this must be the place.

December always feels like one long sigh, I start to feel the weight of the year upon me and long for a fresh start. 

I suppose this is a continuation from this post, I left a place I called home and my dear friend has just had to do the same. In September I became a piece of furniture in beautiful Ellen's home and here is a little diary from my time with her and an ode to the place she adored.

Pictures by Ellen, Prizme and myself.

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all of a sudden I miss everyone.

This space has been neglected for a little too long. 

I'm just finding my feet from moving to a city and now back home. I'm not very good at sharing, my life for the past twelve months may have been a shock to my soft side but I have nothing but fondness for the city I called home. Here are some photographs taken by my always muse Ellen Rogers, edited by the lovely Prizme - the only two people who can depict my sacred space as I know it.

There are a few little projects tugging at my thoughts - I hope to share these soon.

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wilder shores.

Last month I fled blighty armed with a loved one to visit another and it all came together in Leiden. I drank all the mint tea, ate all the waffles and lost my heart to a new city. Above are a few memories from our adventure, mostly from Hortus Botanicus  and the Naturalis but a few just from the city where my pal calls home. It's was just lovely.

I will try and source some inspiration soon, I'm running out of steam a little.

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Plant family tree - part two.

"I tried taking pictures, but they were so mediocre. I guess every girl goes through a photography phase. You know, horses... taking pictures of your feet."

I always think of this every time I take a picture.

This is continuation of the last post I guess. These were taken on the first day of the year sans cardigan, which we spent at the botanic gardens. They aren't perfect but I haven't been so excited to develop a role of film for a while. 

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