Good afternoon beautiful darlings of the internet.
Sunday afternoons… a weekly chance at reorganization, taking care of yourself with little splurges and thinking over the weeks events. Time to prepare for upcoming days and work, time for a head start. Time to reminisce and remember things that make you smile, times that were better and times that were worse. Time to play your favourite album and dye your hair… throw some potatoes into the crock pot and let the house fill with a delicious aroma. Time to spend time with family and cuddle up to the one you love. Time to bring the dog for a beautiful walk down to the main strip and pick up groceries you may be missing out on. Time to fall in and out of sleep. Time to think of “what if’s” and “why’s”. Time to find your favourite fountain pen and indulge privacy/peace of mind in writing all your deepest/darkest thoughts into your journal. Time to release. Time to spend all day in bed with your lover. Time to bring breakfast in bed to your man (or get it brought to you). Time for bubble baths, making blueberry muffins and catching up on TV series you’ve come to love but never end up catching live. Sunday could possibly be my favourite day. Most would argue that they feel Monday looming too closely in the distance, but when you love your life and what you do there is no such thing as dread for the workweek.
I’ve been having a multitude of dreams lately. Yesterday I was pregnant and last night I was attending a wedding. Surprisingly having a child was a beautiful and positive dream… the anxiety came out when I was at the wedding! I got the same feeling I usually do when I attend one in reality. Nervous, anxious, shy. I’m not so sure I have the healthiest view on marriage. Or maybe it’s just that I haven’t been proven wrong yet. I dunno. I do know however, excluding the financial and social aspects that come with having a child that it has never been something I have felt even remotely scared of. I feel very biologically confident that when the day does eventually come that I will make a great mom. I look forward to teaching and playing. I want to be there for everything. Whether I adopt or have my own, raising beautiful souls will be my life’s most confident work. I have no doubt that they will change me in inconceivable ways.
The past little while I have been in a low rut. Worried about my business, my personal satisfaction and whether or not I am doing the right thing all around, I feel like I am still very much at something of a crossroad in my life. I feel like I am in the process of digging myself out, but really not sure at all where I’ll end up. I went to get my tarot cards read. Usually finding some kind of solace after hearing their predictions and thoughts about my past, this time I felt nothing. Now whether or not I am suppose to, I will share with you what she said. I am not one to be superstitious about destiny (if it is that at all).
Apparently I will be getting into painting and be very successful as an artist. I have an abundance of creativity that is not being freed at the speed I come up with it. My mother is very protected by someone in our family who passed (I have no doubt this is my grandmother). I will marry Vlad and have kids only in a few years. My brother will have a baby with his fiancee very soon. I will be very wealthy with more money than is necessary with no abundance of sorrow or heartache in my lifetime. I should call my mom more often. I should agree with everything the Babe says (apparently this is how you deal with a Scorpio without going completely mad). Someone will die soon from natural old age. When I get married it will be once and forever. Blah, blah, blah.
Now seriously – as incredible of a prediction as this is, I find it a bit hard to believe if only because it seems so very generic and something of a stab in the dark. I want details. I want a hook – a lead. Something other than what everybody in this life wants. My friend knows a bit about palmistry and while he wont tell me much, he says that there is one track I’m hellbent on achieving in this life. With good odds at success (according to my lines), there will be many chances for me to lose everything. THIS is valuable. Whether he is just telling me this to keep me propelled or not, I will never let it drop. I will never let that prize out of my vision. If psychics and paranormal predictions are just a bunch of hoopla set to brainwash you into going after the things you like from your reading, at least feed me consequences verbally before I actually fall down and cause irreparable damage. It may be nobodies business to truly know what’s in store for them, but to give the gift of ideology realizing is genuinely priceless.
Tomorrow I have some fun news to share with you all! Expect a post first thing lovelies – this year will be very exciting and relaxed.
I now have internet in my new place and have moved back to my hometown… beautifully secluded and as country as the city can get. Back to the basics I’ve been searching down for so long! Less distraction, more creation.
I heart Henry Hargreaves (egg/paint in motion photo credit).
Please excuse my shotty pics for a while, my good camera is in the shop after mysteriously shutting off forevermore just before the big move… be back in motion soon enough.
What I’m Wearing
- Forever 21 striped shirt, Miu Miu knockoff chunk heels and black feather necklace
- DVF textured stretch pencil skirt and leather jacket
- Woolford tights
- Kaufmann de Suisse earrings
- Marc by Marc handbag
- Kate Spade iphone 4 polka dot case – love love love it.
Had an amazing day yesterday out with the babe… rarely ever get to spend time with the man when it comes to our schedules, so it was a muchly needed connection booster. Relationships have their own list of turmoil but are really beautiful when you take the time to nurture them. I think that was part of my funk… no time with the man! We had eggs and pancakes on a terrace, did a bit of shopping, then had steaks and wine with a good friend while soaking in Mini Cooper culture via The Italian Job (god I love Charlize Theron!).
Missed my driving class this weekend. Pissed at my malfunctioning alarm – I know it’s gonna be a bitch to recover.
Anyhoo… you know that list of glorious Sunday activities I wrote up there at the top? Time for me to conquer them on before the day is through!
Love ya’s,
xox
