Storm’s a Comin’

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I think the weather is totally in tune with my emotions of late – huge swells, moments of calm and in between not really knowing what might come next. Whilst the weatherman (or woman) can often be wrong, they got it spot on this weekend; although on Saturday I was hardly taking heed. Despite storm warnings and the knowledge it may be borderline baltic (oh, and it was!) I ventured into St.Ives in a knitted gettup, that contrary to how it may look, did not keep me protected from the elements. Rookie error. Although, as ever, the light was insanely bright – hence the sunnies… in case you’re thinking they were solely for posing purposes.

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Yep, it looks like I haven’t quite got the hang of this coastal dressing melarkey just yet or maybe a part of me is still in denial – we ain’t in Kansas London anymore. Now that comment may seem as if I’m missing my London lifestyle but the opposite is closer to the truth – I’m bedding in nicely to our new existence, and am slowly getting into the Cornish groove, which namely means lots of long walks and braving the bracing wind on a regularly invigorating basis… bring it baby!

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What I definitely don’t regret about this outfit is the headscarf. A Christmas gift from my Husband, it’s a genuine Mary Quant (isn’t he clever?) and I am officially in love. Scarves and me go back a very long way, and I have a ridiculous collection of them, but this one has superseded any others as my fav…. the print and palette are perfection in my opinion. Too bad I was practically frozen to the bone, which somewhat impaired my nonchalant St.Ives swanning enjoyment that would usually include some imaginary scenario that involves some of those old school St.Ives artists of yore (how I heart thee Barbara Hepworth) – or, more appropriately given my writer status, Daphne Du Maurier. That’ll ruddy teach me to forfeit the raincoat and wellies, won’t it?

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what i wore… cardi/sweater/skirt/shoes (non-leather)/scarf/bag – vintage … sunnies – wildpony (Falmouth) … tights – topshop … knitted scarf (synthetic fibres)/h&m

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Suffice to say the weather took a turn for the worse right after these were taken and we headed back home (via Portreath – well, we had to have a nosy) to hole up whilst the waves did their worst – at times like these I’m kinda glad I don’t live right on the beach, even though that’s my ultimate dream. My mood too went ever so slightly downhill… you know, the usual; feeling inferior, thinking that everything I do is a wee bit crap in comparison to so-and-so and such-and-such. Nothing a good soak in a hot bath and a brisk walk the following day couldn’t fix but those moments of doubt are never too far way. Instead of giving in to those ‘why bother?’ moments I invariably dust myself down and get back on the metaphorical bike, hoping that these ridiculous thoughts will keep getting less and less. Unfortunately though, I fear it’s the price one pays for working in the creative industry (there’s always someone better, smarter, more talented) and so all you can really do is to just keep plodding on in the hope that one day, it will mostly make good or, at the very least, make some sorta sense. In the meantime, I’ll always have St.Ives.

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One Response to “Storm’s a Comin’”

  1. Brianna Sloane says:

    Ah! Cheers to long Cornish seaside walks, however brisk they may be! xo

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