Tuesday, 12 December 2017


It still seems a bit early in December to start looking back on 2017, but the Instagram Best Nine is doing the rounds again and I'm a sucker for this every year. So, apparently, my best nine of 2017:

Two of these are kind of a cheat as they're old photos I reposted - the top right is lil P our old mouse back in 2014 when he was a baby (I can't believe how long ago it was! I miss that sweet little nugget.) and the bottom right is vintage Alice and Gavin back in 2009 (an equally unfathomable length of time ago.)

The top row: our wedding, the maiden voyage of my Cath Kidston guinea pig dress at another wedding, little Piemur the day we brought him home and he was very tiny. The middle: my favourite street in York, more Cath Kidston clothes in York, Nan our beautiful blue rat. The bottom: a fortune cookie fortune, my Doronjo x Blythe's heart eyechip, and vintage Alice and Gavin.

A little more context for the fortune cookie: it says 'You will move to a wonderful new home within the year.' This was from a cookie in our first takeaway (and first meal) in our newly purchased house in November, and we thought it was delightfully appropriate... or very awkward, because we have a fixed term mortgage and moving again would honestly finish me right off. But I'm going to assume by 'move' it means physically cart all our stuff over and hand over our rental keys, which we hadn't done yet. I love a good coincidence.

I think my year looks pretty good on paper, and probably even better on Instagram, but I never set out to make my life look good on social media, I just like curating a pretty feed. So in the name of honesty, although I am very lucky for all the Good Stuff, this has also been a Tough Year at times. A very visual example: there would be shingles scabs/scars on my face in all the photos of me this year if I hadn't edited them out. So, you know. I'm sure there are metaphorical shingles scabs behind every bunch of nine lovely photos, and I hope yours fade (metaphorically) out a lot more gracefully than mine (literally) are. (They're so deep?! And stubborn?! Rude.)

To conclude: urgh, shingles. Or: I hope the rest of 2017 is kind to you, and may your Instagram feed ever inspire envy in strangers you meet on the internet.

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