My youngest sister Sarah is 9yrs old. Today she had her Christmas Fayre. She came home from school and ran up my stairs shouting ‘Em I’ve got something for you!!’. She had found these key hooks at the fayre and immediately thought ‘that matches some of the things in Em’s bedroom’ so spent her pocket money of buying me this!! My heart and eyes are full. She has the most incredible, generous and beautiful heart. She also has a gift for finding beautiful, shabby chic things that coordinate with my things.
for the soul..
You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.