Me at 30

me at 30 birthday

Last year I turned 30, took the afternoon off of work to celebrate only to find myself with my camera taking photos to capture this oh-so-great-once-in-a-lifetime moment. Almost a year on from that, I found the folder of photos during a winter-clean-up session and thought it would be fun to do a little time lapse video. Forward a few hours, a flight and an afternoon spent selecting the perfect music for this at a pub, here is the result.

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Four Years Ago Today

just married

Time flies, they say and they are right! It’s been four years I’ve been married to this guy and it genuinely feels like it’s been a lot longer than that.

I guess what makes it feel like well more than it should (only joking) are the many adventures we found ourselves on over the past years. I’ve had to backtrack where we’ve been and what we’ve seen and here are a few highlights. I’m trying not to get too sappy, but there is certainly an “aww” photo at the end of the post, if you feel like skipping all the other carefully curated ones.

So here we go!

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Card #1 – The Fox

fox greeting card

Remember how one of my goals for this year was to get 5 cards online for sale? Well here comes card design number 1 that I am very proud of, I have to say. I think for using rather unprofessional tools to get to this final piece of art, it is one of my favourite ones I have ever done.

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Hello world, hello 2017!

Isa at Tate Modern

Let me introduce myself, to you, my hopefully avid future readers. I am a thirty (soon ‘something’) London-dweller. I moved to this fascinating city a little over 3 years ago from Doha, Qatar with my husband. (I might be able to link to his blog some time soon, as he has expressed his desire to blog as well.) Now, looking back, I would definitely say that I encountered the good old reverse culture shock coming back to Europe, but we have finally started to get some footing over the past year making this spot our new base for adventures.

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