Generally in life, my outlook is we can sleep when we’ve moved on. Which means every day is pretty much packed with some kind of activity/event/engagement. This theory doesn’t stop at general life, it also applies to holidays. I don’t want to travel so far to sit in one place for two weeks? I don’t see the point in travelling to the same place every year, to revisit the same places over and over. Not unless they’re so special, you can’t let them go from your mind. Last year, during our road trip around California, each day was filled with a new activity, something new to see. I’d waited too long to visit the west coast of America not to see something new every day. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no dictator of the clock. I don’t make a timetable of what we should be doing every day. I just want to make the most of every moment and see all I can until its time for me to move on. I don’t wish to sound morbid, quite the opposite actually. Life is too short to sit around, waiting. Just keep moving.
After all said and done, our holiday this time around has been very different. Lazy days in our holiday shack, long beach days swimming in the sea until the sun sets, returning to the house for supper with salty hair and sticky skin, beaching ourselves on beach blankets with a book too good to leave alone. Its been a revelation in vacationing and as much as I thought I couldn’t stomach a holiday of such seaside-slobbery, I’ve enjoyed every single second. But, I also have a confession – I am terrible at relaxing. I cannot switch off. So much so, sometimes it affects my health. I still don’t know why, even in my thirties – but what I do know is how important it is to escape every day life to enable ourselves to reset back to default mode. Back to being a child. Being an adult with many responsibilities doesn’t always allow us to switch off, we’re always on duty, we always have someone else relying on us to do ‘something’ for them. Escaping from this means an element of selfishness is allowed, its more acceptable and I most definitely know 100% that I need a little more of this therapy in my life.
Holiday dressing is always reflected by my mood. At home, its often structured, sometimes considered and most definitely a functional uniform. Away from home, it consists of unbuttoned shirts, a lack of underwear, beach hair, the permanence of a bikini or two, some thrown on jewellery for long evenings discussing questions we may normally not have the time to consider, watching lizards scuttle along walls and creep amongst the shadows, seeking their next meal. Whatever the case, adorning myself with gold or silver is always a prerequisite. I’m yet to find a solution for transporting jewellery where unknotting necklaces before I can wear them is avoided, though perhaps I should just wear them all, as a solution, whilst travelling to our destination. I can see that working. This holiday, I brought some new pieces along with me, which I found at Anthropologie and I’m pretty sure they’ll be worn on high rotation. They’re all unique in their own way, which is basically how the Anthropologie brand positions itself – you won’t generally find pieces you find here, anywhere else. I remember the first time I went into an Anthropologie shop in Miami almost ten years ago and never wanting to leave – their shop interior design obviously aims to create this strong desire amongst their customers and I fell for it completely. Now I’m a huge fan, visiting their website at least once a week (its true!) since I can’t always get to their gargantuan store in London, which is probably a good thing as I’m considering moving in on my arrival back in England.
Oh, and if you struggle with plant styling your home, I strongly recommend taking a visit for some inspiration – they have a wall of greenery like you’ve seen in the movies. And I challenge you to leave the shop without a purchase. It won’t happen, but I’d like to see you prove me wrong.
A bientot for now and grand bisous from the South of France.
Denim shorts are a summer staple for alot of people and most definitely me. They’re easy to throw on, pretty much guaranteed to look good (unless your bum cheeks are hanging out which we all know is a big fat no-no) and only get better with age. Frame Denim jeans, a recent discovery, are made with old-school quality denim. They do have a 1% lycra woven into them but they’re in the heavy-weight league – thick, lush denim is the name of their game and I’m a fan. A big fan. They’re the quality of 90’s Levis. These shorts are named ‘Le Cutoff’ for fairly obvious reasons and they’re the perfect blue for blue denim – its named ‘Richland’. A blue thats not too warm, not too cold, not too light and not too dark – maybe they should have been named the Goldilocks Shorts.
I bought mine for my holiday next week. In no more than 6 sleeps, we’ll be cruising over the Channel to St Malo and driving down South for our first stop off on Ile De Re………
I must admit I’d never considered checking out anything Boohoo.com had to offer until last week when I googled ‘tassle playsuit’ – I clicked the link to the site with apprehension (I never liked the whispery adverts on TV) however I liked what I saw. I thought I’d try a few pieces since I had a deal for cheap next day delivery and that we have an imminent trek across France for the summer, yet was still apprehensive. The clothes are very reasonably priced so I expected the quality to be low. Again, I was wrong. I’m not keeping everything, the other playsuits I ordered are covered in pom poms and super pretty, but better suited to 15 year old girls or nightwear, since they’re made of jersey, making them not so wearable outdoors. Well, for me anyway. But these pieces above are keepers, and being a huge fan of similar peasant-style tassle queen Vita Kin but not having a few hundred £££ to throw at one of their dresses at present, I’m pretty happy to be heading to Ile-De-Ré avec mon vélo wearing this pretty high-street version.
Different things mean different things to different people. Shoes mean more to me than they might do to you, I don’t know for sure. But I do know that I love these new Isabel Marant Jaeryn sandals I bought in the Matches Fashion Sale so much, that I almost can’t wear them, but want to study them like a piece of modern art, appreciate them for all their glory and beauty in construction. I say almost because they look far too good on my feet for them to stay sitting on my shoe shelves.
Whatever the case, these sandals are most definitely one of my most favourite pieces of wearable art I own.