DON'T BE AFFRAID TO UNFOLLOW

October 10, 2017


Approximately two days ago I wrote this tweet (try to ignore my low battery, I did place it on charge after this don't worry). It ended up being a thought that a lot of other people agreed with, which actually shocked me. The reason I wrote this tweet was because of some activity on my time line that same day. This particular activity was actually someone saying how rude and unsupportive they thought it was that a woman they followed, had unfollowed them on all of their socials. This tweet said person wrote got a lot of people replying, saying they agreed it was rude and totally uncalled for. Sorry? It’s not OK to unfollow someone? This really didn’t sit right to me.

Life’s all about change, it changes more often than we think. So what’s wrong with us wanting to change what we see on our feeds? It almost comes hand in hand with our every day life. I started to ponder about this and think of ways I could describe why this is OK. So, here’s what I thought of... Think of it as a trend, let’s use gingham as an example here. Gingham has been around for a while and has become something I’ve fallen out of love with, I don’t enjoy still seeing it in the shops or on the runway, I’m over it. Here's another example, remember when your mother got wind that you like that dinner she cooked up that one time, so she constantly made it until you couldn't stand it anymore (we’d still eat it though because food is food, am I right?). Stupid examples aside, we don’t always enjoy the things we did previously.

I’ve followed YouTubers in the past that I absolutely adored, but then I got bored of their content (especially those who started click-baiting) so I unsubscribed with no guilt at all. I’ve even gone too and from creators, enjoying them one month and going off them the next. I’m sure influencers know this is the pattern of their followers. I mean, how many people who watched Zoella six years ago, still watch her today? I grew out of her content because it’s aimed to a younger audience, and I’ve grown up. I still enjoy the idea of her as a person because she does seem like a total cutie, but that’s besides the point, I won’t sit and watch her vlogs every week because it just doesn’t appeal to me anymore.

People’s style changes too, we are in a world where new trends and brands appear constantly, and we change along with them. If someone’s personal style evolves, who’s to say we’ll still enjoy seeing their content anymore? We change, you change, and that’s OK.





Whether blogging is a job or a hobby, I think we need to look at it as a business. I rarely follow a personal friend outside of the blogging world on Instagram or Twitter, because I feel like I don’t need to see their content. I use these platforms for my blog and getting reach of other like-minded creatives, not to know what my friends been up to, because more often than not I spoke to them thirty minutes prior anyway, but mostly because it doesn’t matter to me in a blogging/business sense.

If we followed every person we ever met outside or inside of the blogging circle, we wouldn’t be keeping true to ourselves. Let’s be real, we’re not going to like everyone we meet (and if you do you’re a far nicer individual than me) so why bother following them? I think it’s more rude to follow people we’re not even fond of, because that’s two-faced, and why on earth would you even want to see their content anyway?!

This has sparked me to do a big unfollow on twitter which felt pretty good, and it's almost made me enjoy it more as a platform. I've made it a place I now like to go and really see what the people I adore most are creating. I may come across as cruel, and not everyone will agree with my words here, but I’m being real and so should you. It is OK to use that unfollow button if and when we please. It’s your life and your time line and we have the luxury of choosing what we see.

Of course there is always the mute button, which might seem less harsh. But wouldn't it be really awkward if you get asked wether you've seen their latest tweet?! I couldn't handle that, I'd rather the grown swallow me whole. It's an option though, and if this suits you better than I say go for it, but hopfully whoever it may be would understand. Let's face it, I'm sure you wouldn't be unfollowing people who you do conversate with all the time anyway, right? 

Whatever the case may be, we as bloggers don’t have a oath to fulfil, it’s not our rite of passage to support everyone we find on the internet. Remember - life is forever changing, and so is our time lines.
October 10, 2017
Approximately two days ago I wrote this tweet (try to ignore my low battery, I did place it on charge after this don't worry). It ended up being a thought that a lot of other people agreed with, which actually shocked me. The reason I wrote this tweet was because of some activity on my time line that same day. This particular activity was actually someone saying how rude and unsupportive they thought it was that a woman they followed, h…

Approximately two days ago I wrote this tweet (try to ignore my low battery, I did place it on charge after this don't worry). It ended up being a thought that a lot of other people agreed with, which actually shocked me. The reason I wrote this tweet was because of some activity on my time line that same day. This particular activity was actually someone saying how rude and unsupportive they thought it was that a woman they followed, had unfollowed them on all of their socials. This tweet said person wrote got a lot of people replying, saying they agreed it was rude and totally uncalled for. Sorry? It’s not OK to unfollow someone? This really didn’t sit right to me.

