If you follow me on social media (probably not), you may be aware – unless you live under a rock, or my posts have fallen victim to the BLOODY INSTAGRAM ALGORITHM – that I’ve moved house. Finally. FINALLY, I’m free from living in the middle of nowhere, up four flights of stairs, with neighbours who stink out the communal areas with their questionable body odour. (Sorry, Number 15.)
If you know me well – or, let’s be real, just at all – you’ll know that I’m a big fan of food. Food in general. All food. But especially nice food, in pretty restaurants; so when I was invited for dinner at Worsley Park Marriott Hotel & Country Club, I was 100% going to attend.
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For the past week or so, I’ve had a bit of an impromptu social media hiatus. It’s been totally by accident; to be totally honest, I just didn’t have any sassy pictures to post, so Instagram kind of took a back seat – and Twitter followed suit.
A week without being glued to VSCO and SnapSeed has been, admittedly, kind of refreshing – but, on the other hand, it’s made me realise quite how obsessed I am with the whole blogger lifestyle thaaaaang. Over the past few days, I’ve taken a look at my social media habits a little more retrospectively, and, in truth? I’m not all that comfortable with what I’ve noticed. It’s made me think: is blogging – and the associated social media addiction that naturally comes with it – ruining my relationships?
boots: missguided | jacket: river island | watch: burberry | bracelet: hermes
At the moment, I’d probably describe my life as organised chaos – which, realistically, is a polite and diplomatic way of saying it’s all gone a bit mental in the last few months. Comparing my life four weeks ago to how it is today is crazy – so much has changed in such a short space of time, and in the interest of oversharing on the internet, I thought I’d tell you all about it. Lucky you…
Well, there’s a sad and depressing title if I’ve ever seen one – how much of a loser am I?
In all seriousness: I’m a solo blogger. I don’t have a photographer, or an Instagram pod, or even an Instagram husband (genuinely think my boyfriend would dump me if I got him to take my #ootd shots – seriously, how do I win him over?); I just do it on my Jack Jones, how and when I can. Over the last few years of going solo, I’ve learnt some tips and tricks (I’m saying that in its loosest sense – no splitting the atom here, kids) which help me take okay-ish blog photography all by myself – so if you need some inspo, read on…