This blog is my baby, you all know that, right? Yet a tiny part of me has had a whistful and strange love affair with Dressing For since the loss of my Internet connection. My will to change the world- or the North East of England, at least- with my fashion passion has often taken a back seat to love, heart break, loss, education and, of course, baking. I haven't blogged recently for all the latter reasons and yet I punish myself because getting back into the game has a huge tinge of guilt and thus I provide you all with a deep apology from me.
I'm currently sat in a secret location; Sex And The City the movie has just finished, my hair freshly blow-dried and I can feel the most amazing breeze hitting my bronzed cheeks. I have a large glass of wine cuddled next to me, I'm wearing lounge-wear in shades of peach and nude and I have pearls round my neck. From Wednesday through to today has been a time in my life that I've craved for three years and, my God, if you knew how much I've wanted this then you'd forgive me for forgetting all but my mind and promised words. A picnic all home baked taken to a work place in a Cath Kidston basket, sherbet cocktails, and plain old excitment.
I think back to myself this year. I was in a mental coma induced by the worst incident in my life, my best friend wrapping me up in blankets and supplying me with endless DVDs... But I came alive for fashion. All it took was a black, white and pink floral skirt to make me feel like Hollie again.
A year later and I've worked hard to make all my dreams come true. I'm most like Charlotte from SATC, although most would say Carrie what with the writing career and my up and down love life. I'm like Charlotte because I've never been so thankful to be part of a life that feels like a fairytale, yet I'm terrified that I'll lose it all.
As I sit here, the Sunday evening sounds of a soul mate and my Vera Wang fragrance filling the air, I wonder if it's my inner 60s hippy that is embracing love and peace or whether I'm just the optimistic character in the fairytale that has gone from tragic to a dream come true. Getting lost from blogging these few days didn't mean I didn't care or want to write, I've simply had to take time in to believe the fairytale before I actually write it.
One other thing, I've been appointed as PR Director of a small beauty firm. It's early days but I hope you'll all enjoy this chapter.