a nostalgic twang of punk rock, familiar lyrical content and swooping melodies
It’s a Saturday and there is sunshine streaming through the windows, decorating all the surfaces in my little home. All of the plants are glowing and the walls are whiter than white. My baby pink manicured hands are tapping away on my laptop but the clicks from my typing are
Heads up, look alive. The moment I stare into your eyes, the more I get lost in your face. I’m warning you babe. Sunshine has started to feel warm again lately, instead of just shining fake light, piercing the freezing air. I’m the king of making mistakes, you’re the queen
December isn’t just about overplayed Christmas movies and carols. There’s more to December than the festivities. There’s bight blue skies on frosty mornings, lights twinkling and freezing toes. There’s short days, hearty meals and log fires.
We are going to New Zealand in a week so we’re preparing for TWO long flights and 24 hours worth of travelling (or 26, to be exact) Oh my goodness… It’s just starting to really hit me what we’re in for.
It’s Autumn, it’s October, one of my favourite months of the year. It’s always been a lucky one for me. I’m soaking up all the goodness of mustard coloured jumpers and fall leaves. It’s finally the start of the festivities.