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And it has just occurred to me that I haven’t updated on the blog in a while. Jodie made me realize this because she’s been uploading every day, which is pretty awesome, round of applause for Jodie!
I know that today was the first day back for a lot of schools in Britain, but luckily, myself and Jodie got today off to give the year 7’s a chance to get used to the school. so, instead of spending time at school today, I spent time preparing for school. You know, washing, sorting out my bag, dreading the inevitable state of self loathing I’ll be in for the next year. You know, the usual. After clearing out my wardrobe, and my room, I feel like there’s space in my head to think. and it’s amazing. So, now that my head is clear and I can tell you about my thoughts, I thought I’d tell you about Twinwood.
Twinwood is a vintage music festival that I was lucky enough to attend with my family last week. We were glamping in the tents provided by Brook Bell Tents (click the link, their website’s really pretty). We had two double beds, my sister and I shared one, my parents in the other. I learnt that my little sister has no respect for personal space when she sleeps, and that I need personal space when I sleep. ANYWAY. The festival lasted 6 days in total if you came early and left late.
The festival itself is amazing. people come dressed up in their vintage clothes, there’s bars and places to get your hair done, you get to listen to live bands on 5 different stages, and there’s dance lessons for all sorts of different vintage dances. My mum and I went to the Lindy Hop lesson. And all this happens around what feels like thousands of stalls. We didn’t even see them all. I got some brilliant bits, and thanks to Sarah’s Do-Wop Do’s and The Fabulous Hair Company, my hair looked awesome all weekend. One of the highlights for me was seeing everyone dressed in their vintage finery. There was a competition for Miss and Mr Vintage UK, and the finals were held on the Sunday. The winners looked fabulous, as as well as the 13 runners up and it was a lot of fun! The absolute best part was definitely the music, though. The Bootleg Beatles were my personal favourite, they had me singing along at the top of my lungs.
I’m so glad I got to have this experience, and I wouldn’t change a thing. Although, I think myself and Lola will get twin beds next year!
Did you guys have a good first day back? I hope so! Let me know how yours went in the comments.
‘Till next time!
I write in my room, on my bed, usually with a mug of coffee in my hands and a cat on my lap. I call this heaven.
They say home is where your heart is set in stone
Is where you go when you’re alone
Is where you go to rest your bones
It’s not just where you lay your head
It’s not just where you make your bed
As long as we’re together, does it matter where we go?
~ Gabrielle Aplin
To me, home is somewhere I feel safe and happy. I dont have the easiest home life, my brother has a lot of issues, my sister gets very sad sometimes and my mum is not very well a lot of the time. But there is nowhere else I’d rather be than with them.
Some days all I want is to get out of the house, I want to run and never look back. Some days I wish I lived somewhere else, away from the chaos and stress. But then I remember that without the often chaotic atmosphere, it wouldn’t be home. I wouldn’t feel safe, and loved. and at ease, because home is where my family are.
Home is where my cat waits at the bottom of the stairs for me when I come in. It’s where my soft, blue fairy lights are. It’s where I sing songs with my sister at the top of my lungs, dance around the house in my underwear just because I can. It’s where my brother tells terrible jokes that you can’t help but laugh at. It’s where I can go and lay in my bed with a book and a coffee at the end a bad day. Home is where I want to be.
Maybe it’s the introvert in me, but the majority of the time home is where I wish I could stay. I love going out with my friends and I love doing exciting things, I enjoy going for walks and being out of the house. This is because a lot of the time I can feel claustrophobic in my house given some of the less than perfect circumstances. But I know that none of that means anything when I have my family with me, because we have the most fun ever. My mum, although a lot of people don’t know it, is one of the funniest people I have ever met, my sister is the kindest, most considerate sister in the world, and my brother is the quickest, wittiest 8 year old in existence. They’re all perfect in their own ways despite their flaws and they are where my home is.
Let me know what makes a real home for you in the comments!
Love Jodie x
I have signed up to the wordpress course for finding everyday inspiration so a lot of my posts are going to be based on this for a while, I hope you enjoy them!
I write because of a lot of things, the main reason being that I have a lot of thoughts. An impossible amount of thoughts to be completely honest. Writing helps me to put them in order and figure out which ones are actually important as well as those that aren’t. At the moment I’ve got even more on my mind than usual, I won’t go into detail because that isnt the purpose of this post but let’s just say I’ve been writing about my worries and experiences a lot recently. If you’re someone with a talent for over thinking like I am then perhaps try writing to get your thoughts out in the open. I’ve found it’s the only thing that helps because it acts as a way of venting as well as clarification so you don’t have to keep everything bottled up. As a wise woman once told me, don’t be a pressure cooker of a person.
Thanks for reading,
Love Jodie x
So I decided that I really needed to post something and everything I have tried to write lately has been awful. So I decided to try less with a post and just write down everything that comes into my head in around 10 minutes. I think I’ve been trying too hard for perfection and have forgotten that this blog is just a fun outlet not an obligation. I have done nothing to the words other correct spelling mistakes and add paragraphs for easier reading.
So here is me, completely unedited and unplanned. I hope you get something slightly amusing from it, if anything. Step in to my brain…
It’s 9;05am and I am in the best mood ever!
I woke up wanting to sing and dance around the house, so I have. I’m listening to Take That, I love Take That, they make me feel nostalgic because I used to listen to them in the car with my mum when I was little.
I wonder if they ever feel nostalgic and listen to their old albums. I don’t think I could bare that. My voice recorded is horrible, I can’t believe I normally sound like that to people. My voice is so irritating, I don’t know how I have any friends when my voice is such an irritant. But then again everyone thinks that.
My cat’s here now, Fergus. He’s sitting on my lap purring and trying to get at the keys of my laptop as I type this. Cats make everything better in life, no wonder the ancient Egyptians worshipped them, they’re my saviour when I feel sad. Cats are intelligent they know how to love- Bastille just came on, now I’m thinking about my friend Emily who loves them more than she should.
When we went on a school trip to Barcelona I set Bastille as our alarm so that she’d wake up happy every morning, it worked very well. I turned her into a morning person for that holiday. I have an itch on my forehead. I scratched it.
My phone is buzzing but I can’t be bothered to look at it in case it’s someone I don’t want to talk to because that will stress me out. I get stressed very easily. The music got too loud just now and that stressed me out- I turned it down. I have friends who need help and that stresses me out because I don’t know how to help them. I’m eating sherbet lemons… this calms me down because they are my all-time favourite sweet along with flying saucers. I like sherbet. I’m a sugar addict. I’m also a coffee addict so I have fairly strong coffee with 2 sugars, in case you’re wondering. Speaking of which I’m going to stop typing now because my sherbet lemon has almost dissolved and I want to drink my coffee. I feel like this is a good place to stop.
Thanks for reading, feel free to comment on my meandering thoughts.
Love Jodie x