Being inspired is all well and good until it's 4am and I'm waking up with the thought that I don't need to buy a backdrop because I have a black bed sheet.
It's such a silly thing to complain about, being oh-so *InSPIred* but still, I need sleep to function and working on things like mad woman will do me no good. There needs to be a happy medium, I know that the partner in crime, the man in my life is struggling with my up-at-all-hours schedule, and when I know I'm working nine nights on the trot, trying to fit in all the things I want to do becomes almost impossible.
I am acutely aware of how privileged this sounds. I feel naughty for it, I shouldn't complain. I like the word naughty. It rolls off the tongue ever so well.
In other news, I've noticed a lot of lovely lovely activity over here, and I want to say so many thanks to each and everyone who likes and retweets a picture - it means so much. I am unable to accurately put into words how my heart swells with the support I receive. You're all wonderful.
T-shirt - Freebie from a festival
Top - New Look Mesh Body
Trousers - New Look Black Chinos
Braces - Ebay
Jacket - New Look