Growing up is hard to do

(Awks I had this typed up and ready to publish on NYE but I forgot thanks to my last minute BBQ and a family trip)

For the first half of our lives, we're chasing after the elegant silhouette of the sophisticated woman we want to become.

A journey marked by seemingly insignificant milestones:

The profound ability to recognise your style amidst crowded racks in overflowing department stores.

The acquisition of your first heel, painful but nothing compared to that ridiculous teetering, borderline dangerous stiletto that is to come, a few years on.

The unnoticed transition between too heavily kohl lined eyes and amateur attempts at eyeshadow to fledgling makeup artist.

But sometimes along the way, we end up taking many steps backwards as a person.

Becoming pretty, polished and poised,

but rotting away inside as we become too selfish, too indulgent, too ignorant.

Another chapter of our past ends

with pages that whisper nightmares, cry heartbreak and sing joy and dreams fulfilled,

but is our character who we want to be?

So here's to the New Year:

May we rise to meet its challenges, and withstand its pitfalls with grace and a heart of gold.

Listlessness

A very obvious pattern has appeared in my days,

sleep in - eat - work - shop - eat - sleep

and repeat.

There's a listlessness that plagues me at times,

seeping into my routine and keeping my snippy and cynical.

Perhaps its the absence of the glorious sun that, being the tease it is, has not poked its head out since Spring.
Perhaps its the non-event that is many a weekday in passing, spent contentedly but with no peaks or troughs.

Or perhaps its only my mood at the moment.

I've spent much time this holidays shopping or browsing online, and overjoyed at parcels arriving or flipping out over how gorgeous some new pigment of eyeshadow is.

It makes me feel incredibly happy but rather simple hehe.

Image credits: Hans Kylberg