A change in direction: the Book

For the first time in a long time, I didn’t publish a style post last Saturday. The world kept on her axis. No plagues fell from the sky. Even I wasn’t too bothered.

I have a notebook full of ideas. Enough content to keep me writing pithy little posts about style for ages. But last week didn’t have enough space to steal. Actually, that’s a lie. There is always time somewhere. Books that didn’t have to be read. Social media scrolling that could have been cut short. Mornings that could have started earlier. Read more

Time is not elastic

I have finally stopped fighting time. Not age, exactly, I think the hope in a jar will be around for some time yet. But I am tired of manipulating time. Trying to fit all the things into a tiny space and being surprised when it leaks.

time is not elastic

Time does not bend in the ways I want it to. Things take a certain amount of time and they do not contract just because my time frame is short. And yet I try to push everything into small pockets of time and when those pockets explode at the seams they make me feel rushed and stressed. Confused as to why I couldn’t make it work. Busy. Busy. Busy.  Read more