The truth is we live a world where everything is documented these days. From breakfast goodness to what your wearing that day, to live streaming of exactly what is happening via applications like Snapchat and Periscope. Smart phones make it so simple to capture said moments, and it’s easier than ever to share them with friends and family. But what happens to those pictures once they’ve fallen off your Instagram feed or you’ve updated your profile picture on Facebook? They’re basically gone into the abyss of a million and one pictures. Granted I don’t need to remember exactly what I ate for breakfast on April 13 2013, but some photographs should stick around. The important memories, the travel snaps (bad hair and all), the hangs with friends, the birthdays, the special moments. In the past it was such an exciting moment to take your camera film to be developed. You’d flick through those pictures time and time again, display them in your home. They were seen, and discussed, and remembered as they should be. And …
I love those weekends where you feel like you’ve accomplished something, aka the productive ones. But what I love more are those weekends spent celebrating life with your friends and lovers. The ones where you do exactly what you feel like doing, whether it’s going out and enjoying the good weather, or just lying on the couch catching up on a TV series you’ve been neglecting. I did all of the above this weekend.
I’m not much of a Taylor Swift fan, but the girl was right when she said you’ve just gotta shake it off! After blogging for over a year now I’ve finally had my first negative comment on one of social media pages. Finally! I’ve been waiting for it, because I know how often it happens, and now I can join the club.
Hi March. I’m not sure if I’m happy or sad to see you. Mixed emotions really. It’s nice to be getting into Autumn (even though we’re still enjoying the Summer sunshine), and March is technically closer to my birthday (April baby right here), but I don’t know where last month went! What a blur! I’m hoping the rest of the year will slow right down… Fingers crossed.
Can anyone else believe it’s February already? It’s like January never happened. Please let this year slow down a little, I’m not ready for it to be 2016 already! For some reason everything happens in the Summer months (probably because it’s just SO nice outside) so I’ve been trying to get out and live a little in the sunshine.
Christmas is a month away. I’m in pure shock. If anyone is able to tell me how and why the year has gone so quickly I’ll give you a prize. I’m not prepared at all.
It’s a wrap! Frocktober is over and as lovely as it was to raise awareness for ovarian cancer and get dolled up daily I can’t wait to get back into my jeans! Being the cheeky girl I am I missed the final day of Frocktober due to being a little busy getting my wisdom teeth removed, so thirty days of dresses it was and as soon as my head is back to normal and my face has gone down I’ll start doing the calculations for the donations heading to KimbaLikes and The Fashionable Mum.
If I had any idea how this year would pan out when I started my little spot on the internet I probably would have had a heart attack. Or at least a panic attack. Because the day I decided to really put some time and effort into my blog I didn’t realise that my little place of ranting and reviews would become so much more.
If you follow my Instagram you’ll notice I’ve been donning the dresses over the last few days because I’ve decided to play along with Frocktober. Thirty one days, thirty one dresses (and no outfit repeating, I have over seventy frocks)! Rain, hail or shine. All the in the name of promoting awareness and dollars for ovarian cancer research.