Life’s all about change, it changes more often than we think. So what’s wrong with us wanting to change what we see on our feeds? It almost comes hand in hand with our every day life. I started to ponder about this and think of ways I could describe why this is OK. So, here’s what I thought of... Think of it as a trend, let’s use gingham as an example here. Gingham has been around for a while and has become something I’ve fallen out of love with, I don’t enjoy still seeing it in the shops or on the runway, I’m over it. Here's another example, remember when your mother got wind that you like that dinner she cooked up that one time, so she constantly made it until you couldn't stand it anymore (we’d still eat it though because food is food, am I right?). Stupid examples aside, we don’t always enjoy the things we did previously.

I’ve followed YouTubers in the past that I absolutely adored, but then I got bored of their content (especially those who started click-baiting) so I unsubscribed with no guilt at all. I’ve even gone too and from creators, enjoying them one month and going off them the next. I’m sure influencers know this is the pattern of their followers. I mean, how many people who watched Zoella six years ago, still watch her today? I grew out of her content because it’s aimed to a younger audience, and I’ve grown up. I still enjoy the idea of her as a person because she does seem like a total cutie, but that’s besides the point, I won’t sit and watch her vlogs every week because it just doesn’t appeal to me anymore.

People’s style changes too, we are in a world where new trends and brands appear constantly, and we change along with them. If someone’s personal style evolves, who’s to say we’ll still enjoy seeing their content anymore? We change, you change, and that’s OK.





Whether blogging is a job or a hobby, I think we need to look at it as a business. I rarely follow a personal friend outside of the blogging world on Instagram or Twitter, because I feel like I don’t need to see their content. I use these platforms for my blog and getting reach of other like-minded creatives, not to know what my friends been up to, because more often than not I spoke to them thirty minutes prior anyway, but mostly because it doesn’t matter to me in a blogging/business sense.

If we followed every person we ever met outside or inside of the blogging circle, we wouldn’t be keeping true to ourselves. Let’s be real, we’re not going to like everyone we meet (and if you do you’re a far nicer individual than me) so why bother following them? I think it’s more rude to follow people we’re not even fond of, because that’s two-faced, and why on earth would you even want to see their content anyway?!

This has sparked me to do a big unfollow on twitter which felt pretty good, and it's almost made me enjoy it more as a platform. I've made it a place I now like to go and really see what the people I adore most are creating. I may come across as cruel, and not everyone will agree with my words here, but I’m being real and so should you. It is OK to use that unfollow button if and when we please. It’s your life and your time line and we have the luxury of choosing what we see.

Of course there is always the mute button, which might seem less harsh. But wouldn't it be really awkward if you get asked wether you've seen their latest tweet?! I couldn't handle that, I'd rather the grown swallow me whole. It's an option though, and if this suits you better than I say go for it, but hopfully whoever it may be would understand. Let's face it, I'm sure you wouldn't be unfollowing people who you do conversate with all the time anyway, right? 

Whatever the case may be, we as bloggers don’t have a oath to fulfil, it’s not our rite of passage to support everyone we find on the internet. Remember - life is forever changing, and so is our time lines.

HARRY, THIS ONES ABOUT YOU

September 28, 2017


It's about time I wrote a post about my best friend, Harry Morris, who just so happens to be my boyfriend - shock! Harry tells me he reads my blogs, but I'm not sure I believe him. He does have a very bad memory, so maybe when I ask him what I wrote about he genuinely does just forget. But this post isn't about your flaws, it's about your strengths, and the courage you have given me these past ten months we've spent together. So Harry, this ones for you...

H, 

As a person, you have made me better. You have made me want to achieve so much in life and become the person I've always strived to be. I feel inspired by you every single day, you really do give me a reason to get up in the morning. Neither or us are that into romance, we both struggle to get our words out most of the time, which makes writing this feel a little silly. But I know you wont mind, H, because all I'm really doing is showering you with compliments, and we all know that's your favourite thing.

It's not often you can find someone who embraces your passions in life. I've had friends and partners in the past that have drained me of all creativity, that they left me with zero motivation and no drive to do anything. So, finding someone that will get half naked with me on a Sunday afternoon to shoot some photographs for absolutely no reason, is pretty fucking amazing. You didn't respond with a sigh or a WTF, you simply said 'let's do it!' while unbuttoning your shirt. My heart probably skipped a beat then.

I really do love that we are the same person, we are so similar that it often freaks us out, and we have to sit back to take a moment and think about what just happened. Remember last week when we both randomly said the same sentence, or the time you bought the same hat as me? OK, so I suppose that's not the sort of similarity I mean, that was actually quite annoying. I still adore you anyway, and the fact we share the same likes and dislikes (mostly) makes life all the more better.

