(yet another) two years later

Well then, 'FUSHUN BLUG' lasted a relatively successful two posts (averaging at about one a year), I absolutely cocked up my a-levels and amidst the chaos, somehow found my feet and moved to London. Of course, I had the terrifying revelation that I'm not 16 anymore and instead, am doing an actual real degree. Alongside this, I have to do a weekly food shop, pay rent and attempt to not become a massive London twat. The last aim has been rendered rather obsolete though, as I'm already comfortable with paying £3 for a latte and judge any establishment that doesn't have a dairy free, gluten free, fun free option.
So here we are, slightly less fresh than I was a few years ago but always drawn back to the blog-o-sphere. The humble realms of blogspot, a place I considered turning my back on having read far too many amateur 'self help mental health' blogs. I've been nervous to come back and write because as much as I regularly scribble and prepare pieces, I know they'll never be read and therefore, my crippling fear of failure doesn't get meddled with. Alas here I am, metaphorically whipping my pants off and letting them run away with the wind. Not the first time such events have happened, I can assure you.

What next? I'm simply not going to implore any sort of fashion advice as my style has only tumbled into that of a Parisian boy. Parisian almost sounds too romantic for a wardrobe that consists solely of polo necks and ill fitting jeans but my god, under no circumstances can this blog become an outlet for my self depreciation and the hangover of my teenage angst. As it stands, my plan is to try and write a post a day in order to see where it takes me and what I can come up with. As disappointing as it is, writing only gets done when one sits down to write, so I've got to stay somewhat motivated and actually produce something.
Onwards and upwards then my dear friends and apologies for yet another introduction-type post... let's see how we go.

two years later



After having my soul physically sucked out of my body due to exams and other general life problemos the whole 'fashion blogging' thing didn't seem so appealing. I've spent a strong two years wearing baggy polo necks, stan smiths and mom jeans complaining about the effort to enter the fashion world, ignorantly reading vogue hoping that the 'editor in chief' title will just be given to me at some point.
This said ignorance seems slightly ironic however, as I've lost a lot of confidence and don't seem to have the ballsy 'I don't give a fuck' attitude I held age 15. Reading the posts you see before you - as old and embarrassing as they are - did hold a certain aire of presence which I am proud of. I want to revert back to that with nobs on, trying new things, not caring what others think. Opinions are so important - the most attractive thing a human can have - and the internet is such a valuable platform to showcase them. I don't particularly care if no one wants to listen to what I have to say but at least this blog gives people the opportunity to hear.

So: quick update.
Am currently studying a-levels (english literature, maths, politics and philosophy) dreaming of a life where I'm not studying a-levels. By studying I mean failing, mostly because I spend too much time thinking about working rather than actually doing it, lusting over gorgeous girls on insta and painting my nails. In that sense not much has changed, although every Friday I tell myself I'm going to sort my life out and lose at least 10 pounds to suddenly convert into an academically successful beautiful god-like being with realistic set aspirations who is loved by all. Of course this starts off by me attempting to do just so. I shave my legs, block all the boys I've decided aren't worth my time and eat some angel cake, telling myself I'm on the right path. Yet by Sunday I'm crying in a sweatshirt with prickly legs wondering where it all went wrong. Enough is enough.

I will start writing and if you would like to read on of course please do. I can't promise it'll be overwhelmingly insightful but I dropped art and don't have a creative 'release' as such so maybe this will become a hobby. We can hope. I'm pretty sure there won't be another two year break though.

the birth of fashun blug


oh shit she's talking about fashion. abort, abort.

I love and have always loved and wanted to write about clothes, fashion and personal style, but I've never felt like I've had the 'authority' to do so. Obviously there's no licence you need to talk about clothes or fashion, I just felt like my thoughts on it all weren't valid enough to be taken seriously, however I've decided to bite the dust and just start writing. If I don't start now I'm never going to do it and it's something I've wanted to do for a long long time.

Style is an amazing thing and so individual and special and wonderful as well as being something that is not celebrated enough, which I guess is part of the reason I want to write about it. I want to tell you what I like and why, I want to show you what I'm wearing, I want to show you what other people are wearing. I want to write a blog about fashion.

I was brought up on Trinny and Susannah and the 'What Not to Wear' books. Somewhere in my house lies every single book ever written by Trinny and Susannah and I've read them all - at least 7 times. Before I could read I flicked through the pictures and once I could read I couldn't understand half of it. But I was fascinated.
In that sense I'm quite protective over the duo, however as I get older I'm becoming less fond. Yes, whilst I understand that they are simply trying to get the best out of women and essentially increase their confidence in themselves and what they wear, I cannot help but feel that we can wear whatever we want, and nothing gives anyone the right to directly tell people what they can and cannot wear.
Although they were the two people that kindled my love for clothes.

Pictured is my wardrobe, which isn't extreme or extravagant but it is my collection, filled with both new and vintage pieces (nearly) all of which I love. What I wear is never perfect and it's often bland, boring and not suitable for the occasion, but sometimes it does go right and those times are the ones I want to document. I'm trying to make it go more right more often.

So this is the birth of 'fashun blug'. I hope you like it

we didn't miss you

'where have you been?' says no one
Summer's nearly over and I'm less than a week away from going back to school. I'll be honest, I haven't really thought about it and I'm sort of in that stage of denial. Maybe if I don't bother buying any school stuff and forget about it I won't have to go.

I've neglected my blog and I don't feel bad about it. Funnily enough, angsty teen posts don't tend to be in demand so there's no pressure on my behalf to write any more than is necessary. I feel bad enough that you're having to read this.

I'm bored though and I want to write a blog about something I'm passionate about. I might just do that. I haven't decided. All I know is that I cannot have a blog where all I write about is myself. That just screams narcissistic bitch.

Maybe this is the birth of something new. I have some ideas and I really want to develop them so this is essentially me warning you about the birth. I think this is the waters breaking. I'm not sure.

update: giving my blog a name

I tried to thinking of something cool and original but it didn't work so i picked my name.
 So my blog is essentially named after me. The 'v' by the way stands for my middle name, not 'very' which is what someone told me the other day they thought it meant. Emma Very Booth kinda sounds cool, but it's literally just my name which is the complete opposite of cool I apolgise. 

the child is named, i'm in bed, have just drunk 23 litres of green tea and have only peed twice. 

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first thing

oh my god this is awful and something I told myself I'd never go back to.
hello, I'm Emma and a teenager from (just outside) London. I've had like 12 blogs over the years, starting from when I was about 11, full of angsty pathetic rambles that I've deleted out of pure embarrassment. I haven't written for a good year or so, but I've started to miss it, and find other blogs and writers really inspiring (shoutout 2 rookie n alexa chung). I think maybe before I was trying to impress people through blogging whereas now I just have this distinct lack of care about what other people think. I'm not writing for a reader but writing for myself; and because of this I have no idea what this blog will contain.

I might make it like a moodboard or something. Just of thoughts and pictures and general vibes. I haven't decided on a name yet but I'll come up with something at some point. How unspecific.
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