Well hello there, I'm back... I've been away, for a little while, oh come on it was only 20 days. Look on the bright side, it wasn't another 365 days! This week I'm here to chat to you about the amaaaazing package that arrived through the post the other week. I've also seen that this week is National Stationary Week.. or something along those lines, so even if I do say so myself, this post couldn't be any more fitting could it? See, I might keep you waiting but it's all for good reason! Anyway, shall I get on with it?
Thursday, 27 April 2017
Thursday, 6 April 2017
Turning 23 this year has led me to think about where I am in my life. When I got to 22 I kinda thought, oh wow, I'm not 21 (duh) but seriously, at 21 you feel like you've just spread your wings, you are officially an adult, but also young enough to get away with acting childish. Year 22 speeds round the corner and you're like oooooh that's a bit different, but before you know it 23 is looming and I'm starting to feel nearer to 30 than anything else. But the question is, at what age is it that you seriously start thinking of yourself as a 'woman' without cringing at the thought of that label?