PINSTRIPES & FRANKIE TURNING 2
I started this blog after being practically brainwashed by my soon to be husband (tick tock, tick tock) to take the leap. It was a miserable summer, I had spent most of it feeling half alive.
There was a long string of sleepless nights, tormented by vicious panic attacks making me long for a hole to hide in for a couple of decades. I’m not too sure what it was exaclty, but I had never felt so consistently depressed.
Now I like to see it as part of a healing process, the puss which needs to come out before you can start to scar. I haven’t stopped vividly pursuing happiness ever since, it must have been worth it then. But part of it was definitely the fact that I hated my job, with a passion.
I was working in fashion but in digital marketing, which I quickly grew to dislike. I wanted to work closer with clothes instead of just selling them, so the boy pushed me to start the blog and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I would always find excuses, we’ve all at times found comfort in our misery, refusing to seek for new ways toward happiness, because as much as we hate the situation we’re in, it’s the situation we know.
I would always say if I was to start a blog, it would have to look flawless from day 1, as a way to please the never satisfied perfectionist in me; but I didn’t have a decent camera so it couldn’t work. The boy came back one day with a DSLR: “now what?” . Don’t get me wrong, I love to put up a fight, but I know to choose my battles too.
Then Frankie appeared to be the solution to my other favourite excuse: No way I’m ridiculing myself on the Internet. Frankie would take the critics, while Freddie would sit back with a glass of red whispering “B*tch I told you so”. Yeah, we do talk to each other, it’s like a hair salon in there!
So the blog quickly became our weekend hobby. We’d explore spots of London, giggling and snapping outfits away. The boy is still the one taking all my photos, it’s our thing. And unless I really don’t have the choice, I want to keep it that way. It’s also the reason why I sometimes don’t post for a while, because we have to work around his busy schedule and also because we have weekends where we can’t honestly be bothered to take photos. But if you want massive grins, you need to put my naughty rascal behind the camera!
This shoot really reminds me of one of the first we took on the banks of the Thames. Except that my sandals were not sinking into the mud the first time around. But eh, free foot spa, a lady never minds a freebie. And you know I can’t get enough of stripes so this duo had to tag along on this little trip to Hammersmith. The boy kept calling me Friday, don’t expect everyone, especially not my mum, to be down with the frayed way of life. Plus, Friday is a very cool dude if you ask me (and if you turn a blind eye to cannibalism).
And if I wasn’t busy being swallowed by Hammersmith’s moving sand, I would have paired this co-ord with a pair of bright heels for an evening outing, or with a pair of metallic brogues for a comfy weekday commute.And of course a bright lippy to give my smile this Colgate effect 🙂 AS YOU DO.