A Day in the Life of a Full Time Blogger
Remember how I was going to do a ‘Day of My Life in Pictures’ post every single month?
I have no excuse, really: I just totally forgot. And, I mean, I’m sure you were all coping just fine without the monthly reminder that my life is WAY more boring than your life, but even so, I figured it was time to do another one. Well, how ELSE will future historians know what it was like being alive in January 2016? Other than, you know, all of the many, many other ways they could find that out, obviously? Ways that DON’T involve random women taking photos of their coffee mugs and carefully documenting what they had for lunch, I mean? (Spoiler alert: I totally forgot to document what I had for lunch, and now that important piece of information is lost to the ages…)
Now, so far I’ve resisted doing one of these posts on a regular working day, purely because I like to at least PRETEND my life is interesting. But, to be totally honest, MOST days are just regular working days for me, and those ordinary days are the ones I’d most like to document here, so I’m going to stop over-explaining now, and just get on with it, if that’s OK with you? This was my Wednesday, January 20th, 2016…
I REALLY don’t want to be up right now. (Or, indeed, to be posting this photo on the internet, for that matter, but, well, blogger’s gotta blog, right?) Last night as I was getting ready for bed, I became aware of a dog barking loudly in the street behind ours. It kept on barking the whole time I was tidying up, taking my makeup off, etc, and it was still going half an hour later, when Terry came upstairs, to find me hanging out of the bedroom window in my dressing gown, shivering with cold as I tried to work out which house it was coming from.
“I have to go and get that dog!” I said. “It’s obviously been left outside, and it’ll freeze to death if I don’t go and rescue it, bring it home, and then refuse to give it back to its cruel, horrible owners!”
“I’ll go,” said Terry, who was still dressed at this point, and who obviously knew there was absolutely no chance of him getting any sleep until I’d solved this curious incident of the dog in the night.
So the poor soul put on his coat and trudged out into the frozen night, while I hung out of the window once more, and watched as he approached the house the barking was coming from. Sure enough, there was a dog standing barking at the back door, obviously wanting to be let in. Terry tried to get it to come to him, but it wouldn’t: the owner, however, presumably heard Terry shouting and whistling, and finally let the poor thing in (the dog, not Terry), so Terry was able to return home and listen to me rant for ten minutes about people who leave their pets outside in the cold to bark all night.
(Seriously, though: WHO DOES THAT?! I mean, they were in the house the whole time? One of the reasons I wanted to go and check was because I thought maybe something had happened to the owner – like, maybe he was stuck down a well or something, like in the Famous Five? – and the dog was barking to warn us all, but nope: as far as Terry and the spy at the window (that would be me) could tell, the owner was sitting inside his nice warm house while the poor dog tried its best to get his attention. I will never understand people. I will also watch that house carefully from now on, you mark my words.)
Anyway! We tend to go to bed late anyway, so it was almost 2am by the time the dog drama ended, and I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately, so I lay awake for a couple of hours after that, hence my reluctance to get out of bed this morning. I’m not going to tell you what time it was when this photo was taken, because you will judge, but one of the perks of self-employment is being able to set your own hours, so why turn a dream job into a nightmare by forcing yourself to act like you work in some corporate office when you don’t have to? Exactly.
(I’m already more than 800 words into this post, and I’m only just out of bed. I really wish I hadn’t started this now. I bet you do, too, huh?)
This was the view from the window when I got up:
Almost completely white out: the snow has turned to slush now, but it’s been foggy like this for a few days, so there’s virtually no light in the room – I had to lighten this photo in Photoshop so you can see anything. Several times today, I will go to switch on a light, only to realise it was already on, it’s just not making a lot of difference, because it basically didn’t get light AT ALL. This is why most of the photos in this post are horribly dark and blurry, and it’s best if we all just accept that fact now, before we go any further…
Once I’ve brushed my teeth etc, I get dressed in my workout gear (because I’m TOTALLY going to work out today, I promise), and head downstairs to make coffee and say hello to Terry (who got up just before me) and Rubin – who completely ignores me, because he’s eating his breakfast.
I, meanwhile, DON’T eat breakfast: it’s one of those things I occasionally try to force myself to do, because people are always telling me it’ll be good for me, but … yeah, I don’t seem to like MOST of the things that are good for me, actually. It’s a struggle.
I do, however, make myself a coffee, and take it upstairs to my desk, where I drink the coffee while replying to emails, reading comments, looking at the site stats from the day before, and planning content for the rest of the week. While doing this, I realise I still haven’t come up with a topic for my Sunday blog tips post yet, so I hop onto Twitter and ask if anyone has any questions or suggestions: no one answers, but a few people instantly unfollow me, which makes me feel awesome. This is why my usual Twitter “strategy” (and I use that word in its loosest possible sense) is simply, “try not to draw too much attention to myself…”
I WOULD have gone for that run at this point, but it’s still super-foggy outside, and… you all know I was never going to go for that run, don’t you? Instead, I spend the next couple of hours working on posts for my other two blogs, and drinking yet more coffee. I will represent those two hours with this not-at-all staged photo of my desk:
I don’t really mention my other blogs a lot here, mostly because I tend to think of this site as my “main” blog, but they do take up a chunk of each working day, and before I know it, the window of workout opportunity has closed, and it’s time to hit the shower. Actually, it’s way PAST time to hit the shower, but I’m feeling kinda strung-out and death-warmed-up-y (FORESHADOWING), so I procrastinate with a bit of Bloglovin’/Instagram/other random website surfing before heading upstairs to shower and put my face on:
I feel like I normally wear a lot more makeup than this (and God knows, it took a LOT of concealer to hide the bags under my eyes today, because MAN, I’m looking rough…), but this is what I photographed, so let’s just go with it. For those of you who care, I used Rimmel Perfect Match Foundation in Light Porcelain, Bobbi Brown Creamy Concealer in ‘Porcelain’ (lots of it), the first three colours from my Urban Decay Naked 3 palette, Rimmel Professional Eyebrow Pencil in ‘Hazel’, Bourjois Liner Stylo Eyeliner in brown, and MAC lipstick in ‘Lady Bug’ . Oh! And mascara! I knew I’d forgotten something! I totally forgot to include it in the photo, but luckily I DIDN’T forget to actually use it – it’s Maybelline Illegal Length Waterproof Mascara in black. I STILL feel like I must have used more than that, but apparently not. Shows what I know, huh?
