I thought I'd share a couple more snaps from a recent shoot with my darling Amy. We shot together a couple of weeks back as part of a campaign for National Best Friend Day with Accessorize which was so lovely, it's so fun working with somebody else, especially someone like Amy as we're often on the very same wavelength when it comes to creativity. Even better when the babe behind the camera is another BFF of mine, my darling sister Faye.
Adult friendships are an entirely different kettle of fish to the friendships of our youth. When we're young, we are thrust into situations where we have to make friends. Whether that be school, college or university, there are social situations in which we are somewhat forced into, it's the norm to make friends in these positions and it comes somewhat easily for the most part. It's only when we step into adulthood and out of these typical social situations where making friends can be a little trickier, particularly when you work from home and don't have a set of colleagues to pal-up with, to discuss the ins and outs of life, the television you watched last night and the office fitty down the hall.
It's taken me a while to get to grips with the fact that I could probably count my good-good friends on one hand. Throughout my twenties friends have come and gone, the way they have for most people as you journey through life, navigating the world and sussing out exactly who you are and who you want to be surrounded with. It's the people that I can now proudly count on one hand who have been there throughout it all. The good times, the bad times, we've celebrated our successes together, we've pulled each other out of the darkness and we've had a hell of a lot of laughs along the way. They're the special ones.
It's not about quantity, it's about quality- no more so than with friends. It's easy to look at others and see they're huge friendship groups, circles upon circles of pals to call on when things get tough and you need a large glass of red and a good cry. But it simply doesn't matter how many people you have to fall back on, whether it's one, five or fifteen, it's knowing them that matters. Knowing that they'll be there at the drop of a hat even if they're across the country, you can call or Skype them at any hour of the day or are there at the end of a WhatsApp chat to vent with, it's knowing who the good eggs are and realising just how lucky you are to call them a friend.
And coming to terms with my smaller friendship group has been quite the revelation, made up of both blood family and now the family I have chosen, my friends. You know who you are and I bloody love you all. So this post is for you, Amy, Faye, Lennie, Rose, Mullock, you're the damn best!