525,600 minutes: A Goldilocks year in review.

Note: I don’t often do personal posts, but as the year ends I think it’s important to show growth. xo

2013: What happened?

The New Year
I started off this year at the top of the Empire State Building. The rest of the year was never going to compare to the harsh whips of wind against my face at the top of one of the most inspirational buildings in the world. It’s the only building I can sketch from memory, and the only thing I draw from instinct. I had been to New York twice already, but this would be my last in a while and I sat in an accepting silence in that mustard yellow taxi back to JFK. Sometimes great loves have to stand still, until real life slows down. The day I came home and hit pause on my love for New York, I hit the start button on my relationship with Rhys. Continue reading

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UK Blog Awards 2014

Do you lovely readers enjoy my blog? If you do, take a quick detour to the Blog Awards UK website and vote for me. Just follow the link below, sign up, and then place your vote. If all else fails, type “Goldilocks Notebook” into the search bar on the Blog Awards homepage, and you’ll find me. I’ve just hit over 10,000 page views, and it’s all because some of you find me a little bit interesting. Thanks for the memories, xoxo.

 

Something wicked this way comes: telling the story of Halloween

Image from my own Instagram
“The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where one ends, and where the other begins?” – Edgar Allan Poe

Come in my pretties, can I take your coat? Please, make yourselves at home. There now, there is no need to be afraid of All Hallows’ Eve. Take off your mask, there is no need for that here, I know exactly who you are. Are you sitting comfortably?

It began almost 2,000 years ago, when the Celts across Europe celebrated their New Year’s Eve. Known as Samhain Eve, it was celebrated at the end of October before the colder months chilled the bones of our ancestors. They didn’t own overpriced Barbour jackets or hot water bottles to keep them warm, you see. Samhain, means November in Irish and celebrated the end of a bountiful harvest season and the disappearance of the warm summer months. As the line waned between autumn and winter, it was legend that so did the veil between the living and the dead. On this particular night, spirits were thought to walk with the living, many on their way to the afterlife. Continue reading