I read somewhere the other day – “be perfect at being imperfect” and it really rang home. My never-ending battle with perfection, basically trying to create a life I think I should have, rather than actually living my life has become exhausting. It used to be that perfectionism was reserved for my work, but it has some how creeped into all aspects of my life, whether that’s with my appearance, how my home looks, or tragically, how my Instagram grid is looking, it is draining and causing more anxiety – so I’ve decided that it is OK that my life is Perfectly, Imperfect.
There’s something about blossom, the perfumed scent in the air, the fluffiness of the petals, the vibrant hues, and how with each gust of wind the petals swirl in the most beautiful way. There’s a joy about watching blossom fall, and being able to visit the amazing Brodgale Collections, home to more than 4,000 varieties of fruit, including apples, cherries and plums, which translates into blossom heaven, was such a treat seeing all the different hues of blossom, as well as to shoot one of my favourite looks. As soon as you step into the orchards at Brodgale Collections there