This weekend there was a nice little heatwave down south - sunshine, blue skies and fluffy white clouds as far as the eye could see. People all down the street were setting up their barbecues, hauling out paddling pools and laying down picnic blankets to take full advantage (we are British after all.) It was lovely.
I had plans to spend the Saturday lazing around in the sun, reading magazines, drinking cider and playing games. I also needed to take some outfit photos - I'm sure you full time jobbers know that sometimes you just can't be sure when your next little slot will be available. But, there was a little moment when I debated getting changed and wearing something else to take photos in. I'd thrown on some denim shorts, sandals and a cute new top I'd bought that week and really liked the outfit, but I still hesitated. I don't know about you, but sometimes I get a bit caught up in that whole 'blogger envy' thing that everyone mentions in hushed tones. Not in the way you might think, I'm always chuffed when girls I know are genuinely lovely do amazingly well for themselves - but more in the way you do when you're a teenager at an all girls school. She's got longer legs than me, she's got bigger boobs than me, she's not got cellulite, her hair's so much nicer than mine. It's exhausting! So for that little moment on Saturday morning, I considered changing my whole outfit rather than put one up on the blog where I might feel self conscious about how my thighs look. What madness, right?
In the end though, I decided that there wasn't much point of an outfit of the day post where I wasn't actually wearing my outfit of the day. And what do you know, I loved almost all of the pictures (and that rarely happens - usually I discard ten before I find even one I like, which drives Sean totally mad.) When you actually think about it, how amazing is it that it's possible for there to be such diversity in blogging - we can all find someone we can relate to rocking the current trends, which is something you absolutely wouldn't find flicking through the average fashion or beauty mag you've picked up off the shelves in WHSmith. That's pretty fricking fantastic y'all.