a self-portrait, of sorts

So yesterday, I bought a new (impulsively, lusted-after) hat.

Please excuse my vanity. I just wanted to show it off a little. (That's okay, right?)

I hope you are having a lovely Tuesday! It's getting a little stormy, here.

confession

I have a confession.*

Perhaps the pain in my stomach is self-inflicted and not in the anxious way I thought it was. Perhaps it just hurts from too much holding in; too much time trying to perfect the perfect posture; the svelte one, the tall one, the tiny-cinched-in-waist-and-not-rotund-one. Perhaps I am guilty of this.

And perhaps I am just a typical woman.

*Actually, I have many.

introductions (part II)

Because I have been unsure about who I am addressing (if, in fact, I am addressing anyone), I have neglected to properly introduce myself. I haven't known what details are necessary, nor have I truly known what it is this blog is really for.

Perhaps now is a good time to discuss the basics.

I am an English student (meaning both that I am English, studying in England, and that I am studying English Literature).

I am in love.

I believe in language and in literature.

If I could take any career in which I feel I could whole-heartedly dedicate my life, it would be to write.*

And I guess this blog is a little journal for all the things that inspire, interest and enthral me.

(And this, below, is me. I am a massive crazy-golf-playing dork).

*I really, really do want to write.