Remember a few weeks ago, when I wondered where all of the daily outfit bloggers had gone?
Well, it turns out they’re all over on Instagram, just like you told me in the comments of that post. Honestly, I’ve never enjoyed Instagram quite so much as I have since I made this discovery. I followed a bunch of new people, most of them posting daily photos of their outfits, just like fashion bloggers used to do, back in the good ol’ days… and then I quickly settled into a daily routine of scrolling through my Instagram feed and thinking, “Wow, why am I not more like THESE people?”
I mean, I kind of hate myself for admitting that, if I’m honest. I’ve never really been keen on those blog posts where people talk about how Instagram makes them feel bad about themselves, as if everyone on Instagram has some kind of moral duty to make themselves slightly less fabulous, just so the rest of us don’t have to compare ourselves too harshly to them. Because that’s nuts, right? Comparison is the thief of joy, and all that, but we still do it, don’t we? And lately I’ve been doing quite a lot of it: and one of the things I’ve been wondering is: where the hell is my tribe?
I hear a lot about tribes on the internet, you see. Apparently it’s really important for bloggers to identify our tribe, and then carefully tailor our content to fit it. But what if you don’t HAVE a tribe, though? I don’t. And I actually don’t think I ever HAVE, really. I mean, as I scroll through my Instagram feed, there’s a real mix of people and styles in there. There’s the retro/pin-up tribe – who I don’t really fit in with, because they’re mostly into the head-to-toe vintage look, and I never have been. There’s the young, trendy tribe – who I don’t fit in with, because I’m neither young nor trendy. There’s the 30/40+ crowd – and I don’t feel like I fit in with them either, although I know I should, because they’re all so grown-up and sophisticated somehow, and I just took a photo of my husband trying to see how many Oreos he could fit into his mouth.
(Six, just in case you were wondering. That’s six double-stuffed Oreos, though: none of that single-stuffed nonsense for us…)
So, where is my tribe? I want to have a tribe, dammit, but I don’t really know what it would be, even if I did. Retro dressers who hardly ever dress “retro” these days? People who aspire to be “classic”, but whose hair always gets messed up by the wind? Women who are technically “grown ups”, but secretly still 15 years old in their own heads? I don’t know. But if you have a tribe I can join, please tell me about it: I kind of feel like I need one…[separator type=”thin”]
New Look jacket (similar)
H&M sweater (H&M jeans)