You have so many aspirations in life, it makes me want to curate a huge list to try and aspire towards. These past ten months we have done so much as individuals, let alone as a pair. We've made some great memories and I can't wait to make more. We are one heck of a great team, you and I, and I'm so happy to have you by my side.

Here's to another ten months of being each others Instagram husband and wife, to creating dreams and living our best life. I love you, kid.
September 28, 2017
It's about time I wrote a post about my best friend, Harry Morris , who just so happens to be my boyfriend - shock! Harry tells me he reads my blogs, but I'm not sure I believe him. He does have a very bad memory, so maybe when I ask him what I wrote about he genuinely does just forget. But this post isn't about your flaws, it's about your strengths, and the courage you have given me these past ten months we've spent together.…

It's about time I wrote a post about my best friend, Harry Morris, who just so happens to be my boyfriend - shock! Harry tells me he reads my blogs, but I'm not sure I believe him. He does have a very bad memory, so maybe when I ask him what I wrote about he genuinely does just forget. But this post isn't about your flaws, it's about your strengths, and the courage you have given me these past ten months we've spent together. So Harry, this ones for you...

H, 

As a person, you have made me better. You have made me want to achieve so much in life and become the person I've always strived to be. I feel inspired by you every single day, you really do give me a reason to get up in the morning. Neither or us are that into romance, we both struggle to get our words out most of the time, which makes writing this feel a little silly. But I know you wont mind, H, because all I'm really doing is showering you with compliments, and we all know that's your favourite thing.

It's not often you can find someone who embraces your passions in life. I've had friends and partners in the past that have drained me of all creativity, that they left me with zero motivation and no drive to do anything. So, finding someone that will get half naked with me on a Sunday afternoon to shoot some photographs for absolutely no reason, is pretty fucking amazing. You didn't respond with a sigh or a WTF, you simply said 'let's do it!' while unbuttoning your shirt. My heart probably skipped a beat then.

I really do love that we are the same person, we are so similar that it often freaks us out, and we have to sit back to take a moment and think about what just happened. Remember last week when we both randomly said the same sentence, or the time you bought the same hat as me? OK, so I suppose that's not the sort of similarity I mean, that was actually quite annoying. I still adore you anyway, and the fact we share the same likes and dislikes (mostly) makes life all the more better.

You have so many aspirations in life, it makes me want to curate a huge list to try and aspire towards. These past ten months we have done so much as individuals, let alone as a pair. We've made some great memories and I can't wait to make more. We are one heck of a great team, you and I, and I'm so happy to have you by my side.

Here's to another ten months of being each others Instagram husband and wife, to creating dreams and living our best life. I love you, kid.

AN ODD KIND OF SORRY

September 24, 2017


I wanted to write about something that's been brewing in my brain for a while now, sort of an apology. I warn you in advance, this is a very strange apology letter, but it's one that needs to be written. So, to all the colours in the world, I AM SORRY. I am sorry for so many reasons, in fact, I'd like to list a few of my reasons below...

I'M SORRY FOR
  • All the times I bad-mouthed you
  • The things I said when I was shopping
  • That time when I didn't think any of you suited me
  • Not giving you a go
  • Being stubborn and not trying new things

But mostly, I'm sorry it's taken me so fucking long to appreciate you. My Grandad always told me I look beautiful when I wear something bright and cheery, but being a moody teenager I always shrugged it off and huffed at anyone telling me how to dress. I'll still tell you to do one if you come at me with your opinions on what I wear, but I hold my hands up and admit I've been wrong all along about this one.

I feel like when I turned 23, I turned a chapter in my life. Birthdays never really effect me, or changed the way I felt. People always ask, 'how does it feel to be one year older?', I usually reply with an eye roll and a stern 'I HAVE NO FEELINGS TOWARDS IT BUT PLEASE DON'T REMIND ME!'.  Classic birthday banter... But this year I did feel a little different, I felt like I grew up and learnt to accept myself more. I find myself challenging what I do and the choices I make, with a lot of things, but mainly my personal style. It helps that we're surrounded by so many amazingly dressed women, we have bloggers coming out of our ears and for me, that's constant inspiration to help me dress myself. This years really taught me to experiment and explore a wider colour palette.


