The Ornamented Being
Ornamented: -verb: Adorn; beautify. Be·ing: -noun: Fulfillment of possibilities; essential completeness.
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Oh pets I’m afraid I have some awful news. Well awful for you but rather cheerful for me! I’m moving flats tomorrow! Sadly I won’t have internet for a few days ;{
To cheer you up I’ve left you with a beautiful theme for tomorrow.
I’ve picked my favorite love stories and re-created them. There is dark and grim combined with delicate lace and floral antiques. The macabre surrounded by whispers of chiffon. Guinevere and her jewels, Juliet and her dagger. I’ve taken one photo and built a theme to create a visual story.
It’s unusual and glorious. A mixture of the old clashing with the new.
I hope you enjoy.
xx
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Total damage:
14 big boxes
4 big suit cases
2 carry on suitcases
2 Mannequins (3 if you count Hannah Montannequin packed up in a tub)
1 Small table
1 Clothes rack
2 large Ikea bags (full of hangers)
1 plant
3 small boxes that I still have to pack
I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say I have A~LOT of stuff.
In my defense about half of those things are sewing, university, costume or fabric related
the other half is clothes because I am a massive clothes horse -
I’m sorry for the ramble. I try not to make these posts because I don’t want to inconvenience others with my troubles. But some days I just can’t keep everything bottled up. I don’t want to talk about this with my parents because I would only cause them more distress but I just need to tell someone. I have to pour this out. I can’t keep it in.
If there is anything I would wish upon you all it would be to please treasure what time you have with your family. I wanted to grow up so much but now I find that if I could have another day as a child I would attach myself to my parents and not let go. Sometimes I see children on the train with their family and as selfish as this sounds I feel a small curl of jealousy. Every three months I fly home for the break to visit but my hear is always shadowed by the fact that I have to leave soon. Treasure what time you have.
I live in university halls which is a one year contract, I want to move out of London and closer to university so I’ve been doing the dreaded flat hunt. In true Lyze fashion my sad ramble starts off with a joyful email from a letting agent. I woke up to photos that almost moved me to tears. When I opened the folder I saw me, I found my blank canvas. Then I realized that I saw a home. This isn’t temporary it’s going to be my haven for the next two years.
But as happy as that should be it hit me that the house of my parents is no longer my own. It’s taken ten months for that to truly sink in. I would never want to leave London. I’m planning on getting my masters and working here. This isle has stolen my heart through and through. As much as I love being with my parents I feel it in my bones that this is where I am supposed to be. My calling is here.
I’m twenty-one and even though my mind knows that I am an adult my heart just wasn’t prepared to accept that. But I feel like today is a turning point for me. There are only a few paragraphs left in this chapter. This first year in London is coming to an end and a new beautiful chapter is about to begin.
Suddenly I understand these words: Today is where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten.
I am unwritten.
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Photo reblogged from Grey poppies.
