Monday, 23 February 2015


We all love this blogging lark. It gives us a community and a sense of being listened to. We can air our worries and share our advice and, let's face it, coo about dresses and empathise with our bank balances because of them.

But, I'm taking a break for a while. Lots has happened behind the blog this week, and it doesn't seem fair to keep up the front for the sake of anyone - let alone a little space on the Internet.

I've moved back home for a bit, am rallying my people around me, and stuff will be alright, in the end. But in the meantime, this is just to say that Jazzpad will pause for a while.

I'll leave you with this, because I'm trying to remember what I love, and Florence has always been up there, really. Give me a few weeks, and I'll explain everything.

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Sunday, 15 February 2015


Tell me if any of this sounds familiar. Ploughing absolutely every iota of thought into your job, to the point where you're waking up in the early hours after dreaming about some terrible mistake you haven't even made. Routinely wishing you saw more of your favourite people, and feeling immensely guilty and resentful when they say things like "we've not seen you for ages". Being asked a pretty standard question and momentarily forgetting what stuff you enjoy doing outside of the 9-5, and then, thinking a little harder, realising you can't remember the last time you felt passionate about a hobby that didn't involve alcohol, or arguments. Forever feeling like you haven't done enough, or what you have done isn't good enough. Not quite understanding how you've slipped into a carousel of what other people expect your life to be, that seems to be getting faster and faster and you're feeling a little sick.

I feel all these things and more, and quite frankly, it's exhausting.

Unwinding these anxieties over the phone, the best mate reckons our competitive schooling meant we've both been conditioned to never accept the mediocre, but that in turn means we might never be satisfied. It's true, I'll have twelve things go brilliantly, and then one bombshell will completely ruin the day, achievements forgotten.

Thursday, 5 February 2015


A night in a week after payday automatically means a little wishlisting, right? The last thing I bought were these work sensible shoes, which are ripping my feet to shreds. In which case, a pair of ridiculous heels seems like a logical move. 

Instead, what I'm lusting after isn't a million miles away for me. I love an anchor print come rain or shine, and though I'm slightly aware this skirt might make me look like some kind of Japanese schoolgirl, it's chiffon, so y'know, everything's fine. 

Spring can't be here already can it? I have lots planned, a couple of city breaks and a trip to the seaside to name a few. So this lot isn't really all that season appropriate. What's new?

Sunday, 1 February 2015



Whoops, two weeks without posting again, this is becoming something of a habit. I think my hobbies have changed slightly. Last year I was blogging almost every day, whereas these days I'm reading much more (follow my list here). Funnily enough, my new work mates have noticed just how many clothes I have. You can take a girl out of one job... etc etc etc.