>> I’m still mining the process of packing/unpacking for posts. Plus, we’re nearing that Christmas downtime when all that matters is meat, chocolate and shit TV as opposed to catching up on blogs. I’m also not straying too far from that overwhelming feeling of looking back to look forward. Attempting to pack and unpack your entire “life” in material possessions piled up high in front of you is certainly one surefire way to go on a never-ending reminiscing journey. Today, it was time to sift through the jewellery boxes. In my head, I had myself pegged as a non-committed-jewellery person. Not that I don’t wear, love and admire the stuff, but that I’m not someone who needs to wear jewellery on a daily basis and has something shiny attached to their persons at all times. I had also deluded myself into thinking that I don’t have a lot of jewellery. In comparison to the mountains of clothes, these three boxes seem paltry. That said, once I had tipped out the contents from the boxes I found myself “styling” jewellery as opposed to shoving random bits and bobs on whenever the mood strikes me. I don’t think I’ve ever consciously worn arm/ring or neck parties but it’s pretty amusing working out the different combos these gathering of jewels. Can you tell that I’m happily housebound at the moment?