What matters most…
It’s a strange world on the internet. One side of it is all perfectly curated images, and wonderfully edited content that shows only the things editors-in-chief believe will make people feel good about themselves, or just bad enough about themselves that they go out and buy whatever the article is flogging.
The other end of it is all sex-tapes and cruel meme’s using people’s faces without their consent for a quick laugh.
Sometimes it feels like there is no in-between. There is no real-life on the internet. Even typing that feels like a contradiction, because of course there isn’t. When half your life revolves around it, it is all too easy to forget that the internet is not real life. Not even close.
So, I’m sitting here in bed surrounded by my snotty tissues with a half-finished pack of Jammie Dodgers. (Purely because that is all there is in the house, and I have absolutely no plans on getting out of my pj’s and moving anywhere further than the bathroom today, let alone outside.) And I’m editing photos and cutting out all the fun ones that make me look like I have more of a personality, and I’m wondering why I feel the need. Personally – the ones where I’ve got my tongue out, or I’m falling around laughing are my favourites. But internet conventions have me paranoid, and convinced they don’t fit into the ‘good’ internet aesthetic that I’m aiming for over here.
Then I start wondering what on earth I’m going to write about this outfit. It’s another bloody outfit. And I start having an existential crisis because – it’s just clothes, does anyone care, who even reads these things anyway.
And epiphany struck. The same reason I bought this coat is the same reason I’m writing this post. I bought it to keep me warm. Not because it was super stylish, and is gonna look banging with that leopard print skirt in my wardrobe – but because it’s a flipping duvet you can wear outside. Priorities my friends.
I mean, yes, in my opinion this marvellous wearable duvet also happens to look pretty cool with that leopard print skirt I had in my wardrobe, but that is beside the point.
I’m not sure what the point is now, I’ve kind of lost sight of the point.
But basically I write this blog for fun, and a lot of the time it isn’t that fun because I get so caught up in what I feel like I’m supposed to be writing or showing and it just makes it stressful and nothing ever comes out quite like I imagined it.
But fuck it. From now on this blog will be all singing, all dancing, all swearing, all sticking my tongue out and making stupid faces because that’s what I spend significant amounts of my time doing, and you guys deserve some truth. Some real-life.
I’ll still be writing about the places, people, and outfits that I love but in a less #liveauthentic way and a more just really actually real fucking life authentic way.
So yeah – here are some pictures of me loving life because I’m literally wearing a duvet, and it’s so flipping warm and it makes me so happy.
Hope that’s ok with you all.
Jacket – Sessun / Top – Brandy Melville / Skirt – Zara (similar here) / Boots – River Island