Tagged: and breathe
Summer holidays: Pine cones, roses, lazy days, lemon sherberts, tottering piles of books, picnics, Victoria sponge cake, tartan rugs, muddy wellingtons, damp anoraks, salads, less but more, pots of tea, lashings of ginger beer, board games, walking, running, caring, but not caring, watching, listening, breathing. All summed up in this tiny cottage in Scotland that says come to me with it’s open arms of nostalgia and the warm embrace of simpler times.
(All pics House and Garden and Pinterest)
This is the joy of summer.
Laters, Kate x
Going shopping, flicking through fashion magazines even scrolling through websites I rarely find myself. There’s what I’m meant to aspire to, what I’m supposed to want, carefully curated projections of what I’m supposed to think. But there’s a big distance between me and what’s there. It’s like in the great desire to make money and consume, we’ve allowed ourselves to be swallowed up, and we’ve forgotten what it means to really be. And there’s a cost: somewhere there’s a dark hole of insecurity that’s been left to grow and spread so much of the sadness I see, because if we’re always meant to be striving for something that isn’t us, where’s the love for who we really are? Maybe that’s why I love this article so much, written in Toast magazine. They’ve found normal women like Susan Hay above, living extraordinary lives who’s style is inherent to them as human beings.
(Beautiful pictures by Elena Heatherwick, see Toast and Pinterest)
This is about women who have stood the test of time, with their wardrobes that have done the same: True inspiration.
Laters, Kate x