IRIS N VOILIA, who are they? Iris is my grandma and what a wonderful woman she is although She died when I was only a couple of months old, the stories I hear and the diary entries I read are more magical than what I can ever describe to you. Somebody almost so special I don’t want her to be real Incase she wasn’t as amazing as what I think she would be, not that I could ever have any doubt. It’s almost like she’s the Santa or the tooth fairy when I was a child. Trying to get to sleep as fast as I could so I could meet her in my dreams. As a child I was rather spiritual and I could feel her, I really could feel her touch, feel her aura but now I can’t and I’m not sure why and it makes me sad.
VOILIA, isn’t it such a beautiful name? Voilia is my nannas middle name and I have fallen in love with the name since the first time I heard it. I’ve known my nanna since I was around 10 years old, after living with my mum who was a single parent she finally met who is now her husband who gave the the best grandparents in the world and I couldn’t treasure them more. My Nanna gives me such motivation to be proud and happy of who I am and to crab the world with both hands. She couldn’t be more proud, and neither could I. She’s around 4’7, bleach blonde hair with the most beautiful temperament, she’s my little polly pocket.
Voilia was the name of a Russian Ballet Dancer my great grandmother fell in love with and thats where the name came from.
Mission
- This is a public blog people can benefit from
- My topics are going to be about Mental Health and how the Fashion industry affects mental health.
- I would love to connect with charities and organisations
- Hopefully i want to be a blog people can come to to discover unique charities that are offering help.
- I hope to have my own organisation soon
Fashion 