Being back home in Wales sometimes catches me in a bit of a creativity rut, especially because the quiet town I live in is a world away from the busy city of Nottingham. The weather is unreliable (much like the most of the UK) and while in summer the rolling hills and pretty countryside is lovely, for now the surrounding wet and muddy fields aren’t an ideal setting for spring outfit shooting.
If you couldn’t already tell, I have developed a slight obsession with the colour pink. I’m not quite sure where it stemmed from, but it has taken over my bedroom: pink duvet, candles, throw, cushions… and now it’s gradually working its way into my wardrobe.
I think I’m speaking on behalf of the whole UK when I say spring has never been more needed. If you’re anything like me, you’ll agree that snow is only exciting over the festive season or if you’re still in school and actually benefit from a snow day! Other than that it’s just pretty annoying, bitterly cold and disruptive to any kind of productivity (I realise I sound super boring and harsh, but it really isn’t my idea of fun). It’s pretty to observe when you’re curled up by a window swamped in jumpers reading a good book, but not so fun when you have things to do and places to go. Plus, in true Brit style, we can’t seem to cope with sub-zero temperatures despite being such a developed country, and so boiler problems take priority over uni work and we risk ending up head over heels on the non-gritted pavement during an expedition into town to stock up on essentials (wine).
‘Florals for spring? Groundbreaking.’ I have to agree with Miranda Priestly and her blunt sarcasm there (The Devil Wears Prada is a favourite film of mine). I wouldn’t really call myself a floral lover apart from the odd exception – although I could quite happily purchase all of & Other Stories’ long, floaty tea dresses.
The first day of February comes as a relief after what’s felt like a January of thirty one weeks, rather than thirty one days. I’m not one to wish my life away, but the New Year has dragged so much and it’s a little victory to have pushed through the return to the routine and made it that bit closer to spring!
I don’t know what it is about this particular January that has got me feeling so glum; maybe it’s the fact that I know the next five months of my degree will be the toughest yet, and then I’ll have to face the uncertain road of where to go next and give up living with my best friends and being constantly surrounded by the comfort and support of some great people.
The prospect of a new year is always a bit daunting for me – there seems a lot of pressure to make the moment perfect, which is something I don’t believe in anyway, and then expectations to make the whole year amazing. I’m an optimistic person, but inevitably there will be ups and downs to face throughout those twelve months and so it’s unrealistic to assume it will be ‘perfect’.