This week I've been thinking a lot about space - mine, my families, and how important it is. I've been thinking about personal space, and how it's something to really be cherished, and the spaces we create for ourselves, the way we live, and the we priorities we apply to this space.
We'll be moving soon into a new house, and a new way of life. The house is of a similar size to our current abode, and yet the way we're viewing the space has changed. When we moved to our little town a few years ago we were two, but we knew that one day we would be three, and we were driven by this thought as we searched for a home. Now we are three, but the decisions we are taking include a fourth person, a person who doesn't yet exist, but might one day join our family.
It's been a wee bit stressful this week. I hate confrontation, can't bear it in fact, and find it impossible to have a constructive conversation with anyone when tensions are raised. When it comes to fight or flight, I'll pretty much pick flight every time (unless it involves my child, then you'd better watch out). I started to think about Raasay, the Scottish Island on which we honeymooned a few years ago. It's hardly uninhabited, about 1000 people live there (although probably not all year around), but there are parts of the island in which nature has been left to it's own devices, and you can easily go a whole day without seeing another soul. When we were there, we had many conversations about whether we could live in almost-isolation. Perhaps not all year round, but then again, perhaps I could. Wherever I find myself I seem to feel crowded. The other day I met a friend for dinner in London, and leaving the station at rush-hour, fighting against the solid wall of commuters bearing down on me, I wondered how I could ever have been part of the crowd. And yet I was, for a long time. I never felt at home in London, and I think the lack of space, the fact i always felt lost in the swarms of commuters, and tourists, and people just trying to get on with their lives, had a lot to do with that.
When you have a child, time on your own, and time in your own space, becomes precious. When I'm at work, although it can be exhausting in it's own way, it's still my time, a moment of calm. Now we're off to our little piece of semi-rural life, I hope we can retain and build upon the foundations we've laid - space to grow as a family, but also space to be ourselves. And also, as much wardrobe space as we can manage.
In other news this week, I was lucky enough to be interviewed by green parenting magazine Inhabitots, about vintage and ethical clothing. It was really fun to do - let me know what you think!
My vintage item of the week is this delightful 1960's cotton dress, age approx. 1-2 years, and is available to buy for just £12! I've also added lot's more items to the Lori and the Caravan shop, so don't forget to check it out!