Day 218 – The naturist inspired fashion shoot
I have been struggling with the blog of late as I have nobody to ask to take the photos. Though I am still wearing a dress a day, I promise you this, several weeks in a row now I have been having to carry out photo shoots only when the boy is about. It would be possible to ask colleagues, friends or even house mates but it seems a little inappropriate and incredibly self obsessed to do so.
Today then as I finally just about caught up with last week’s blogs, the photos which had to be done while in our hotel on the first night, we were finally ready to get this weeks shoot done. I am sorry that the blog has slipped behind so much. The last few weeks have been if I am honest a bit of a struggle to keep my head above water and as selfish as it is sometimes I’ve had to let some things sink a little just so I can survive.
If anyone should ever want to do a guest post on the subject of your own experiences of mental health, personal or general, do get in touch. It would help me out on the days when I struggle but also I hope that these other styles of writing and experiences would add a bit of colour and hopefully aid understanding of illnesses less specific to depression and bipolar.
As I am a little bit crazy and far too keen on to do lists when we came away I noted down all the things we wanted to do here. Thankfully the boy intervened and thanks to his easy-going nature we ended up having a lovely mix of surf, scenery, beach, sleep and places one simply must see. The one thing that I was determined to see however was Port Isaac and on the last day before setting off we decided to head there rather than dive straight in to a gridlocked M5. Though we had been putting the visit off all week due to the weather, the day turned out to be perfect for it and the sunscreen was brought out the bag for the first time.
We strolled around the town listening to their jazz and brass bands who were playing as part of a fete in aid of the RNLI. Wearing a cowboy hat and for once some sensible shoes we climbed up a ladder to the sea wall to eat our picnic sat overlooking the harbour. The port is famous for its scenery, a reputation enhanced by its appearance in the TV series Doc Martin as well as the scene of the British film, Saving Grace. We went on a walk around the port, conscious of time but enjoying ourselves and the last hours of the holiday too much to hurry. There were dresses from this week, worn on days when I got too low towards the end to have the photos done so we found a secluded spot and had a quick snap of four of the frocks. There were some rather close moments where I had to lie low when a rambler came waltzing past but we managed to get them all done while retaining some small degree of modestly. Sadly the boy got one beautiful shot of the scene but it had to be left out as afterwards he noticed I was between changes and had two different dresses on.
We head to the car and set off for Harborough but I feel sad at the thought that we are not headed for home. Though independence is all good and well there is something rather lonely about returning to a house shared with strangers where nobody is waiting.
- Today’s dress is another vintage frock from the 70s perhaps. I am glad it got a good airing at the port as it was stuffy and close in the car and such a pretty dress needs to be seen. It is another donation from a secret location but it is extremely pretty and again I believe it is hand-made. It makes me sad that I can not craft my own clothes but I am determined to learn to knit from my grandma in time to make Christmas scarves for all. After this holiday, as beautiful though it was the present budget has shrunk somewhat.
