What are you celebrating today? I am celebrating the start of my annual summer wardrobe sorting session which commenced today. I always forget a few pieces of clothing, and seeing them once more makes me excited for summer. We’ve had the most glorious spring this year with sunny days every day since lockdown. This week it’s been wet and rainy which has been a bit of a shock after all the lovely warm weather. So it’s ‘goodbye’ to perfect lighting and blue skies and ‘hello again’ to cloudy days and the joy of muddy boots and wet socks.
What is your favourite colour? I love yellow, pink and navy blue but there aren’t any colours I avoid wearing except brown. I know lots of women have a colour palette they stick to, but I am very random in my colour and clothing selection as I buy whatever makes me feel happy. I avoided black for a long time when I had blonde hair but I have a new found affection for black and white since ditching the dye.
Rummaging through my summer clothes last week I found this gorgeous white blouson jacket from Zara. I don’t normally wear a lot of white, but I think thats about to change. Which colour makes you happy and lifts your mood? For me, it’s hot pink or a lovely lemon yellow as a second choice.
I was asked recently ‘what are you selling?’ I’m selling a healthy midlife body and positive mindset. The cost is your time and commitment. It starts today with you appreciating you are still here and have the ability to change, to embrace and adore your perfect ageing body. One of the saddest things which has increasing monetary value and is highly sought after, is a toy which is decades old, still in it’s perfect box. No scratches, scuffs or creases. Unplayed with. Untouched. Unloved. That toy never fulfilled its purpose. I think the secret to positive ageing is to live in the moment. Not in the past. Not in the future. We are here. Now.
She has sparkling hair, or maybe cherry red… or any colour of the rainbow. It’s whichever colour makes her feel happy and confident. She cares. She’s kind. She wears what she wants. Dr Marten boots with a pretty dress? She likes it, thats all that matters. She wears her hair long, in a messy bun. Or maybe her head is shaved, an undercut, dreadlocks. Her choice. She dances, she sings, she loves her life. She knows she is lucky, she is here. She’s visible. She’s bold. She’s brave. She’s fearless. She’s wise. She loves every stretch mark from weight gained, weight lost, perhaps a baby, or maybe not. She likes her squidgy belly. It’s warm and soft. A perfect pillow. She walks. She talks. She breathes in the morning air and is thankful each day. She smiles. She makes time for herself, to be the best she can be. She’s caring. She’s mindful. She’s compassionate. She wears sexy undies, big knickers, no knickers, she can wear whatever she damned likes. She wears pink lipstick, red lipstick, no lipstick. They are her lips to choose. She has tattoos, no tattoos, dreams of tattoos, get that tattoo! She’s slim, she’s shapely, she is lean, she is the shape she wants to be. She is everything she never dared to be. This is her time to shine. She is me.
I feel like the whole world has turned upside down.
This vicious minuscule invisible enemy which jumped on a plane, enjoyed a cruise and rode a train is causing the ultimate havoc and affecting everyone on this planet. I can’t help but marvel at the speed of its travel, the breadth of attack and the level of destruction it has left in its wake.
I now live in my shorts and wander around the house in underwear all day. I don’t really see the point in wearing clothes, other than to create more laundry to keep me entertained. I’ve run out of chores, other than the ones I don’t want to do and never will. Such as sorting out paperwork and doing some filing. Turns out I’m behind with paperwork because I hate doing it, not because I don’t have the time. My husband and I fight over who is going to do the laundry. It’s whoever can reach the laundry basket first in the morning wins the race and gets something to do for a few minutes! Whoever thought we would be fighting over wanting to do laundry?! I haven’t driven for 5 weeks, so my car must think I’ve died. I really miss driving to Totnes to visit the produce market on Friday, browsing the little boutiques, visiting food stalls – especially eating the best freshly made Indian dosa in Devon.
I’m feeling very positive and happy today as I know lockdown will not last forever. I am just reminiscing about market day and looking forward my next visit whenever that may be. Life is just on pause. Which weekly visit do you miss the most?
My favourite place to relax and be creative is my kitchen. My cottage kitchen is not the most luxurious or high tech kitchen in the world but it has everything I need to produce healthy and tasty plant based meals. Thank you for all the lovely comments and messages following my last IGTV cookery post. I had fun making it and have learned a lot already about ways to shoot better and that I need to be more organised. My son has tried to convince me for many years to open a restaurant. But, I only enjoy cooking for people I like. For me it’s a way to show love and gratitude to those who mean the most to me. Sharing my recipes and joy of cooking via IGTV should be enough to get Seb started with some basic cooking skills. I tried to teach him a new recipe every week when he lived at home but he was more interested in eating. Crispy tofu recipe coming soon. I just need to hunt some down first! Thank you all for your unwavering support. Much love x