It’s time to ‘fess up, folks.
I mean, blogging is one of my favourite things in the world, and there are days when I still have to pinch myself when I remember that I actually get to do this for a living. There’s no denying, though, that, as careers – or even hobbies – go, it can be a pretty weird one to have sometimes, so here are just a few of my shameful blogging confessions: and if you’re a blogger, I encourage you to ‘fess up to some of your own dirty little secrets in the comments section – if only to make me feel a little less alone…
When I’m taking ‘hand’ shots for Instagram, I sometimes only paint the nails on one hand – or even one finger, if that’s all that’s going to be in shot – rather than having to do a full manicure, just to grab a “quick” Insta photo.
(I also got nail polish on my white sheets while taking this one: whoops!)
I once applied fake tan to just my feet and ankles, because I didn’t have time to do my full legs, and those were the only bits that were going to be exposed in the outfit photos anyway. I looked like I was wearing brown ankle socks for the rest of the week.
(And I didn’t even use the resulting photos!)
I have a “special” lipstick that I never, ever use, because it has to remain in perfect condition for blog photos.
Well, a little worn-down nub of colour isn’t exactly Instagrammable, is it?
I sometimes have to wear flats to get to a photo location, and then change into my “real” shoes once I get there.
So many shots have been ruined by the presence of a pair of beat-up old flats in the foreground, I can’t even tell you. Thank God for Photoshop, hey?
I bought the magazine pictured in this post purely so I could use it as a blog prop.
Actually, I don’t even particularly LIKE fashion magazines: give me a good a blog, any day. But also give me the magazine, because it makes a hella useful backdrop, thx.
Once when we were taking outfit photos, someone called the police and reported my husband for “stalking” me.
Because I smile and pose for ALL my stalkers, sure.
Speaking of stalkers, I actually DO/did have someone I consider to be a “blog stalker”, although it wasn’t my husband – it was another blogger who started copying everything I did, right down to dying her hair red and copying and pasting my social media bios (and occasionally chunks of my blog posts). Awkward.
(Er, that’s not actually MY shameful confession, is it?)
Back to the outfit post stories, though! Another time, we were taking photos on what we thought was a public footpath, when a very angry man emerged from a nearby house and started yelling at us to gerrof his (neighbour’s) land. It turned out that what we’d thought we’d thought was the entrance to a park was actually the driveway of a very large house: we apologised profusely, but he kept on yelling, and we ended up running back to the car, desperately hoping he didn’t have a shotgun…
(Yes, I was mortified. Mortified.)
The coffee is often way too cold to drink by the time I’ve stopped taking photos of it.
The one in this photo is actually decaf tea. I HATE tea. In my defence, I have been trying to drink it lately, but it’s a poor substitute for coffee really, isn’t it?
I can never seem to come up with a nice round number for a list post, so please feel free to fill in some confessions of your own here. I promise not to judge…