We’ve made it folks. Peter and I are finally residing in our new home, and boy is it pretty. It’s crazy to see how much your quality of life can improve, with just a change of scenery. I mean sure, it may just be the excitement talking, but I wake up every day with the morning light feeling light and fluffy on our little cloud. That being said the work that comes with turning a house into your dream home has been somethin’. Only two days of having the keys in hand we had most of our furniture in place, all of our things put away, and thought the end of our little move was in sight. Then…the OCD kicked in and oh boy did it come in hard. For the last two weeks I have been organizing every inch of the past 8 years of my life so our every possession fulfills its destiny by finding its way to the spot it was always meant to be in. It sounds crazy because it is. I can literally tell you on which shelf, of which cupboard, in which room, anything is…and boy does it feel good.
Peter does a ton around the house, but when it comes to organizing my way, bless his soul, the man can’t handle the heat. I started to organize his boot closet yesterday and after asking him to take over for a minute, I came back to a ton of dirty sneakers mismatched piled up in the back of a shelf. He wanted to make it clear to his future self that those were the yucky used sneakers…I could have died. So I got back to work, and haven’t stoped since. That’s kind of how all of our days have been as of late. Honestly, I can’t complain. I think that if you set aside the fact that I’m going absolutely crazy, I’m kind of enjoying myself. It’s a beautiful day in this neighbourhood, like everyday.
Balenciaga cap, Ray Ban sunnies, Zara shirt and trousers, Christian Dior bag, and Christian Louboutin heels
I’m so full…but like actually. I have been living off a strict diet of sour gummy worms and Old Dutch BBQ chips for the past week or so and I’m starting to feel it. Funnily enough my body seems to have adapted quite nicely, and hasn’t been too cruel when my scale and I get to get together to catch up. I think it’s from the years of training my metabolism I had living off junk food in high school. Seriously though, at the time Twix and Kit Kat bars were a part of a nutritious breakfast. I’m living a sugar renaissance really. I mean health wise I’m sure I’m shaving minutes or hours off my life somehow, but man I’ve been having a great time eating Glosettes in my car, and pairing Doritos as the starch to my protein. I’m starting to wonder…is candy and crap food the secret to happiness?
I feel some type of rebellious, laughing off the potential of a summer body while going through my stash of Cadbury Cream Eggs from Easter, and I’m not going to lie, I feel better than I have in quite some time. As the famous singer songwriter Sheryl Crow once sang…”if it makes you happy it can’t be that ba-a-a-ad”. So I say as long as we haven’t felt the effects of scurvy, and our arteries are still somewhat operational, let’s celebrate the small, simple, and bad things in life that make us happy. Come on girls, let us eat cake!
Vintage bandana, hoop earrings from Claire’s (not even kidding), Fenty X Puma sweatshirt dress, Louis-Vuitton backpack, and Christian Louboutin shoes.
Sometimes life is really good. The sun rises on another beautiful day, happiness is omnipresent, you feel strong and powerful, balance is attained, and a perfectly pleasing routine falls into place. Things get done, you feel in control, and you start thinking that maybe you’ve finally realized how everybody else has been doing it all along.
Then suddenly something happens. Something you never saw coming. Something your not sure how to react to, let alone adequately handle. It shakes you. Makes you existentially confused. Makes you wonder if this balance you strived for, for so long, ever meant anything in the first place. You start to question the hierarchy of the important things in your life. Were you doing it right to begin with? Did you really need all this structure to feel like you had got your life together or was the freedom and impulsivity of your previous nature what you should be aiming for.
What kind of life do you want to lead? What kind of life is most fulfilled? One thing is certain…make it happy. Make it full of love and moments that live on forever. Make it so when you look back the joy overtakes the sorrow in every instance, that the highs are more meaningful then the lows, that the silver linings always take centre stage. Some of us don’t have the privilege of seeing a silver lining. Of not looking back in anger. Of seeing the sun rise on another beautiful day. So lets live it in their honour. As the lucky ones…
Marc Jacobs sunglasses, Fallon choker, Balmain blazer, WhoWhatWear X Target blouse, One Teaspoon shorts, Louis-Vuitton backpack, and Christian Louboutin sandals.
Sometimes it feels inappropriate or out of place to go on living my usual routine and publishing work, when it feels so futile in comparison to the chaos of the world around us. I love what I do and find it brings me joy and serves a purpose bigger then the way the job title shallowly depicts it, but it’s feeling extra trivial today. So instead of going on a spiel about how cozy I was in my fluffy pink jacket, I ask you to take this time to educate yourself about how you can contribute. Sharing scary headlines on our Facebook feeds, and posting outraged statuses to our friends and followers, is actually a good start. Raising awareness and humanizing these issues is a big part of it, but what else can WE, as individuals, do to help. That’s what I’m doing today and I implore you to do the same. I don’t know about you, but I don’t like feeling powerless to changes that are affecting the people closest to me, so I’m going find a way to get my power back. Until then, remember to always love, and be kind to one another. Anger and hatred is what brought us here in the first place.
Saint-Laurent sunglasses, Stella McCartney jacket, Joyrich turtleneck, Topshop jeans, Gucci bag, and Christian Dior boots.