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So far whencaitiemetsoda has created 16 blog entries.

You must do things you think you cannot do

By | October 31st, 2017|Blog, Caitie and Soda at Home, When Caitie met Soda Family|

Do you ever have moments where you are truly lost for words? When you look at what's right in front of you, and feel the biggest of emotions, right in your chest, and can't, for the life of you, find the words to express them? I've sat here, in front of this computer screen for the last hour, trying to [...]

The Things I’ve Never Shown Anyone

By | August 4th, 2017|Caitie Loves, Lifestyle, Living Creatively|

Hello, dearest friends, I wanted to write this while all of the emotions are still on the surface. ALL of the emotions. Because there is so much I want to say, and so much gratitude that I want to express. I'm not sure if there are even words for the depth of the emotion that I am feeling, but, I'm [...]

I’m not a Creative Person

By | August 1st, 2017|Lifestyle, Living Creatively|

So, this one's a really personal one. And, it's a hard one to write too. Because it starts with one of the darkest moments in my life: the moment when I didn't want to be anymore. The moment when I lost myself. I've never really considered myself an 'ambitious' person. I never had a career in mind, and so, when [...]

You are Enough

By | July 28th, 2017|Caitie Loves, Living Creatively, New Arrivals, Off the Bench|

You've always compared yourself to other people, haven't you? I mean, you're the first person to tell others that 'comparison is the thief of joy'; but, you don't follow that advice, do you? You look around you, at the people that you think are prettier, thinner, successful, in love, happy. But you don't look at yourself; not really anyway. Because you're [...]

Twenty-Seven

By | July 25th, 2017|Caitie Loves, Lifestyle, Living Creatively|

Twenty-seven. Even typing that sounded old. I can't believe that I'm twenty-seven-years of age. I mean, I realise it's not that old. Not that old at all. But looking back at the past year, so much has happened, and I have changed in more ways than I can count. So, am I happy to be older? Yes. Not because I'm [...]

A few days in Lisbon

By | July 11th, 2017|Caitie Loves, Lifestyle, Living Creatively|

Last week, I was lucky enough to have a little break in Lisbon. As is always the case, when I'm with my favourite people, it was perfect. Ph. @ David Murray We walked, we talked, laughed so hard I'm confident at least one of us peed a little... (I won't name any names... Okay, okay, it was probably most definitely [...]

Dear Ali,

By | June 21st, 2017|Caitie Loves, Lifestyle, Living Creatively|

My dear friend. You didn't know this at the time, but you can into my life during a really dark time. I was unwell, I didn't leave the house much, and I spent so much of my time alone. I'd started to feel isolated, and useless. My life didn't feel like it had much meaning. I felt like I lacked [...]

Finding my way home

By | June 6th, 2017|Lifestyle, Living Creatively, Off the Bench|

This week, I found my way home. I moved into my very first, and very own studio. It's been a long time coming, but, it has been so worth the wait. To my people: you got me here. You held me up when I couldn't stand on my own. You've been there, through it all. You've seen my darkest moments. And [...]

Dear Christie

By | May 16th, 2017|Caitie Loves, Lifestyle, Living Creatively|

You were never sure of yourself growing up, were you? You saw yourself as living in someone’s shadow. But, to me, you were never, ever, anything other than the brightest star. We moved a lot, and each time, you became a little less certain. We were both bullied, you and I, and it always hurt more to think of people [...]

Telling your story

By | April 29th, 2017|Living Creatively, Off the Bench|

One of the things that I love most about what I do, is that I get to tell stories. I get to tell stories with words that are sometimes hard to find. Sometimes the words in my chest are too big to write down. They're sometimes too big to feel, too. And when those happen, I let my hands tell [...]