I can't even begin to describe how sad I am about not being at Glastonbury this year. These types of blues swamp me- they make me grumpy, sad, tearful, angry. No joy, just sorrow.
Sorry guys- I realise I went OTT and totally reverted back to emo me- but the pain is real.
Glastonbury is my favourite place on earth and to not go this year is heartbreaking. H-E-A-R-T-B-R-E-A-K-I-N-G!
:: The smell of the morning dew on the fields and you are waking up and crawling out of your tents in search of tea.
:: Choosing what array of food you're going to eat that day.
:: What's that? There's a surprise performance at 10am- I'll be right there!
::You will constantly be amazed and in love with Arcadia spider.
:: Everyone, EVERYONE, is happy. Disney; I think you might not be the happiest place on earth- you have competition.
:: Cider before 11am is A-Okay. It's Glastonbury!
:: It may sound gross but you get pretty content at not washing your hair (hi dry shampoo, BFF) and wonder how long you can get away with this in the real world.
:: Talking of real world; you'll find it hard to adapt back to reality for a while. During the first couple of days you really contemplate the hippy life.
:: Those twinkly lights spanning the site that you watch from your tent every year.
:: Laughing and dancing your days away.
:: Realising that Glastonbury is your spiritual home.
Ahh I adore it! I'm ignoring all mention of it and escaping to London to cat sit for friends (who are at said festival *sob*) and eat my way around London. No TV, radio and hopefully no sobbing over instagram at that glorious place.
I love you Glastonbury, it's breaking my heart to miss you. Don't go anywhere-I'll be coming back to you- I promise!
:: WHAT'S WITH ALL THE QUESTIONS? ::
Are you pregnant? When's the date? Where will you have it? Baby's soon then?
Steady down folks, what happened to saying congratulations and leaving it a while?!
Alex and I have been engaged a little of 2 weeks and we have all ready been flooded with all those questions above and more. I know they come from a place of kindness, excitement and curiosity but some are just so....dated.
We've been together 7 years and still I feel weirdly grown up to be engaged and getting married. But when did it become okay to ask if we're pregnant because we've taken, let's face it, the next logical step (for us) in our relationship? Why do I feel like people are justifying our decision by making their own assumption that there's a bun in the oven?
If it's not babies its when and where. So much detail needs to be known- it can be unnerving. I can barely what I'm going to wear each day, what food to buy for the week! Let alone plan a whole wedding. Of course there are ideas and suggestions between the 2 of us- Pinterest was invented for a reason right?!
For right now and the grand total of 2 weeks that we've been engaged I'd just like a simple congrats and join me for a glass of prosecco or maybe 2. I promise you. friends, family, small neighbourhood that knows everything because... village life, you will know. But for right now; I want my ring back from the jewellers (long story), prosecco and enjoying that.
Oh summer summer, you really are creeping up on us. We've had some glorious sunny days and some pretty miserable rainy ones. Rainy days where I've been online, seeing how I want to spend my money even if I really should be saving for weddings, holidays and more boring every day, adult life tasks like the food shop!
:: THE SUMMER WISHLIST ::
book. II peonies.