The City of Love?

Recently I've had some post-Paris blues! Although it was this time last year that I returned back to the sometimes gloomy and uninspiring Carlisle, England I've always wanted to head back to the city of love and recently it's all I can think about!

Paris is such a stunning and stimulating city, I was never short on inspiration although I was only there for a few short days. While I was there I started (& have yet to finish) a number of projects; I already shared a project which I began, a typology of the infamous tour carts that litter central Paris with enthused tourists being cycled back and fourth around the countless attractions of the city. 

This is one of the projects that I was inspired to do while I was there.

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Home is where the heart is.

I have just returned to Carlisle after spending the most lovely week at home in Sunderland.

Now I know that Sunderland isn't the most classy or beautiful place in England, but it is my home and I will always have a love hate relationship with it. It is the home of most of my nearest and dearest, & it's where I was raised. I had an amazing childhood there.

I spent last weekend at the Atherton household with their beautiful little girls. Olivia, Isabel, Isla & I spent the day in the garden, watching films & making ridiculously tasty cookies. It truly is my little home away from home. The girls never fail to make me smile, unintentionally obviously.

This is (R-L) Isla, Isabel & Olivia (it feels wrong saying it in that order.) They are three of the sweetest most beautiful little girls & I feel so proud to say I have watched them grow up from being babies.

Trampoline fun with Isla & Issy.

All in all I've had such an amazing week at home. I got to see my Grandparents, my Dad & spend lots of time with my big 'little' sister as she refers to herself cause she's a skinny bitch and I most certainly am not.

I can't wait to have more weeks like these at home. It reminds me of how thankful I am to be surrounded by such amazing people.