the birth of fashun blug

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.

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.