Notes from 2018 // note 4

Back in Malvern. My birthday. 33.

How is it possible that I am the great old age of 33? I quite like the way this sounds, like a rounded number. Thirty Three. I think I am amongst some sort of weird fog/crisis and feeling a bit wobbly. Maybe its the new age. Thirty-three is slightly different from 32/31/30. It feels like you should most definitely have your shit together; life/kids/house/career. I am sort of dangling in some sort of abyss. I seem to have bits and pieces sorted and am surviving. But I am not thriving. SO. There that is. I feel very much like these photos, surrounded by a fog that consumes everything and unable to see much in front and behind me… I feel a bit stuck and fuzzy. It must be that time of year. I usually relish in winter. But this January and half of february I have found it hard to get up and go. I feel like everyone has suffered these past two months. I can’t wait for spring to come and blow out those cobwebs. Lighter nights and warmer days. Being outside. Long walks.

These photos were taken on a random wednesday, at the beginning of the year. One of those days when it is all foggy and gloomy. When everyone has returned to work after the festivities of the festive season. That wednesday happened to be my birthday the 10th.

We decided on going out for a long walk around Malverns’ charity shops. The only aim was to hunt gems and get cake (it was my birthday after all!).
(how much is that puppy in the window?!)
We went to my favourite pub ever ever… we had fish and chips and a very good pint!

Malvern is also one of my favourite places. The streets are so grand and beautiful. It makes me feel like I am stepping back in time every time I visit and walk around these streets imagining the grand houses and who occupied them. It was suitably gloomy and a thick fog had settled down so low. I have a thing with tree skeletons. Their beautiful spindly fingers are so elegant and graceful. A blurry picture of some cake but proof I managed to stuff some cake in my face.

Does this look like a horror film or a set from an old theatre scene about some vile being? Love it!

So one last note from England and then we shall move onto daily life here!

Notes from 2018 // note 3

Whilst visiting England we were lucky enough to have a stay in beautiful Bath. My mum invited us to stay in a beautiful little hotel near to the Royal Cresent.

We drove through the lovely Cotswolds to get to Bath and stopped off on the way in a little village for soup. When we arrived in Bath it was spitting, grey and bitterly cold. The grey almost seemed to enhance the beauty though. I love the regalness of Bath and the stone and the attention and detail that was taken into building the massive sprawling townhouses.

We stayed at Brooks guesthouse, a quaint little hotel with a lot of character (and amazing breakfasts!). Our room was small but cosy and the bed was massive. It was a lovely base close enough to the centre to walk.

The Royal Cresent. Despite being my second time in Bath it was my first time visiting the Royal Cresent. It was cold and grey but oh so charming. Wondering around the cresent and being nosy and peeking into the houses and hotels that line the cresent and thinking “oh how the other half live”. Also a great oportunity for photo taking.

We then walked up from the Royal Cresent and found ourselves on a little side street. It was so nice, lined with little galleries and independent shops. We stopped off at an antique map shop and stepped inside a gallery. We meanandered through the backstreets making our way to the central part of Bath.

The centre of Bath is very much like being thrown into an old history book. History seeps out of every nook and cranny and I just fell in love with the colours of the buildings, the roof tops and old book like atmosphere. I felt like I was almost in a Phillip Pullman novel.

Once we arrived to a more central location we had a quick beer in a lovely pub called the Pig and Fiddle on Saracen Street. It was warm and cosy and just what we needed. We grabbed a pizza and walked through the dark streets back in time to snuggle up in bed and watch Silent Witness.

We woke up bright and early the next morning to a lovely buffet breakfast plus a cooked breakfast. I had the vegetarian option plus a lovely yoghurt concoction that was to die for.

See cosy innit?

After being full we then headed onto the centre again to explore the sites and the shops. We of course had to walk through The Royal Cresent one more time, i mean it wouldve been rude not to right?

I wouldnt mind to live here thanks, those colomns/tiles/front door though!

We got a bit lost, my sense of direction is TERRIBLE. But the nice thing about getting lost is finding new little places to see.

Such as this house, aptly named Four Walls.

Oh those chimney pots, did I mention I have a love affair with roof tops and chimney pots?

