Glow by Lady E

  What do I want to flirt with this season? Not necessarily who . What. Maybe you want to flirt with a new version of yourself. A hobby you’ve been curious about. A color you’ve always thought wasn’t “you.” A different way of dressing. A city you’ve never explored. An idea that seems slightly ridiculous. A dream you aren’t ready to commit to yet. That’s the lovely thing about flirting. It doesn’t ask you to make promises. It doesn’t require a five-year plan or a carefully constructed list of goals. You don’t even have to know whether you want something permanently. You can simply move a little closer and see what happens. What catches your eye lately? What keeps appearing in the corner of your thoughts? What makes you think, Hmm. Maybe. Perhaps this season doesn’t need another commitment. Perhaps it needs curiosity. A little experimentation. Permission to try something simply because it delights you. So tonight, open your journal and ask yourself: What do I want to flirt with this ...

  I have a lot of stationery. (Remember that sack that arrived on Black Saturday?) Probably more than I need. Definitely more than I need. But I’ve stopped feeling guilty about it. Because somewhere between buying pretty pens, collecting stickers, and convincing myself that yes, I absolutely needed another tiny pad of paper, I realized something: I actually use them. Not all at once, of course. That would be chaos. Instead, I’ve started letting different pieces find their way into different pages. This Page, These Things This is one of my recent journal pages. For this spread, I used just three pens: a Zebra Sarasa Clip, a soft-colored marking pen from Daiso, and a Chosch Click Dot pen. I also used little grid paper pieces from a set of Daiso memo pads, along with a few stickers I had collected from KKV. Nothing particularly complicated. Nothing carefully coordinated beforehand. I simply chose what I felt like using and started putting things on the page. A little paper here. A sti...

  There are things we once called beautiful because we were taught to. Because they were admired. Because they were chosen by others. Because they looked right… on the outside. But beauty, the kind that stays, doesn’t just look good. It feels good to live with. It doesn’t sting.  It’s not uncomfortable.  Tonight, sit with this gently: What have you been calling beautiful… that no longer feels good to you? Is it something you wear? A makeup palette that looks beautiful, but doesn’t work for you anymore? A routine you follow? A space you keep? A version of yourself you’ve outgrown? You don’t have to reject it. You don’t have to explain it. Just notice. Where does it feel heavy? Where does it feel forced? Where does it feel like you’re performing instead of living? And then, just as quietly… ask yourself: What would feel better instead? Not louder. Not more impressive. Just… softer. Truer. Yours. —- With elegance and quiet fire, Lady E Founder, Glow by Lady E...