Little things you can do...less of a chore, more just for you .

New Years.

I know, it was ages ago.The snow hasn't got to my head that much.

.. and yet I'm already longing for my summer wardrobe.

But we are still technically very much at the start of the ' New Year'.

Now we have lived a little bit of it, one can already make a review assesment on how ones resolutions are going. Like most people, in previous years this would make me think of all the things I said I would do " better/more/less/well" that year. And like most people, I would already be admitting, by the second month, my defeat.

This year however, my resolution was: do something different.

Not drastic, not prohibiting - just improving. 5 little things, that turn out to make a lot of difference.

1. Drink hot water. (great substitue for coffee...keeps you hydrated..add a little lemon juice..great for skin.)

2. Better posture. Not quite walking around with a book on my head, but pulling your shoulders back is an automatic confidence booster.

3. Keeping a Diary. Actually sticking to it. No more of a chore than writing a shopping list, and yet indescrible worth in years to come.

4.Get your eyes tested. Seriously. As fun as it is going around perceiving my surroundings like an abstract painting, it is better to know where you are going.  2012 is a clearer year (and already definitely less 'should've gone to specsavers' moments)

5. Walking. Can't be bothered to excercise? Thats ok. Gym membership is expensive. Walk around a bit. Walk with a purpose. Walk to the cake shop. It's all excercise.

And of course - Live well, be happy, always thankful - Less of a New Resolution, more of a life philosophy.

Miss V x

Is that a wrinkle?! Oh bugger...

I don't know if it's the weather, my ridiculous workload, a lack of sleep, or a horrendous combination of all three, but there's a very fine line on the corner of my left eye. I think it's safe to say that I don't like it. Not one bit. In a panicked frenzy, I've spent the past few days putting green tea bags on my eyes, and I've even bought some soothing, anti- wrinkle eye gel.


All the while I've been thinking 'I'm twenty- two for f**k's sake! Seriously?!'


Begrudgingly, I should accept that I subscribe to the universal fear of getting old and wrinkly, and my constant googling of 'tired skin remedies' is an unfortunate symptom of this fear. Then there's this tiny, niggling part of me that keeps asking, 'Why on earth are you getting your knickers in a twist?' I have a terrible feeling that this tiny, niggling part of me might be on to something...

Why are we so obsessed about reversing the clock and putting off the arrival of our old, wrinkly, &less sexy selves? We can't avoid it,  so why not get excited about it? I'm beginning to realise that I can't wait to hit my twilight years. I know I'll still run riot as a septuagenarian.

{Via Javiera}

So, I've decided to stop obsessing about my natural, predictable, unavoidable ageing. 'Cause let's face it, when the elderly can make blue rinse & aran knits fashionable, you know you'll be in for a good time.


Miss Dx