cookies

The cookies are done. They sit in piping hot rounds, reeking of cinnamon and butter and loving mixing. The crisp of the baking paper, the rustle of the heat as it cools and crackles through the mixture, settling back into the searing black tray, causing the edges of the biscuits to curl upwards as though…

ahh, a suitcase girl

I have noticed, looking back through my posts, that I seem to start a disproportionate amount of them with the words ‘I love’. And though I generally try to avoid the words ‘I hate’, I think that today I might employ them, just this once, because this emotion that I’m feeling today is much stronger…

leaving, finally

I can see the sheet of paper shivering, catching in the breeze as he paces the room. His voice is agitated, thin with stress, head bent down to the phone he holds tight to his ear. The room is hot, stuffy almost, a long rectangle of sun from the old window resting on the dusty…

wwoofing

There is a wasp above me. I’m watching him, sure that at any moment he’ll fall into a kamikaze dive towards my face. He looks like a badass. Ants and spiders crawl across the black tarp, meandering around each comparatively giant obstacle, in search of God knows what. A fly lands on the smooth metal…

find your style

I have always been obsessed with home decor. I spend most of my television time watching home improvement shows, and I love paint stores, mainly for their delicious paint swatches. So I was so happy when I came across this website and it gave my style a label! Go and give it a go, it…