I’m not sure why I am torturing myself with this post now. Perhaps it’s because it currently feels so far away from reality that I question if it ever happened. And if it did, what did it look like, feel like?

Well, a little something like this.

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Imagine packing for a completely unplanned weekend, without knowing where you are going, but you do know that it’s warm. And that you have to pack a bathing suit.

A flight, a helicopter ride (holy effing moely), and a swiftly welcome up to a room later, before us stood a room, the ocean, and a colour palette that only the most wishful kind of thinking can dream up Рat our door step. Needless to say I very quickly peeled off my for clothes, slapped on a swimsuit, ordered a coconut and planted myself in the sunshine.

I’m still not quite sure it happened. But if it did, I am one lucky girl.

 

Black one piece | Mikoh
White plunge | Jets
One & Only | Hayman Island