It’s Friday Junior (or at least I think it is, yesterday I spent the whole day thinking it was Tuesday) and I’m definitely feeling the post vacation blues. What better cure than a trip to the desert with #thewheelingbeercan this weekend? 🚙
I’ve been bloody rubbish at keeping up with my house this month! I’ve realised that doing social media for a job and then finding the energy to do your own at home is hard bloody work! But with the theme being plant life, I couldn’t resist sharing more than 1 pic! I bloody love a house plant but I just can’t keep them alive 😢 I’m putting it down to the fact our living room doesn’t always get loads of sunlight or perhaps I’m just a bad plant mother! Anyone know the name of the plant in my first pic? She’s my favourite and unfortunately she’s looking a bit more brown now than pink and green 🙈
If you need hope you’re probably already looking for it. And keeping your eyes open is key, because hope can be a big beautiful sign standing right in front of you.
I had mended and healed from the chemo port infection and the two subsequent surgeries to remove it, and the day finally came to get the chemo party started again, this time with a permanent picc-line inserted in my arm that came with two thin long tubes hanging on the outside that I would wear for months with the perfect brown stretch sock accessory to hold them in place (YDWTK). As I sat in the chair on this second first day of chemo, far from happy, in my comfort uniform - sweats, rubber boots, glasses, sans lipstick, oversized button-up shirt for easy IV access - my head hung low and I began to process the thought that I’d never come back from this, fashionably.
And then I looked up, and standing at the check-in desk across from my curtained off cubby was a woman so fantastically fit looking. Her muscled and trim legs were wearing really hot jeans and her feet adorned adorably dashing flats. She wore a gorgeous blossomy bright blouse and carried a luxurious large leather bag that left me bug eyed (bags being my weakness you see). She owned the place. But more importantly, on her head was a lovely, chicly tied scarf…
She was bald! She had cancer! And she looked utterly ammaaaazeballs, like she was actually going to a champagne brunch or something. Or the Italian Riviera! I said to myself, wow. She looked like life. I wanted to be her. I imagined I could get there. I had a glimmer of hope.
9 2317 April, 2019
Spring mood in white. Haziness Crop Top by Passionata.