Would you believe it if I told you that this blog was seven years old? I swear it feels like I was celebrating six years just yesterday, but here we are. I never imagined, all those years ago, that setting up this blog from the comfort of my teenage bedroom would lead to this. By this, I mean a hobby that I’ve actually managed to stick to for a long period of time, that isn’t playing The Sims. A place where I spill my thoughts and feelings out on to a page for the world to see, on a regular basis. Something that has brought new friends and experiences into my life, and cemented my passions for writing, photography and all things digital. This little spot, where I ramble and rave about the things I love, has changed my life in ways I never could have dreamed of back when I was 15.
So that’s why, in celebration of seven years, I’m actually posting two outfits in one week. A very rare occurrence these days, but when I said that I wanted them to be a more regular feature again, I meant it. It helps that I’ve also rediscovered my online shopping addiction, meaning there have been a fair few new additions to my wardrobe. This top, for example, which caught my eye when browsing New Look’s new in section and instantly made its way into my basket. I’m not sure why, because it’s not really what I would expect from my typical style, but I’m kind of in love with it. It’s easy to wear, with cute floral details and a feminine frill to add a bit of interest, but the cut helps hide my eternal food baby and it also looks banging with a pair of classic black jeans. Basically, it ticks all my boxes, although it does crease like a bitch.
In a change from the norm, I’m not wearing my standard jewellery uniform of my four-leaf clover necklace and Pandora bracelet, and it’s all because of Lovisa. Lovisa opened in Buchanan Galleries a few weeks back and I can’t walk past it without paying a visit. Not only do they have those earrings (that everyone and their gran has) in a whole rainbow of colours, they also have a gorgeous mix of stunning statement pieces, daintier styles and plenty of rose gold – exactly what I like in my jewellery. It’s a veritable treasure trove, and I’m planning a whole post about the shop next week, but I couldn’t resist pairing these bold red earrings with this top because they make me feel sassy as hell, and that’s what I’m all about these days.
I’ve spoken before about the things my blog has taught me, but a recent conversation with the lovely Jennifer of Glasgowfashiongirl reminded me just why I blog in the first place. I blog because I love it. I love sharing the things that are currently saved in my ASOS basket, or what I’ve bought from Primark. I love talking about the new restaurants I’ve discovered or the lipstick I’m wearing every day. I like to share the photos I’ve taken on holiday, how I spent my weekend and the things that make me smile. Knowing that people are reading what I have to say gives me a real thrill, even if it is just me ranting about how annoying Instagram is or the books I’ve been reading on my commute.
My blog is my life, it’s the real me and that’s how I want it to stay. I know that life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, so I talk about my health problems, I share when my mental health isn’t at it’s best and I talk about all the highs and the lows that come alongside daily life as I grow as a person. I don’t want to be some unattainable glossy magazine-esque standard, I want to be real. For a start, sharing these things is therapeutic for me, but I also know how much it helps to know that you’re not alone in life. That’s why I share it all, in the hope that someone else out there maybe reads my post and thinks “she’s just like me”.
Of course, it has its downsides. Spending as much time on social media as I do cannot be healthy, and maybe I spend more money that I justify as a reasonable expense “for the blog”. There are moments in my life where I lie awake at night worrying about if I’ve scheduled enough tweets or if people are going to like my latest post. Editing photos and videos of myself can be difficult when your self-confidence is on a wobbly ledge. I’m opening my entire life up to criticism and laying my soul bare on the internet for all to see. The people I didn’t like in school and the people I worked with years ago all know the ins and outs of my life, which is pretty weird at times. There’s the constant comparison, which I try not to indulge in, but navigating the online world as a twentysomething is hard at times. I know that I put too much pressure on myself and I’m trying to teach my brain that the world won’t end if I don’t get a blog post up one week, but at the end of the day indulging in my love for blogging makes me happy. Most of the time, at least.
At the end of the day, though, I wouldn’t change it for the world. My blog has taught me so much about myself, it’s helped me evolve into the person I am today, and for the most part, I quite like myself. It’s taught me to value myself more, it’s taught me to stand up for what I believe in, and it’s taught me that I can do anything I put my mind to. Colours and Carousels might just be a couple of words that I picked from the song I was listening to on repeat as a fifteen-year-old, but it’s turned into so much more than that. It’s become this overwhelming source of comfort and confidence, it’s provided me with incredible life-long friends and it’s taught me that it’s okay to be myself. It makes my heart flutter when people tell me they liked what I had to say, and there have been moments in the past where friends have reached out to me after reading what I wrote and told me how proud they were, which still makes me feel all squishy and emotional.
Looking back on it all now I can’t help but feel proud of how far I’ve come. Seven years is a long time, particularly as someone who rarely sticks to new hobbies, but we made it. I still find myself desperate to write and snap photos and share what’s happening in my life. The fire has not even dimmed slightly, even with all of the hiccups along the way. If there’s anything that this year has taught me, it’s that you never know what the future holds. I have no idea where I’ll be this time next year, but here’s hoping that year seven is a good one.