Here’s to living in slow-motion, in a lull of lasting gratitude. Reaching for my purse, I have plenty to be grateful for. Some of its cached within the first compartment of my bag. I pull out a wad of £5 vouchers that will stretch over many shopping trips to H&M. I received theses coupons in return for recycling all the stacks of unwanted clothes I had accumulated over the years. Appreciating every pound off, I spent a deceptively lengthy couple of hours going over all the railings that held beige ribbed jumpers, my latest fashion craze. My left arm nursed every neutral knitwear it could carry during this shopping trip. Amid searching for all things cream I spotted a bright pink jumper. In a vain attempt to wear more bold hues and loving this colour, I picked it up in my size. I talked myself into buying it, who knows what event may pop up and when a girls afternoon (the new girls night) at Costa Coffee will take place, last minute.
Blame It On Art 