Another long one. This post is all about aesthetic uniformity. And I get to why I love Moleskines so much about halfway down.
Thoughts On Being Aesthetically Uniform
I really rate aesthetic uniformity. By that I mean anything that’s aesthetically uniform and coherent – whether that be a person, an Instagram account, a blog, a stationary addiction. Any sort of aesthetic uniformity speaks volumes to me: this person has got their shit worked out. They know what they like and value and that comes through in every little corner of their lives. It’s something I’ve always distinctly associated with being a grownup, that thing I’ve dreamt of since I was a little girl.
This post is accompanied by sunsets and sunrises just because.
I suffered a lot from I want to be a grownup syndrome when I was younger. Suffered hard. I wish I knew where it stemmed from, why it started. I wish I’d enjoyed being a child more, enjoyed the simple freedom and innocence of that time.
But in reality, I was dreaming about becoming an adult already when I was about ten. I watched the older girls at school and women out and about and my sister and her friends and just wished. They had their flats and their glasses of wine with friends and their bills and their grocery shopping and their jobs and their boyfriends who could stay over whenever and their nights out… So much adulting that I wanted to be a part of right now.
This is a long post because it’s something that’s really changed me and that I feel deserves an essay. It’s also another excuse for writing a list, and I love lists. But if you’re short for time, the tl;dr version is at the bottom. Also, there’s lots of swearing in this.
I’m a born fuck-giver. Maybe you are too. As a self-described overachieving perfectionist, I gave my fucks liberally all throughout my childhood and adolescence. […] This was no way to live.”
This could be written by me. I’m an over-thinker. I attribute it to having a stupidly wild imagination, one I’ve been overwhelmed with since I was a little girl. From imagining there were snakes in my bed, to imagining I had a dog for a whole year, to imagining I was actually twins with my sister who’s 21 years older than me… You name it, I imagined it.
This post is a little late because Sunday was spent doing very little, except lounging in bed and thinking about what I should be doing instead of lounging in bed… So here is last week, this week.
My friend Gabrielle likes to say that life has its ups and downs just like the tide has its ebb and flow – and that the bigger the ebb, the bigger the flow. It’s definitely true that I can’t be ecstatically happy all the time. If I was, I wouldn’t notice or appreciate it because it would be an expected, unsurprising constant. But having those periods of average and low in between just accentuates those periods of high. The past few weeks have been a bit of a plateau, with spikes in high dotted in between. Here are the spikes:
This post is a massive, typical blogger self-indulgence: it’s just an excuse to write about being tidy and organised, one of my life loves. It’s an excuse to write a list, one of my favourite things. It’s an excuse to put all my gushings about the Kon Mari method and how it’s changed my life down in writing, and hopefully in the process stop harassing all my friends about it. (Let’s be real, though, that’s not really going to change.)