Archives for posts with tag: alone

Autumn leaves. So bright and colourful.

Walking through the park on the way home. Smelling the nature smells, looking into the pond and feeling quiet.

Sewing vulvas, on the floor of my living room, listening to podcasts.

Taking time to myself in the library whilst at work.

Sorting out the basement, on my own. I like tidy things.

Lots of texts with James.

Hooooome. No more hen party.

Lying in the park, texting James.

Hearing that 100 Vaginas made the young women feel much happier with their vulvas. 😍

Also my plant has the beginnings of tomatoes and I went out for lunch on my own again. Hello vegan food and silence.

Barry in Archway. So bloody lovely and helpful. Took me right out of my bad mood.

Clicking my back at the end of yoga. That felt very needed.

Knowing I have the flat to myself for a week and a half. Perfect timing as my PMT was outrageous today and now I can live exactly as I want until it goes away.

A really bloody good breakfast. Vegan banana pancakes with chia seeds and peanut butter and fruit and flaxseed. And a Georgian cup of tea.

Another dungaree dress in the bag.

A long, very James, voice message from James about his dream.

P.s. leaving the party and coming home to dance around my living room by myself.

Naked yoga

Time on my own

Soph liked my music. No one ever likes my playlists.

A day by myself. Reading loads of my big heavy book on the sofa.

Finishing my silver top for the wedding.

Cooking three new recipes.

Yoga. Plant pruning. Sunny walk.

ASMR on Spotify all day long

A night, and the house, to myself

Office Sarah and her small fart story

Beautiful Islington. God I love it here.

Going for a coffee and a pastéis de nata at lunchtime on my own, reading my book in the sunny cafe.

I had a proper to do list and actual things to do. It felt good.

The beautiful studio

The beautiful pants I made

Embroidering alone to a podcast.

A morning to myself, in the nice hotel room on the huge bed. Then a lovely wander to the train station.

Getting confident and sure of myself. Knowing things. Doing them before they’re asked. Being organised. 

Home. Home home home. Sleep. 


The sweet little breakfast place. Croissants and coffees outside in the courtyard. 

Getting home and scrubbing my feet and washing my hair. No more vomit feet or smokey locks. It feels so good to be clean.

Being on my own. Amazing holiday but nice to have some time to myself again.


The kid who threw his ice cream on the floor. And that stamped on it.

Reading a piece about the French loving spending time on their own. Just before I’m about to go to France on my own. 

Coffee milkshake.

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A probably bad person to start a conversation with. But distracting. Which I needed today.
Sun. Heat. Even when it was raining.
The right tube turning up first so I didn’t have to speak to anyone on the journey home.

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I went for a walk in the park after work. The darkening sky was a really consuming grey. It felt very other-worldly and dream like.

I was one of very few people in the park. At times I could see no one else. Which for a London park is quite odd. But exactly what I wanted.

The orange glow of the houses and insides of buses as the sky got darker made it feel perfectly wintery.

UPDATE:
Ok so I know it’s called three little things but I clearly posted too early today. Just watching the most incredible firework display out my window. Best fireworks I’ve ever seen! Incredible.