Hey lovelies. I've just got home from a blogging event and well, I felt rather chatty! In the past week I've been doing something that's half crazy and half Carrie Bradshaw by dictating blog posts in my mind to myself, which I used to do years ago. For example, I'd be in a shop and see something I liked and would start mentally drafting a blog post. If I ever have something amazing to tell my friends, such as a terribly funny date, I usually imagine the conversation in my mind while I'm on the train to work or putting my makeup on. I hope that doesn't sound insane but a sequence of recent events has got my blogging buzz going again. It could be a combination of loving so many bloggers and vloggers at the moment and also coming to the conclusion that, even though fame and fortune through blogging has never been my aim, I still feel the best blogs are not always the ones with fancy bells and whistles in the form of marble backgrounds and soft-focus flowers, but also the ones that showcase the ins and outs of a life of normal habits and happenings. That said, I love attending cool events and sharing items on my blog that I would never have the chance to explore otherwise, but I do reflect on the 'good old days' of blogging where it was all about a life untouched by the internet's spinning wheel.
So what is even happening in my life? Sometimes I feel quite disgusted in myself that I have the audacity to even indulge myself in a length of time typing purely about myself, but this blog was set out to be a diary rather than a platform of elegance and luxury. As the eve of nine year stint as a blogger approaches, I've found myself sitting on the side lines, not quite joining in with the others in the playground but feeling intrigued enough to watch shyly on. I love blogging because I do have that natural urge to create, share and log things, as my many lists in my Notes app would reveal, but I don't feel any natural urge to thrust myself out there and charge forward. My blog has always had a 'you come to me' attitude, which also applies to my approach to dating, as I feel if you are not here reading, you are really doing something much more important. However I understand that that is no way for anybody to stumble across my pages on the internet and have chance to like what they read. The ultimate gain from blogging is resonating with like-minded people and is not about a like from someone you don't know, but receiving interesting feedback and connecting your thoughts with others. I can't be a blogger that showcases the news of what's 'out there' though as I only have chance to offer what's right here inside my head, unless maybe this was a full time job to report on new products, trends and labels. I also can't show you an edited, unblemished version of my life as I do not make beautiful breakfasts or haul five shades of the same lipstick. But being the sponge that I am, I take a few tips from here and read a few posts over there, and soon find myself trying that smoothie recipe on a Saturday morning or arranging my favourite lipsticks into a perspex stand, just because.
So I don't know where I sit in the blogging world but arguably it wouldn't be anywhere but where I'm sitting right now. I don't have the hours available to cultivate something aesthetically stunning here, but I also do have a lot of time for Flying Saucer and want to show you the things I am trialling or loving, and get involved with the lovely blogger community. I used to release any and every thought I had onto my blog, but nowadays I wonder if it's just best kept in my head and not needed on the internet for all or no one to see. But as long as I pay my 15 dollars to Typepad every month (yes I've been doing that for nine years - you do the math, I'm an idiot), I'll happily type away here, and hopefully soon it will be a clear mirror of what my life is all about at the moment, even though that is a scary thought. I'll keep working on my photography and poses, and remain here not to force myself upon you, but in a quiet corner of the blogging world where you can find me still typing away, nine years later.