Freedom from the limits of fear...

Hotels, motels, inspections, paper work, coffees, room service, exploring, dreaming, crying, buzzing, scared, thirsty, tired. I miss home.

My first impressions of Newcastle range from good to bad to amazing to bizarre. I adore the old buildings, the charm, the new meets old, the lack of pretense but I'm confused about the empty spaces and vacant lots, the lack of trees and the abandoned factories turned dwellings. I'm unsure about the weather. I'm not loving the style. I am enjoying the simplicity. I'm sold on the coast line.

My new life, I feel a great future expanding in front of me like the endless ocean at my door step. Holly shit, I think I'm really divinely happy!

New York Fashion Week best collections...

J. Mendel's collection for Spring RTW 2012 

Michael Kor's collection was at the other end of the scale, with deep natural shades and tribal detailing. 

Leaving on a jet plane...

...ok leaving in my car, not quite as glamorous as a big jet plane. Moving day has arrived and I'm setting off in the morning for the long drive down south. I have clothes stuffed in bags and old magazines stacked on the back seat, little pieces of home scattered around me. Part of me is thrilled that I can still fit my life's possessions into a car boot, but part of me sees only my lack of gumption and propensity to flightiness?

I'm scared, but I've made my decision. I'm going, going, gone, to somewhere new, to be someone and to do something.


Choose Now
Born to refuse,
Me, here, is now.
Now I choose.
To have voice,
To have choice,
To have drive,
To feel alive.
Simplicity, frivolity,
Absurd beats this heart,
Flowing through my veins,
Passion, power, pledge,
Living out on the edge.

Chop a branch,
It will grow longer.
Cage a tiger,
It will grow stronger.

Have choice,
Have voice,
Have now.



One of a kind...

Hope your all having a fabulous and glamorous week and are inspired to try new things. Dare to be whoever you want to be!

 

Fate loves the fearless...

I've been cleaning out my wardrobe and my life in preparation for the big relocation. I'm discovering dozens of forgotten treasures that I adore but never wear, gorgeous pieces that sit in my wardrobe waiting to turn into stories and memories. Too bright, too skimpy, too big, too vintage, too bold, too nana, too edgy; too this or too that for real life. I love them all but most have never accompanied me out into the world, these garments are stuck to their hangers with the super glue of my insecurity.

My goal for the next week is to wear one thing everyday that I have owned for years but have been too afraid to wear. And so my fearless fashion week begins...

There are some women that truly inspire me to bring the crazy into the everyday. Anna Dello Russo, Daphne Guiness, Mary Kate Olsen, Gwen Stefani, Carrie Bradshaw (even if she is a fictional character!).

Lace...

dreams...

I need more room, I need big oceans and endless highways. I need space on the shelf, the chance to be myself, room to breath, time to grieve, moments to keep and smiles to seek. I'm chasing change, tired of living in my cloudy imagination.

Procrastination is fear disguised as laziness. In a few short weeks I will be all alone, in a new town, with a new job, a new apartment, not knowing a soul. Sounds like bliss, sounds like hell, sounds like something I was made for. Jumping in head first, wearing armour made from false bravado, the facade of certainty masking the doubts running through my mind. My fierce independence and ever changing dreams lead me all over the place. Maybe this time I will stay in the same place long enough to see every season change...