of filming, the idea was to give an insight into the different aspects of blogging, from styling outfits and photograph prepping, to illustrating and editing - i hold my hat off to bloggers that write daily, it's an insane amount of work! first we filled the boot of my car with clothes and cameras and set off to a local manor house, with the most beautiful grounds - one of my favourite places to go for an evening walk! you can tell how happy i was there from the cheshire cat grin as seen below. after that, we stopped by the triangular lodge (featured here), which made a pretty cool backdrop to the vid and then rest of the (stupidly hot) day was spent at my house, refreshing ourselves with ice cold beverages and showing gill through my blogging regime!
it was a pretty awesome day & now i'm so happy i have these lovely pictorial keepsakes too! if you missed the video the first time round, you can find it on my about page!
me in 2006, aged 17, on my last day of sixth form being some kind of pouty mod-cat hybrid.
On the 25th August, I turned 25.
That's fine, isn't it!? I mean, sure, my next big birthday is now 30, but that's still 5 years away. And yep, now everything's a lot more serious than my student days, & 70% of the people I went to school with are now married, but 25 is a good age right...RIGHT!?
On the bright side, I don't think I've got many wrinkles yet, and I still get ID'd all the god damn time. Only the other week, I ventured up to the swimming baths, got to the counter, asked for a swim and in return, was asked my age. It took me a good couple of minutes to realise that the lady on reception was asking because she was trying to figure out whether I was under 16 or older. It felt great for a second, then I just felt like she was rubbing it in.
Suddenly, I have to start remembering things that happened in my teenage years by decade: "Oh, hey friend, remember that gig we went to NEARLY A DECADE AGO?"
Even a light-hearted conversation about childhood television, between myself & the 20 year old work intern revealed that we had totally different reference points and thus, reminding me that she is young and I am old.
Don't get me wrong, this year is definitely my most happiest & content. I love my job, my boy and hanging with my friends, now that we're all old enough to skip past any potential drama! I feel so much more confident in myself, my abilities, and even this slightly out-of-proportion body that I've been dealt. I feel like 25 has given me confidence to do things without having to seek reassurance; even down to silly things like, wearing less makeup and getting used to my own face.
I've ticked off a lot on my life to-do list, and still find enough inspiration to create new lists. I've figured out that I'll never feel like I've 'succeeded' but that's probably 'cause I always want to push myself to do more, so that's okay too.
More than that, I like the fact that, at 25 there's been enough life experience to view things objectively, have the balls to eject the negative & make changes for the positive. It's taken me several weeks to sit down & write this post. I haven't really written anything for ages but it's been nice to take the time to quietly assess myself & my life and figure out that, 25 is actually AOK.
For you spring chickens out there, still awaiting the arrival of this wondrous landmark, I have employed the linguistical wisdom of two of my best boy buds to offer one piece of advice about turning this grand old age...
Chris Wallace, 25.
"Accept the fact that you will now be sharing the workplace and general adult places with people that were born in the mid 90s. Whilst depressing that your knowledge of a time before the internet will make you sound like a dinosaur, embrace it. We are the last generation that used a landline. Thats our thing.
Under no circumstances say "I remember when this was all fields..." because you will want to [say it] and it will happen more often - but don't. To the youth you might as well say that you went fishing with a spear and the clan ate heartily that night."
Jack Stewart, 25.
"Since turning 25 I've had several startling revelations. I care much more about prices in supermarkets than I ever imagined. If there's a deal on then I want to know about it. Love a bargain. Also, I'm considering buying a cardigan. They're practical aren't they. And they look much snazzier than they did when I was 24.
I've also realised that life is very quickly slipping away and that I have to make the most of it. If I live to 100, then I've already lived a quarter of my life already. However, I'm more likely to die before 50 so the clock is ticking. Despite this knowledge and the fact that I know I have to make something of myself, I spend most of my days being tired all the time and thinking about bargains and cardigans.
When we're 18-24 we had the energy to beat the world but we didn't think we had to. Once you hit 25 we understand that things have to change but now we're too damned knackered to do anything about it. It's a cruel twist of fate."
Keep those Nirvana and pop-punk CDs from your early teens, they'll be a comfort blanket for those stressful days... a decade later"
I'd been looking forward to exploring the darling city of Edinburgh for quite some time! I'd visited when I was a littl'en - played the tourist, sat on the canons, but I felt I was long overdue a refreshed visit to fully appreciate all it has to offer. So when James nonchalantly mentioned they were going to be supporting tame impala at the picture house (cue: massive girly squeal) it seemed like a better time than any to take a trip up over the border!
Day 1 was spent catching up with the girls, skilfully navigating our persons & luggage through the excitable crowds that gathered along the royal mile for the fringe festival - stopping for the odd cup of tea & popping into the various vintage shops that caught our eye on the way up to the castle. The eve, well, was pretty darn amazing & tame impala sounded phenomenal.
Fortunately, James had a few days off post-gig so we were able to really make the most of the trip & gallivant around the city some more, climbing up the monument on Calton hill (until the torrential rain started - thanks Scotland!) and popping into museums & galleries. The best days.