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Friday, April 14, 2017

Falling in love with denim

" Each week is an adventure. Whether it's good or bad or a mix of both. I live it and reflect on how much i learnt and loved, laughed and cried, and i remind myself how truly lucky i am to live the life i have created."

Wearing



Wow, that a week and for the first time this year I'm over the moon at the thought of a long weekend. It's been a week full of sleepless nights, tiresome days and a mood that would leave most boys mumbling something ludicrous about hormones or 'female problems'. I have SD cards filled with unedited photos, a macbook that keeps reminding me that my scratch discs are almost full and a more than embarrassing tan line from that morning down the beach, half emerged in water taking photos of passing surfers doing their best to catch a dribbling wave. I changed my first tire on the side of a freeway in the dark, stained my best outfit with grease and whatever i had managed to lie in on the roadside while looking at goodness knows what under my car and pretending i had some idea what i was doing and my hair hasn't been washed in 4 days.
I've walked to a waterfall,  I wore denim and finally loved it. I felt comfortable enough to wander around in a bikini and jeans and didn't give it a second thought and I watched the most incredible sunset along Noosa river and discussed more dreams for the future that i can only hope might one day come true.
Each week is an adventure. Whether it's good or bad or a mix of both. I live it and reflect on how much i learnt and loved, laughed and cried, and i remind myself how truly lucky i am to live the life i have created.