IFBU’s interview with me made me think long and hard about the future of this blog, the highs and lows of Style Bubble in the past two years (yes it has been that long!) and my recent feelings on the blog. I won’t lie and say that things haven’t evolved or that I’m still a total fashion outsider musing about fashion. As yet, my dabbling and dealings with fashion hasn’t resulted in a firm path but as I’m still unsure myself as to what it is I want to do, I guess the dabbling and experimenting will continue.
I’ll be honest and say that recently, the blog has been causing me more stress than pleasure; trying to fit it into my own personal life and juggle the million other things with it has all been just a touch too precarious and the fact that tears were shed . On top of that, the constant presence of negative comments, hate emails and an odd blog stalker who likes to comment on my weight gain/loss does sometimes make me want to go into my Typepad settings and just delete the weblog in a temporary state of madness. It’s odd how extremities seem to find their way to this blog. When it’s good, it’s press mentions, invitations, meeting designers I love, making fantastic friends through the course of the blog. When it’s bad, it’s late nights, blotchy face tears, prodding myself in the mirror asking whether I have indeed gained weight, trying my best to ignore emails that border on being psychotic. I’ve never been into ‘middle-of-the-road’ though and my own personal trait of feeling things too much probably has a great deal to do with all of this.
Before this gets a little too much of a ‘Oh no, here comes a Susie drama queen special...’ and before you start to think ‘Pull yourself together you deranged person!’, the happy muddled conclusion out of all the reflections of the past two years, is that I just have to remember why the hell it is I started this blog. For the excitement of downloading images I’ve taken of an exhibition or my new buys and uploading them onto the blog. For the feeling of ‘ Yay!’ when an exciting designer collaboration has happened and expressing that ‘Yay’ on the blog. For the sense of ‘Ooh that looks so lovely all laid out like that’ when I have screen capped a favourite designer’s website and posted it all up. For sharing what I’ve been playing around with at home with my wardrobe because without the blog, I would have done all of that anyway, with a heavy emphasis on the word ‘play’, denoting progress, imperfection and a touch of silliness.
Style Sauvage/Snatcher who I like to read whilst consuming a thick gooey mocha drink because her posts are equally rich and also take a while to fully digest, very kindly send me a dress that she no longer needed/wore; a black velvet, fringed with crochet detail affair. Hopefully she won’t mind that I reveal that she has sent me the most wonderfully encouraging emails and so I take this opportunity to take her dress and have fun with it in the way that I had always intended to do with fashion in general and to remember those pre-Style Bubble days when I wasn’t as bogged down with ‘fash blog politics’. It will be something else tomorrow, but today feels a whole lot better with a ton of fringing, frou frou night gowns, Basso & Brooke leggings and DIY black and gold trenches.
