Today You Are You

This weekend has been very welcome. After our failed trip to Manchester last weekend I have felt very tired and stretched all week. The working days have seemed longer, the house has gotten messy again, I haven't been eating all the fresh fruit and veg that my body so desperately needs and I have felt quiet down.  I attended Pilates on Monday and Tuesday hoping to invigorate myself but that didn't work so I gave Thursday's class a miss in order to catch up with the house. I cleaned and tidied and sorted everything out and got it back up to my standards and then decided to change my mindset. Alex was going away on Friday through to Sunday and I was going to stay with my parents and this was the perfect opportunity to feed my soul. The housework was done so I didn't have to feel guilty over enjoying myself at my parents and have a messy house to come home to on Sunday. Instead I was going to have quality time with my mum, have cuddles with our cat, drink coffee, sit by log fires, blog, read my book, see my family and throw my all into the weekend, in the best possible way.

I even felt as though I have gone back to my roots a little. As of late I have started to dress in floaty clothes with my Doc Marten boots and have swapped my earrings to something more colourful. Anyone that knows me knows that I go through phases. Phases with my fashion, my purchases, my home and my attitude to life. I have recently been in a phase called 'fitting in'. I have been trying to wear calmer coloured clothes, more normal outfits, matching jewellery and styling my hair sleek rather than a mess of curls which it can become. I truly felt this division between versions of me when we were in Manchester last Saturday. I dressed in a pink play suit, with my most normal of pink heels with a matching clutch bag and these nude talons for nails. I was trying to be conventional and to blend in but quickly realised that no one blends in in Manchester. There were such wonderful artistic people, with beautiful tattoos, creased Doc Marten boots and kooky haircuts. My heels ended up cutting into my toes and causing them to bleed, my nails hurt whenever I tried to do anything and before long the heels were off and I had removed the false nails. It wasn't me and I felt annoyed at myself for being in this disguise. Right there I vowed to be myself, to let my outfits express who I am and to wear flat shoes on a night out so I don't ruin my feet and spend the night in pain- instead I will enjoy it!

So as I sit here in front of a log fire typing this post, I am fashioning some rainbow knit socks, jeans, a floral tunic and embroidered chunky knit cardigan. I am wearing my thick framed glasses, most of the rings I own and a fake septum piercing. My hair isn't straight, it is soft and curls under my chin and my makeup isn't too over done and there is no evidence of contouring. I will still go and get my hair cut, and my eyebrows tinted and I will still dress smart for work but my true aim is to be comfortable. Comfortable in my clothes and comfortable with who I am. As Dr.Seuss says, "Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive that is youer than you!"

Love Blue Sky
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