Sunday, 17 July 2011

One Year

We have been here for a year. One year. Lately I have been thinking about what I want to do with my life, what I really enjoy. A couple of friends have made major career changes, one through choice, the other necessity and I’m wondering about following suit. What do I love? I love fashion. I love design. I love gardens – although I’ve never had one.


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