Butterfly Girl
So here I am, typing one handed whilst I breast feed my 11 week old baby. Like I said I've been busy!
Perhaps it seems frivolous to have a whole blog dedicated (mostly) to clothes - there's obviously a lot more to life than what you wear! However, I am a writer and clothes help tell stories, which is why I believe getting dressed, is just another way of communicating. It was during lockdown that I discovered clothes weren't a perfunctory task, but a connection to myself. When the world around me was in chaos, the simple act of deciding what to wear was an opportunity to do something for my mental wellbeing, even if only my husband and baby daughter were going to see my outfit.
Why hippie/boho fashion specifically? Well for me the 60s/70s fashion was escapism when I lived the opposite of free- a bullied, acne riddled teen in industrial West Midlands, UK! Dressing like the flower power kids of a bygone era, was a way of embracing that fearless explorer spirit that ultimately helped me find my courage to be myself regardless of opinion.
The title of this blog post is ode to the Butterfly Farm, Stratford Upon Avon, which my family visited last weekend. In celebration of my niece's birthday, we all descended on Shakespeare's homeland for some tropical fun and a meal in the Rose & Crown pub afterwards.
As it's that intermittent weather here in the UK, deciding what to wear involves layering, I opted for my All About Audrey, recycled Indian Sari dress (a gift from my husband for our anniversary) and my thrifted cowboy boots (eBay). I also wore my shaggy cardigan (you'll see that later) which I recently got from Vinted for £3!
If you haven't been, the Butterfly Farm is a conservation centre, which allows you to walk around a tropical exhibit where butterflies, leaf cutter ants and two iguanas roam freely. Its nothing short of magical and at £7.95 per adult and under 3's free, it's a fairly economical day out for us! My almost two year old absolutely loved it after her initial reservations.
Now it's Mabon, otherwise known as the Autumn equinox my attention has turned to decor and slowly, a room at a time, we're decorating our 150 year old cottage, formerly the dancing bear pub (because horrifically it used to keep a dancing bear in the cellar - eek)! Facebook market place has become my new obsession and I finally was able to score a rattan chair, for a cheeky £20. It narks me that you used to be able to pick these up for practically free until the invention of Instagram and Pinterest but I'm really happy with my find. The plants, cushion, salt light and eye mirror are a combination of Lidl/BM bargains. I buy practically everything second hand, but I'd been given a highstreet voucher for my maternity leave gift so I thought I'll spend it on decor items in stores I never really get to shop in for anything other than food!
As the dark nights are rolling in I've watched one of my favourite films again, the lovely, mystical rom com Practical Magic, which has given me serious long hair envy. As I'm a mom of young children, I've decided to grow my hair long, as I think long hair looks nice just left whereas shorter styles like the shag haircut I'm growing out, requires lots of faff and expensive haircuts!
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