hawaiiEver had the most magical evening midweek when you get the most phenomenal sunset where the rich orange glow saturates everything it touches? That's what happened last week. We returned to Wells-Next-The-Sea on a balmy Wednesday (I know, deja-vu) but I wont apologise as I took some different pictures which I absolutely love and I'll be sharing those with you soon too.

My red printed denim shorts are a firm old favourite, it's not often I find something that fits so well and makes me really smile. Another random find probably from ebay a few years ago. Worn with my treasured Joules blouse which is still available in a mini polka dot colour way on sale which I thought looked pretty good flapping freely over my black vest top (The Norfolk Boutique).

Who remembers what life was like before I found these ankle boots (I know, but seriously they are perfect for every occasion). My floral crown did receive some odd looks as I walked along the quay upon arrival, not sure they were ready for such a sight. Chris insinuates that I plummeted headfirst into a hedgerow, which paints an amusing picture in my head.

Photograph overload a little bit but I was fascinated how these turned out (I haven't edited the light or put a filter on) and note how I definitely look happy in at least a couple. Body confidence is something I've had cause to think about recently; Belle du Brighton wrote an excellent piece just the other day which reminded me again. I used to be particularly aware of what I looked like, kind of anxious and awkward, thinking I looked plain/ugly/just a bit rubbish. It was very tiring and pretty draining really always second guessing about what other people thought, though I imagine it's how many girls feel about themselves growing up. Lately, I've come to the conclusion that the 'people' I thought were judging me are women, all women. Chris doesn't even notice if my hair is a bird's nest, my cardigan is buttoned up wrong or one turn up is completely different to the other, many other guys (but not all) fall into the same boat as this. My brother asked me where my glasses were recently, I haven't worn glasses full time for about three years...

It's hard to pinpoint when I stopped caring, but I'd have a stab at around May 2013 when I wore this pussybow dress

nothing specifically triggered it, maybe something just snapped inside me and I couldn't be doing with it dragging me down any longer. Conversely, I feel like since I stopped caring what I look like, I look better, my style is freer and more relaxed.

The term 'body confidence' is one which irritates me too somewhat, in my mind it stands akin to arrogance so personally I wouldn't call myself body confident, just carefree and looking after myself. Eat clean, exercise sensibly, dress to please yourself. That's got to be the winning formula.

Sophie