The plan for the afternoon is to take various photos for upcoming posts, including a review of my Babyliss Root Boost, which will involve taking some ‘before’ and ‘after’ shots, plus close-ups of the product itself. Here’s what you DON’T see in those review posts I do:
There’s a second light box too, which didn’t make it into this shot. The lights are honestly a bit of a PITA to have around the house, because, as you can see, they’re super-bulky (this is why I didn’t use them for the rest of the photos in this post – I just couldn’t be bothered dragging them from room to room all day!). As you can possibly ALSO see, though, although it’s only around 2pm at this point, it’s almost completely dark outside due to the fog, so this is the only way I can get even semi-decent photos at this time of year.
I get everything set up, and take some photos for another upcoming post (I try to take photos in batches as often as possible, so I’ll set aside one afternoon a week, say, and take as many as I can), before moving onto the ones for the review. I take the ‘before’ photos of my hair, plus the close-ups of the product I’m reviewing… and it’s only when I go to actually USE the thing, that I realise it isn’t working. Dammit. I try switching to a different electrical socket, and I also try pushing down the ‘power’ switch really, REALLY hard (because that’ll work, right?) but nope; that Root Boost is dead. GAH. This really shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise to me, because I’ve had the thing for YEARS (It was actually my Babyliss Big Hair review last week that made me realise I had other electrical equipment I hadn’t shared with the internet yet…) , but it IS a bit of a blow, because I was depending on it for the next day’s blog post, and now I need to come up with something else, instead. (I normally work further ahead than that, but this month has been stress central, so the best laid plans, and all that…)
Now, obviously logic dictates that no one will even notice if I skip a blog post one day, but because I like to put unnecessary pressure on myself, I panic a bit anyway, before remembering that someone asked me to do a tutorial about how I use my heated rollers (yes, really), and deciding to do THAT post instead. Unfortunately I only get as far as putting the rollers in my hair before I realise I’m going to have to take them right back out again, because we’re going to Terry’s mum’s for dinner, and I should really be ready by now. So after all that faffing around with lights, cameras and, well, not a whole lot of action, all I end up with is some very limp waves, and crucially, no blog post for the next day. Oh noes!
There’s no time to think about that, though, so I quickly start packing away all my equipment, and whaddya know: when I go to pick up the Root Boost, the stupid thing has randomly started working again! It’s not much use to me now, though, because by this point I’ve Googled it and discovered they don’t even MAKE it any more, so this was basically a TERRIBLE plan, right from the start. Pro tip, people: before starting to shoot photos for a review, it’s a good idea to check that a) the product actually works and b) is still available. Like, a REALLY good idea. Also, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME TODAY?!
Anyway, I throw the Root Boost into a drawer in disgust, and head to the dressing room to take a quick photo of my outfit:
(Oh yeah, I got dressed at some point: did I not mention that?)
And then we’re in the car and on our way…
The weather is charming, as you can see. This was around 4:30, but it felt like the middle of the night, and it’s felt like that for WEEKS now, seriously. We make it safely to Terry’s mum’s house, though, where we meet up with the rest of the family…. and it’s around about this point that things start to go wrong.
First, the battery on my phone dies, which means no more ‘Day of My Life in Pictures’: whoops!
Next, I go blind. Well, OK, not blind, exactly, but I DO get a migraine, complete with flashing lights, wavy lines etc. This at least explains why I’ve been feeling so crappy all day, and also why I couldn’t get out of bed this morning. It also explains why I’ve been so… off my game, let’s say. (Honestly, it doesn’t really, but let’s just pretend there’s a reasonable explanation for the whole ‘Root Boost’ fiasco, yes?) Thankfully my vision has returned to normal by the time we head home, and the headache isn’t too bad, which is a good thing, because I still have several more hours of work to do, including writing this post, which has now been pushed into the empty slot left by the Root Boost. That’s the last time I’ll mention the Root Boost now, I promise. I don’t, however, take any more photos, but I suspect most of you probably stopped reading at around the 1,000 word mark anyway, so it’s no great loss.
Coincidentally, my very first ‘Day of My Life in Pictures’ post ALSO ended prematurely due to the arrival of a migraine, so it seems I’ve discovered the world’s strangest and most random migraine trigger. Is there a medical journal I should be reporting this too, I wonder? Or should I just take it as a sign not to risk another one?