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| 1 Jan 2019 Location: Home, St Albans Back in 2014, I took a photo every day for a year. There were days where I couldn’t be bothered and those days where literally nothing happened and finding something to photograph was hard work. But it forced a little slice of creativity into each day that didn’t revolve around staring at a screen, and the result was a year-long photo diary; a record of each day. I’ve been thinking about doing it again for a while now and seeing as it’s going to be quite a big year, 2019 seemed like a good one to document. So here we go 📸 |
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| 2 Jan 2019 Location: Home, St Albans Despite not being a big fan of the ‘new year, new me’ malarkey (mainly cos it seems to revolve around making women thinner), I am a sucker for the fresh possibility of a new year & can’t help but write down some plans and goals for the year ahead. Today was a very slow start but I worked at home so I could do laundry/tidy the flat in my lunch break. I also sat in the online queue to buy the 26-30 railcard & headed straight to the gym at 5. Not really feeling the return to reality today but excited for the year ahead! |
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| 3 Jan 2019 Location: Regents Park, London Back in London after 2 and a half weeks out of the office. Can’t say I’ve missed the commuter trains tbh. |
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| 4 Jan 2019 Location: Caffè Nero, St Albans Today’s non-working Friday afternoon included getting back to novel writing in the corner of Caffè Nero & being fussed over by a very lovely woman in Jo Malone. My mum got me a voucher for Christmas so I could pick out a fancy perfume for my wedding day. I am officially stuck between three different scents and that’s got to be top of the list of ‘most wanky first world problems’... |
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| 5 Jan 2019 Location: Bill's Restaurant, St Albans Started the morning with brunch in Bill's, spent the afternoon doing ‘wedmin’ (a word I introduced to G today and he was not having it) and am now off for a long bath before face-planting some homemade pizza. Happy Saturday! |
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| 6 Jan 2019 Location: Home, St Albans Sundays were made for toasted sandwiches, box sets and writing in bed. |
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