Thank you so much anon. I’m flattered x
It’s a pink sort of day #missi
#ootd - pink double hairflowers, pink belt and lilac petticoat from #youronestoppinupshop , Gabrielle dress by #hellbunny , shoes by #rubishoes #missi
Most I get from work ( youronestoppinupshop ) , I wear brands like hell bunny, pinup girl clothing , Bettie page clothing, Collectif and rock steady :)
Just how overwhelming this blog is sometimes. I don’t feel like anything special. I just feel like an ordinary girl who keeps a blog about her life. I never anticipated it would be so popular. I never expected to get the following I have. I still am not sure how to act when people spot me out and about. It’s also hard for me to begin to comprehend that I could impact people’s lives so positively by keeping a blog. The support I receive here far outshines the hate and I am inspired by the things I read of my dash every single day. This is more than I ever expected or could have asked for and although it still sometimes feels epically bizarre, I am grateful to have been able to experience what I have here with you all
Sure I can. I have over 19,000 of them. People unfollow me all the time just like I occasional unfollow blogs myself. Doesn’t worry me
If you can take the time to ask the question , why not take the time to do a quick scan? The post was on the front page. Not trying to be rude, just highlighting that it had already been addressed today. Bye anyway
How people can actually question why working out and eating right and other fitblr like activities took a back seat for me in 2013.
I mean seriously. Supporting someone through cancer emotionally, physically and financially is not only draining but a full time gig. It was a time in my life where my wants and needs had to be second because there was something a billon times more important than the god damn scale.
Clearly didn’t see my post from today about the new year. It very clearly answers this
I can take care of myself
So I’ve been trialling a new office space closer to the shop to reduce my travel time and my fuel. So far I’m loving it. I’ve made a habit of stopping at this one petrol station on the way home to fuel up. It means I can just get in the car and go in the morning. On average they see me 3 times a week. There’s always two different attendants, both really nice young Indian men. It’s prepay so I pay first and then put the fuel in. With one particular attendant the bowser always seems to go over by some tiny amount, but I’m always back up at the window to give him the extra 5, 10 or 15 cents anyway. The other one always waved goodbye.
Tonight I walked up to the window and asked for $20 fuel. It was the waver . He asked what my name was. I told him. He asked me where I live. I gave him the rough area. He then proceeded to tell me that I was very beautiful. Getting all flustered I went back to my car to put my fuel in. I waved goodbye before I got in the car. As I drove past the window he made a telephone out of his hand and winked at me. I waved again and drove out. I literally have no stopped giggling since. Maybe I’m not as unappealing as I feel
*sigh* http://curvecreation.tumblr.com/tagged/vlog watch end of an era