Yes, I think i just started a new word, and I am not even sure if it is even a word at this current moment, but I am going to role up my sleeves and go with it. Creatively. Those moments when you feel warm on the inside and your inner glow shines, the goosebumps that crawl up your arm and spike your tiny arm hairs. When you’re at the grocery store and you hear your name, turn around and realise there is another Erin in the fruit and veg section, and those people when they share their craft and it fills that final piece of your puzzle.
It has been a mixed lollie bag of year so far with too many creative icons passing. It has hit the generation I’ve grown up in with a heavy heart and left those creatively with a curiosity of how we can maintain those who inspired us to continue to live. And I am sure you would agree with me, the lives of those who have passed remain in how we recreate through our passion.
I like to think I live through those who have inspired me for so many years, in the way I put my wardrobe together, especially my denim. The ‘kings’, the ‘queens’, the ‘rock gods’ and the straight up ‘talented’. It has been a while since I have addressed this blog but, Baby I am back!
Frayed Language has taken her inspiration interstate for the past 6 months using the people, culture and summer waters to piece together a few bits here and there.
Now that I have this space back again, stay tuned to see the Denim Love continue. xx