i slipped home to the south of spain, where my family live, for the festive period
WHAT I’M WEARING: H&M WIDE BRIM BROWN FEDORA,H&M OVERSIZED SWEATER DRESS, PRIMARK GREY MARL KNEE SOCKS & OLD HIKING BOOTS FROM MANY YEARS AGO, FROM WHERE, I DON’T KNOW BUT YOU PROBABLY DON’T CARE.
Sincerely, I have been waiting for these days in the south for months now. I am not so much captivated by Christmas, but more a reason to head home, the luxury of a quiet email inbox and a handful of days to clutch at it, but with both hands because my phone isn’t in my left palm but in a bag somewhere without battery. As of late, I have felt as tightly strung as elastic; this tension built up like a muscle I didn’t want from September onwards. I am notoriously terrible at taking time off, here I am after all, writing and photographing an afternoon I couldn’t bear to not share, when I swore I’d stay away for at least 7 days. But this blog post aside, I’ve been sleeping, eating fresh bread and looking out windows full of rolling green fields, I’ve been reading and colouring while I listen to the incessant chatter of my brothers and mother and whoever else wander and collect in different rooms of this very old stone house. Biba can run free, sans leash and that makes her very happy. She eats a lot of weeds and then collapses in a heap, exhausted from her recent and sudden freedom here in the countryside. I brought just two sweaters in a suitcase with me, two great big beastly wools than can be blankets or dresses or even pyjamas should I fall asleep on the warm tiles outside. The orange trees are in full bloom, laden and drooping with clementines. They are fun to pick and then eat. If I’m not wearing these old hiking boots than I’m in solely socks, padding around the house doing nothing much at all. As for tomorrow? I’ll probably wake up around half ten, that is all I have planned.