I look at my squares over on Instagram , and I look , scroll and admire alot of other peoples. Its hard to not compare & to think everybody else’s lives look way more exciting than mine .
Still after all these years [ 7 if you are asking ] I’ve not yet hit the 15k mark. Over 3,000 random squares with no specific theme. I like to think I’m relatable, though I’m not so sure how many 48 [ almost 49 ] year old women prance around their gardens and stand posing like a plonker against a white wall. I share my arty product shots that I arrange on my coffee table in front of the TV because I like to think I work for a magazine. I sing in my car on stories, because I sing constantly in my car in ‘real’ life.
It’s very samey, very normal everyday life with a little bit of magic [London fashion week, M.A.C launch parties, and meeting celebrity chefs.] thrown in every now and again.