This is why I blog

Ten of My Favourite Blog Posts from 2015

Sometimes the posts that are the most fun for me to write aren’t the ones that get tons of comments, or likes or shares.

They’re rarely the posts that do well on Pinterest, and they’re not the kind of thing people search Google for, either, so even if they do get a good response from my readers, all too often they end up buried in the archive, lost and forgotten, like an old wooden toy that… let’s not start THAT again, huh?

The thing is, though, they may be mostly forgotten, but I still enjoyed writing them, and as it’s the last day of the year, and no one’s likely to ever read this, today I thought I’d indulge myself by taking a look back at some of my personal favourites. So here they are!

Truth About Blogging for Money

The Truth About Blogging for Money

This is the longest post I’ve ever written, and I almost didn’t publish it for that reason. We’re constantly hearing that people of the internet have the attention spans of goldfish, and won’t read more than 300 words before getting bored and hitting up Instagram for the 25th time that hour, but the good people of the internet proved that one wrong in this case: in addition to being the longest post on the site, it’s also one of the most commented. I am so proud to have readers who can, you know, read.  And who like to read. And who don’t need to have things dumbed-down and presented in little 140-character chunks in order to be able to digest them. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

If I'd had a blog when I was 14 years old

If I’d had a blog when I was 14 years old

Most of the time, looking through my old diaries just makes me cringe, and want to slap my younger self. This time though, I DID cringe, and I DID want to slap myself, but the memory of closely I used to resemble 90s hip-hop star Neneh Cherry also gave a good laugh, so I guess it could’ve been worse. Sing it with me, people: “I like to hang in a buffalo stance…”

I don't think I like Facebook any more

I Don’t Think I Like Facebook Any More

I actually stopped using Facebook not long after writing this. I still have an account there (I have to have one, in order to maintain my blog pages), and I look at it occasionally to see what people are up to, (or to make plans with friends) but I no longer update it myself: I don’t really see the point, when people are too busy sharing “memories” or constantly posting links to “hilarious” Buzzfeed articles which tell me I’ll “NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!” On a deeper level, I started to really resent the way people behave on Facebook. I feel like a lot of people there are so focused on trying to be funny, or sarcastic, or whatever, that they no longer engage with each other in a meaningful way. I got really tired of posting a photo of something I’d done, and just getting sarcastic or smart-ass responses that I finally gave up altogether. Buh-bye, Facebook!

how to make me uncomfortable

How to Make Me Uncomfortable

There are lots and lots of ways to make me feel uncomfortable: these are just a few of them. (I probably shouldn’t have posted this in retrospect: it’s just extra ammunition for my enemies, isn’t it?)

me at 17

Is it because I lied when I was 17?

As much as I hate the ageing process, I can’t tell you how happy I am that I never have to be 17 again, seriously…

This is why I blog

This is why I blog

This post is actually not so much about blogging as it is about me being, like, totally misunderstood and stuff. I also talk a lot about The Famous Five, so there’s that.

shoe collection

Things that tell me I am not a real grown up

This post made me feel heaps better to know I’m not the only one out there who resolutely refuses to grow up.


Don’t assume I’m stupid, just because I like shoes

The idea for this post came from a conversation Terry and I had with someone in which exam results/education came up, and the person in question was absolutely astonished to find out how well I’d done in high school/university. They’re not the only person to have had that reaction (Which is possibly a sign that I just come across as really, really stupid, now I come to think of it?), and there seems to be a general perception that people who are interested in fashion, or beauty or whatever, can’t possibly be interested in anything else, and must be pretty vapid, really. So this post goes out to all of the people who think they HAVE to mention shoes every time they see me, or I won’t be able to keep up with the conversation. Wait: did someone say “shoes”?

stupid things I thought when I was young

Stupid things I thought when I was young

Having just spent a whole lot of time trying to assure you all that I’m not quite as stupid as you might think I am, this post will make you reconsider that one…


Let’s stop pretending the internet isn’t real life

Finally, another photo of shoes (Hey, why DO people assume I’m completely obsessed with shoes, I wonder?!), and another rant: this time about online bullying, and the victim-blaming mentality that a lot of people seem to adopt as soon as they get online. So a nice, light read to end the year with, then!

  • I missed a few of these the first time around so I’m going to catch up with them now. Especially excited for the 17 year old one!
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