Life, with all its funny twists and turns, often leaves me confused. Perhaps it’s due to my constant thinking or perhaps it’s just that the world can be shambolic, and negotiating your way through it isn’t always a barrel of laughs. Nevertheless, we continue forth because Pandora’s box let hope escape too, so we can believe that things have a strange way of working out for the best.
To quote the ineffable Monty Python:
“…when life looks jolly rotten, there’s something you’ve forgotten, and that’s to laugh and smile and dance and sing”
Truer words never spoken.
Sometimes, the smiles come from the little things. The quirky details in an outfit. The glow-in-the-dark face on your watch. The unexpected card from a friend at a difficult time. The funny little late night conversations. The spontaneous dances. Sharing music, books, knowledge, thoughts and ideas with other souls. Making things. And really, just being a little bit more bloody grateful for everything you can surround yourself with.
The only other thing is time. Time to figure out who you are and what you believe, and the things you hope for. Words are the easy bit really, but the time it takes to understand the pieces of your puzzle? That is invaluable.
Best of the Rest
Visiting the XYZT exhibition in Paris.
Denim, chambray and blue suede shoes: unravelling the fuss about Blue.
Lessons from Worn Fashion Journal.
On testing, costumes and abandoning ideas.
Revisiting the Cheap Date Guide to Style by Kira Jolliffe and Bay Garnett.
Recollections from Devon.
A museum related musing.
The tale of a long lost love, in a jacket formation.
On finding your voice.
Chatting planet and process with Yorkshire-based label, Antiform.