Anonymous Post

Whimsically wrapped parcels from persons unknown have a special sort of magic I think.  All brown paper, black ink, washii tape and twine, with layers like pass-the-parcel and no clue as to what they could possibly contain until the last is peeled open. Beautiful treasure inside: embroidered vintage trim with deeply autumnal colours and old green buttons on a flowery playing card, a little package of joy that warmed my heart on a particularly rainy, blustery (gorgeous) day.

Exposure Alchemy

Playing with double exposures has become one of my new favourite things, which is happy making enough in itself really, there is nothing like discovering a new favourite thing. Lately I've been wondering where the balance lies between the pleasures I take in such simple things and the ambition to achieve more, I'm predisposed to be a content sort of person and while it feels like a gift I wonder if sometimes it means I don't strive the way others do to realise their dreams. It sounds like a melancholy train of thought but I haven't felt blue turning it over in my mind, more curious really - also willing to admit that I think far too much and should probably make an effort to switch off once in a while - any tips for calming an overactive mind?!