We then crossed Pulteney Bridge. And found a shop called Found. It had good stationary and nice concrete planters and plates and some good, albeit, pricey sweaters.

We carried on over the bridge and walked towards Walcot street as I had heard great things about the small shops there.

We found plenty a pretty shop and drank coffee and ate good cake in Society cafe. Highly recommend their coffee! We wanted to visit the Hay store, but alas it was being refurbished when we went to go there. SO Bath next time I want to have more bites to eat and explore more of your many cafes. I also would love to go to the Lush spa and the bath spa’s. See you soon Bath!

Notes from 2018 // note 2

Here is my second week of the year. It has been a funny old year so far.
Picking up from where we left last time. Still in England (not now then I mean!). Gloomy eerie England. It was bitterly cold. We were up in the hills, staying with my mum and stepdad in Malvern. SLow days that got dark before you know it. Days that crept into one another. But oh did we visit beautiful places. I had never ventured into the Cotswolds before. It was like being on an old tv series set. Quaint and eerie at the same time. All the stone and fields and cottages one could desire.
We also celebrated, had a lovely meal in a lovely pub and didn’t stop eating from there really.
We attempted to walk it off on one of the coldest, brisk days my bones have had the pleasure of feeling in a LONG while. The hills in Malvern are a must, especially on a beaut of a day like this. We HAD to warm up after with a hot cup of cocoa and all the works. It was bliss.
We visited small towns, with pretty shops and good baked goods.
Overall we just explored, ate and snapped away. It was good to get back to the UK.

So. I took a little old break there didn’t I? Old habits and all. Truefully I have found it a tad difficult finding my feet in this new year. I have felt stuck and displeased that things weren’t put in place in time to be able to start afresh. But then when does it matter when you start and don’t start. I should know that by now, that my main lesson is to live slow and enjoy everything as it happens. Rather than regretting or living in the past and fretting about the future and planning away my present. Any way. I took a break. I needed it and it felt good. I thought I would still catch up with these weekly updates though because I want to look back and have the memories of this time. I think that’s what is important too!
SO let’s step back in time and appreciate it, remember it and enjoy it in the present. Let’s go back to those early eerie days of January.
My next instalment will cover my trip to Bath.

Notes from 2018 // note 1

Hello my old friend! It’s been a while since I first wrote in this white box. I always see to write this on here though. So to break old habits I am going to start updating this little blog here every week. Sharing a visual diary of my week in photo and video form. I also want to add weekly letters to myself as I really enjoy reading back in them and also the learning from ones past self is invaluable. I have battled with blogging and my online presence and the pressure of being good and having a load of followers that it has made me forget why I do it in the first place. I do it because I love documenting and recording and it’s good to get it all out of my busy brain. I also really enjoy having a corner of the internet that is entirely my own and only mine. I get to control the way it works (no pesky algorithms here thanks!) and exactly how the content appears. I am also not just posting into a very over saturated sea.

So two of my resolutions in one, to blog more and to keep being aware of why and who I am blogging more. For me and because I enjoy it.

This weeks post is a week and a half, I will post the second installment this week. There are quite a few photos

So our first bit of the trip was mainly based around Bristol. We flew into Bristol on the 27th of December. Those weird in-between days where you are so sluggish and tired from Christmas. We met up with my sister Vic, went on a country walk all together in the bitter cold. Then had a lovely coffee then pizza (complete with a near choking fit and a good old game of I spy). We also visited nice cafes. Such as this one below, the Albatros café on the cool North Street. It’s an Instagram dream!

See? Amazing!

We went to Western Supermare for seaside adventures. It was blustery and cold but good. We had doughnuts and fish and chips.

We had a nice New Year’s Eve walk, which helped blow out the cobwebs. We ended up in a lovely local pub.

Then we went off to Devon for a few days to be spoilt with my sisters granny and grandpa in law, Betty and Peter. I loved being there and in Devon so much, it broke up the trip nicely and was lovely to explore and be in a new place.

We then left Teighnmouth happy and full of fresh air and fish and chips and then travelled to my mums house in Malvern. Which I will post later on this week. Happy new year folks!

Six month clothes challenge

As the title of this post suggests I decided to enforce a spending no buying clothes/shoes ban. I can say that I successfully achieved my challenge.


