I came home last Saturday night exhausted.
I hadn’t even been on the dance floor.
I hadn’t even consumed lots of wine (ok, maybe just a little)
I had just been to dinner with ‘ma gurls’ and laughed……and laughed….and laughed.
I was exhausted from laughing.
If there is one thing I truly love in life – it is laughing until it hurts.
I love that feeling of gasping for breath. The stabbing pain in your abs.
I love that fleeting moment of self consciousness when you are laughing so hard and you know you look so unattractive (especially with my horse-like teeth) but… you just don’t care…and carry on laughing.
The last six months of my life has prompted a significant amount of self-reflection.
Life events have forced me to be introspective and develop a real sense of self –awareness. I have honestly learnt so much about my emotions, actions and willpower. I have learnt what gives me inner strength. I have learnt the importance of not over thinking. I have learnt what truly makes me happy.
I am not going to lie – the last few months have sucked at times, but I have been blessed to have learnt so much about myself. It has forced me to gain perspective on really is important. For me, it is the beautiful people I am surrounded by. My family and friends.
I have also realised that I truly believe that everything happens for a reason.
I believe that people wander into your life for a reason. To teach you lessons. To teach you about yourself. To test you. Some people stick like glue. Others swan in and then out…
Last year when certain things were falling apart … two beautiful girls entered my life. I have only known them for a year, but immediately they have become like… ma sista’s. I honestly believe they were brought to into my life for a reason. They have kept me grounded. When I am going off on an emotional tangent – they bring me back to reality. They are both so individual and unique.
The best part… I am lucky to be able to see them every day at work.
When the three of us are together we don’t just laugh….we sqwark. We don’t just talk…we rap like we are from the Bronx. We don’t just eat…we devour (usually ‘Pilpel hommous’).
I know this all sounds really corny – but I just being honest.
It was these two girls (and some other friends) that I went to dinner with on Saturday night. We had a ball. My abs got a work out. We laughed and laughed.
I am honestly blessed to have met Miss A and Miss F.
Miss A attends pottery lessons every week and creates the most beautiful, organic bowls, spoons and little vessels. Each piece is made with such care and love – a reflection of Miss A’s vivacious and warm personality.
Miss F is a very talented artist (graphic designer by profession) who creates the most thought-provoking collages. She seamlessly integrates delicate hand drawn lines with mixed media elements to explore ideas, themes and social commentary. She is a true artist and I know her potential is limitless.
In celebration of their talents (only one of many), I hope to inspire you with this collection of beautiful ceramic and collage images….
(Image via blog.kstable.jp)
(Image via shopprettymommy.myshopify.com)
(Image via (utsuwayayuuyuu.com)
(Image via mespetitesmainsmagazine.net)
(Image via artpropelled.tumblr.com)
(Image via browndresswithwhitedots.tumblr.com)
(Image va birdiebooneceramics.com)
(Image via thejealouscurator.com)
(Image via kacper-kiec.tumblr.)
(Image via flickr)
(Image via Pinterest)
(Image via Fernwah)
Ok, I am off…..have a dull headache from one too many ‘grape juices’.