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It Feels Better When It's Sunday: some experimental outfits, wellness and being interesting (or not?)


Good afternoon folks! I wanted to write something a little less structured, a little less serious, today (and therefore procrastinate from my MA work (it's just not going in anymore, okay?)). I want to just spread a little love for Sundays and talk about what's going on in my life at the moment. And share some outfits of late that you might find interesting (or totally dull and deja-vu-esque if you follow me on FB). Anyway, let's have a ramble.

So, basically, I talk a lot about mental health on this blog and recently I've come to a bit of dead-end in that respect because I'm actually doing okay. Far from perfect, but actually okay. There are days where the anxiety (or Conrad, as I like to call him) is present but I'm trying (and succeeding) in not letting him stop me doing exactly what I want. It's difficult to talk about being ill when you're gently walking through the realm of wellness. The same content for my instagram has dried up also. How can I continue to talk about illness when I'm well? (Now bears the question, how can I be interesting when I'm well?).

We're all interesting anyway. I find myself not to be so, but I know that might be a little personality-dysmorphia. Everyone bores themselves, I think. We're always in our own heads, we're bound to know it inside and out. To others though, we are (nearly) always interesting, at least for a little while.

I've been experimenting with fashion a lot more recently, as can be seen from these pics. It was sparked by reading my own old blog. I used to be so much more creative with the way I dressed: more playful, colourful and less concerned with how others see me. It's fun and it's, again, interesting. I also recently dyed my hair green, which I love! Experimenting with appearance is my main hobby.


Right, that was a tangent: back to Sunday now. Sunday is my only true day off. Working in retail means that Saturday is no longer sacred and Sunday truly now is the day of rest (or MA work, I decide). Sunday means a lie-in and music and food and contentment. What does it mean to you?


Folks, that's enough rambling for now. I hope you enjoyed this post and that I've proven I'm not entirely serious all the time! Much love, over and out <3

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