Category: Rackers
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doesn’t this all feel so…
Doesn’t this all feel so…I so desperately want to say tiring but surely there is a more concise wordThe monotony. We are all searching for the poem, the meme, the post on social media that reflects how we are feeling, yet we desire others to see us as…Is ‘okay’ enough, or do we want more…
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Is this all there is?
“Is this all there is?” A rhetoric often spouted about a simple life. A building dedicated to housing literature that passes through the hands of many — all reading the same stories, as the one book gets to travel through so many different lives. A day at the beach. On the verandah with a cup…
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take the photos
You don’t look the way you used to. You see the extra weight, the wrinkles around your eyes, the trickle of age in your skin. So you take less photos. You don’t like the way you sound on a recording. You are critical of the inflictions, the nasally sounds, the way you pronounce words. So…
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stark contrast
The stark contrast of life and death and a life that continues. Bawling my eyes out about my mum not being here for her 60th birthday, and within the tears, getting the text that our family friend has welcomed their new baby into the world. Elation mixed with sorrow. The idea that I should have…
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the past year at rackers co
When you have been working on something for five years, I think it’s natural to feel a little lost with it when there has been no growth within the past two. I haven’t kept it to myself, rather sharing it on Instagram when I have felt like closing the shop or just being met with…
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the stranger in the mirror
I don’t completely recognise the person in the mirror. This is not most days, it is only some. I don’t think I have changed that much with age, so I am not sure I can blame our good old friend Father Time. Though, I look at photos of a younger me and I recognise her.…
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Another timeline, the same love
I am watching The Adam Project and I am suddenly crying, once again. Tears I didn’t invite, but have pushed through the front door and I must welcome anyway. I am imagining my 40 year old self meeting my 48 year old mum. A woman who doesn’t yet know that her world is about to…
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A random night (of grief)
A random Tuesday night. It could be a Sunday, even a Thursday. It doesn’t really matter anymore. There is a visceral reaction to a thought. To a single thought, and the thought is this: my mum isn’t here and will never be here again. Now, of course I know this. From the moment I am…
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this fortnight at rackers co: pt 16
ON THE SHOPCRYSTAL DROPSHOP HERE I have decided to start doing these as a fortnightly wrap up because, honestly, my life is not that exciting within a week. Nor is it within a fortnight, but at least it’s easier to think of more content in a larger timeframe lolol. 🥳 THE SHOP TURNED FOUR 🥳Honestly…
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this week at rackers co: pt 15
ON THE SHOPLUCY IN THE SKY COLLECTIONSHOP HEREI have spent the past couple of months dreaming up these new pieces (and then the 48 hours before busting my ass cause I had ideas for even more new ones lolol). I say this every time, but I think this is my favourite one yet. She’s a…
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