JUMPER - MISSGUIDED | JEANS - ASOS | GLASSES - DEPOP

I'll always have my monochrome dress-code in the back of my head. Growing up with influences like Kurt Cobain and Ozzy Osbourne always made me feel safe in muted colours. I always thought, 'the day Ozzy rocks up in colour will be the day I make a change', because if he did it then I would too. I always trusted these icons to help me become who I am, they were my safety blanket and made me feel at ease if I saw them wearing anything similar to myself. Thinking about that, it's quite a silly thing, being so mad for someone that you'll count on them for style tips. It reminds me of when I first discovered Patti Smith, I read three of her books in the space of a week, I become obsessed. I decided I'd buy myself a pair of suspenders from the men's section in M&S and wear a plain white shirt from there on out. Obviously that didn't last long, I soon got attached to someone else. As you can imagine, my teenage years were a confusing time trying to discover who I was. But all in all the musicians and artists that surrounded me made me stick to black, grey and white. Damn you rock and roll!


I'm still guilty to being one of those people who adores their idols, I hold my hand up and say these individuals will forever inspire me. But, I've come to accept those with more of a more out-there take on style. I've always worn clothes that aren't that basic, glitter boots and extreme patterned shirts (Bowie helped me with that one), but it's time I took colour for a ride.

My wardrobe is becoming more eclectic, in fact, I wore an outfit the other day that didn't have a single black item in it - not even a leather jacket! I certainly did pat myself on the back for this.

I hope you accept my apology, red, yellow, green and the rest! I'm slowly learning to love you.



September 24, 2017
I wanted to write about something that's been brewing in my brain for a while now, sort of an apology. I warn you in advance, this is a very strange apology letter, but it's one that needs to be written. So, to all the colours in the world, I AM SORRY . I am sorry for so many reasons, in fact, I'd like to list a few of my reasons below... I'M SORRY FOR All the times I bad-mouthed you The things I said when I was shopping That time w…

I wanted to write about something that's been brewing in my brain for a while now, sort of an apology. I warn you in advance, this is a very strange apology letter, but it's one that needs to be written. So, to all the colours in the world, I AM SORRY. I am sorry for so many reasons, in fact, I'd like to list a few of my reasons below...

I'M SORRY FOR
  • All the times I bad-mouthed you
  • The things I said when I was shopping
  • That time when I didn't think any of you suited me
  • Not giving you a go
  • Being stubborn and not trying new things

But mostly, I'm sorry it's taken me so fucking long to appreciate you. My Grandad always told me I look beautiful when I wear something bright and cheery, but being a moody teenager I always shrugged it off and huffed at anyone telling me how to dress. I'll still tell you to do one if you come at me with your opinions on what I wear, but I hold my hands up and admit I've been wrong all along about this one.

I feel like when I turned 23, I turned a chapter in my life. Birthdays never really effect me, or changed the way I felt. People always ask, 'how does it feel to be one year older?', I usually reply with an eye roll and a stern 'I HAVE NO FEELINGS TOWARDS IT BUT PLEASE DON'T REMIND ME!'.  Classic birthday banter... But this year I did feel a little different, I felt like I grew up and learnt to accept myself more. I find myself challenging what I do and the choices I make, with a lot of things, but mainly my personal style. It helps that we're surrounded by so many amazingly dressed women, we have bloggers coming out of our ears and for me, that's constant inspiration to help me dress myself. This years really taught me to experiment and explore a wider colour palette.


JUMPER - MISSGUIDED | JEANS - ASOS | GLASSES - DEPOP

I'll always have my monochrome dress-code in the back of my head. Growing up with influences like Kurt Cobain and Ozzy Osbourne always made me feel safe in muted colours. I always thought, 'the day Ozzy rocks up in colour will be the day I make a change', because if he did it then I would too. I always trusted these icons to help me become who I am, they were my safety blanket and made me feel at ease if I saw them wearing anything similar to myself. Thinking about that, it's quite a silly thing, being so mad for someone that you'll count on them for style tips. It reminds me of when I first discovered Patti Smith, I read three of her books in the space of a week, I become obsessed. I decided I'd buy myself a pair of suspenders from the men's section in M&S and wear a plain white shirt from there on out. Obviously that didn't last long, I soon got attached to someone else. As you can imagine, my teenage years were a confusing time trying to discover who I was. But all in all the musicians and artists that surrounded me made me stick to black, grey and white. Damn you rock and roll!


I'm still guilty to being one of those people who adores their idols, I hold my hand up and say these individuals will forever inspire me. But, I've come to accept those with more of a more out-there take on style. I've always worn clothes that aren't that basic, glitter boots and extreme patterned shirts (Bowie helped me with that one), but it's time I took colour for a ride.

My wardrobe is becoming more eclectic, in fact, I wore an outfit the other day that didn't have a single black item in it - not even a leather jacket! I certainly did pat myself on the back for this.

I hope you accept my apology, red, yellow, green and the rest! I'm slowly learning to love you.