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growing up
We thought about time so differently growing up. We would wish our lives away waiting for that birthday party, that holiday, or that Christmas for that present. We would be wishing we were older too. Old enough to buy makeup, to vote, to buy alcohol or be able to go out and party. I always...
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As we get older, I’ve noticed more and more that when it comes to fashion, we’re looking for comfort as well as style. Long gone are the days of being uncomfortable to look stylish. Thinking that to be in pain would all be worth it if you looked fashionable. Now I’m thinking, but will I...
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I remember writing a post last year just before I turned 29, all about the prospect of turning 30. It feels as though that year has gone terribly quickly and before I know it, I’ll soon be 30. It seems such a milestone, doesn’t it? The big 3.0. Growing up, it always seemed like such...
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At what age do we develop an interest in fashion? Is it from the age of eight – or perhaps as young as six – when we ask for some new clothes or decide purple is now our favourite colour? Or is it on our first ‘mufty day’ at school when we long to have...
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It sometimes feels as though our lives are a constant stream of decisions. Growing up, those that seem important at the time – who to play with in the playground or who to invite to your birthday party – soon become inconsequential as the years tick by. Reaching those all-important teenage years and the decision...
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Growing up, you tend to have an idea of your life on a timeline, mapped out in front of you with each successive milestone marking a new momentous occasion or point in your life. At 18 whilst studying at university, I believed that my life would be on track by the time I reached 25....
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The Wedding Years
As we start to approach the end of 2016, I find myself reflecting on the events of the summer months. I’ve attended two lovely weddings this year – one as bridesmaid and another for one of my very best friends I met at university. Both in equally beautiful locations, the former was over in the...
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I had a minor nervous breakdown over the weekend, figuratively speaking of course. I don’t know what an actual nervous breakdown feels like, but I imagine that it’s much worse than what I went through. It began on Friday, a jittery, dark feeling that was with me when I woke up. I’m not too good...
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I was ten years old when I asked my friends to play ‘jump the cloud’ with me. This was a game I’d made up, where I pretended that the painted shapes on the playground concrete were clouds and imagined that the space around them was the sky. But my friends were going on eleven and they were growing...
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What would we do without them? Yesterday I was walking down Oxford Street after having lunch with a close friend that I don’t get to see as often as I would like. A girl, in a rush and carrying a number of paper bags filled with her latest purchases, stopped next to me at the...
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