  1. Ok, we bought and moved into our new flat. It is more or less the same size as our old flat but a different layout (ie a kitchen that we can actually cook and be more than 2 people in and bathrooms that are more than just a cupboard) meaning that we have to be super careful with how we fill this space. It was also in the move whilst doing the mammoth tidy and sort out of the century/millennium that I began to realise I HAD TOO MUCH SHIT! I mean clothes have always been such a joy to me (more on that later). SO something had to give. A flea market was done and I am selling more stuff over on my depop account.
  2.   I have a buying/spending problem. I buy stuff on a whim without giving it much thought. Its only after I get the items (I am an online shopper/binger) delivered and decide after a lot of trying to ignore it when I check my bank balance and I want to cry. I like food and eating and also having a house over my head and electricity and all those fun things. A new pair of shoes won’t pay those, although they might look nice.
  3.  I am VERY compulsive. I can do a lot of damage on one of my shopping binges. I click and buy. I often get tempted by bloggers and instagram which brings me onto my next point.
  4.  I felt disgusting constantly buying into the instagram / bloggers world. ALways having to have something new and on trend and be the first to get stuff. There is a massive pressure on us all to constantly be current and have the new it bag or trend.
  5.  I wanted to start thinking about the clothes I actually wanted and my personal style and who I am as a person. I wanted to think about how clothes make me feel and how we can play dress up and be a character one day and another one the next. How clothes can change your mood and make you feel better (or worse) and how it is an expression of who you are. Its magical and I LOVE playing dress up!
  6.  Buying stuff out of boredom. When I worked in an office I was constantly getting deliveries of STUFF. Just lots of stuff. I was bored and unhappy and new clothes/shoes made me have that buzz for all of 5 minutes until I had to get the next best new thing.

So what have I learnt?

Well a lot actually. I feel like I know what I like more. I feel less dictated to in terms of trends and stuff like that (you will NEVER find me in a fluffy pair of sliders for example). I am growing older (32 eek!) and I feel like I know what clothes make me feel like. I know what things I want and what is missing. I know that I have a personal sentimental attachment to clothes which means I unwillingly hoard them. I also am attached to them because of the amount I have spent makes me feel guilty to just get rid of them (I know silly right?).
As I said above I LOVE playing dress up. But I also love sensible well made pieces. I like to know that my items are more or less sustainable or that they are going to last me for years to come. I think this has taught me to make wiser purchases and not to be so bloody impulsive.

At the start of August I purchased a few things. I broke my spending ban. Whilst originally I felt shit for spending money when I said I was going to last the year I think its ok. I made wise, thoughtful purchases and I didn’t really re purchase things in different versions. I think the new additions work well. However what I have decided is that this is only going to be a bi annual thing. Here in Barcelona we basically have two seasons; a hot summer and a mildish winter. There for there are a lot of clothes that I can use for the transition period. I am happy to wait and see what I really need. To weed out what I don’t wear or need. Or what simply doesn’t fit anymore. I am also eager to see where I have gaps. I would like to do an almost capsule wardrobe, but keeping it fairly loose and for me to keep treasured items (like my vintage dresses and handbags!). I also will operate a strict in and out policy. No more binging on random stuff. If I buy anything I have to LOVE it.

My aims are to:

    1. 1. Streamline my wardrobe and the amount of items in it.
    1. 2. Buy only quality stuff that is timeless and will last me for years to come.
    1. 3. Try and make as much as possible myself (I LOVE to sew and also I like unique to me items).
    1. 4. Have a bi-annual clear out of clothes that are unworn or just unsuitable.
    1. 5. Learn how to let go of sentimental items.
    1. 6. Only buy clothes bi-annually and giving myself a budget.
    1. 7. Try to buy as sustainable or from small indie brands as much as possible.
    1. 8. Stop buying from HUGE chains (btw I stopped buying from Zara, h&m, Pull & bear completely!).
    1. 9. Buy stuff that is ME and not trend led. Just because so and so blogger has it doesn’t mean I need it.
    10. Make sure I wear most of my wardrobe and have fun with the stuff I already have and not just wear the same thing everyday.

SO thats it. Thats my clothes buying/not buying manifesto. I am quite proud of myself for lasting 6 months and have learnt alot. Next step….beauty (scream face emoji!).

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