GirlAboutTown is 1 year old this month. When it started I knew it would take a new direction from my previous blog, but it’s only in the last few weeks did I realise what the difference was to be.
I’ve realised that, for me, there’s a real difference between blogging and writing; in that they are two different styles, two different voices.
I didn’t necessarily set out to write reviews, I just wanted to write. Yes, I love makeup, and skincare, and coffee, and when a restaurant serves up a great dish; but I didn’t start writing about that sort of stuff to review it – I wrote about it to share it.
I’ve always found joy in sharing news and information with others. I’ve always been that person who can’t wait to share what they heard about a new bar or is simply so excited about their new foundation they have to tell someone. For this reason I never liked the idea of disclaimers, because if I used something and I liked something I wanted to tell someone, my opinion was never for turning.
Over time, my sister and mother were getting tired of me telling them about “this great new cream that does x, y and z” – and so I started a blog.
Why do I think blogging and writing are different? Because the way that I blog and the way that I write are different; and that’s on me. I write because I love the process, the punctuation, and the possibilities. Playing with the language and the patterns and overall just enjoying the act, the art, of writing.
Not that I never enjoyed blogging, but it’s becoming clearer as to why I could never bring myself to write a haul, an empties or a favourites post. I love reading those posts, but they’re not my style when it comes to writing my own. I think that’s why I enjoy writing about perfume so much – because it’s more of a challenge, there’s more room to explore.
So many people refer to their blog as their own little corner of the internet, and just like the walls by our pillows, our school lockers and our desks at work – they’re our spaces to decorate and organise as we see fit.
I’m trying very hard not to think so much about how my corner compares to others. I’m trying to tell myself that we all get something different from blogging, writing, sharing. It’s not easy, because some people get more out of this than others, but in cases like that I remind myself it’s not about physical rewards all the time, simply having someone say “Oh, I picked up that mascara you mentioned the other day – I love it!” ; that’s worth more to me than any number of glasses of bubbly or parcels in my front porch. Of course, at weaker moments, I’d be lying if I said that at times I didn’t feel jealous or left-out, or criticized myself based on how “well” I perceived others to be doing.
There’s nothing to say that because you write about beauty on occassion, you have to write about it a certain way. I’m not here to say I’m above or below beauty blogging; those blogs and those bloggers are institutions, and icons; they broke the ground for the online revolution and helped shaped a media that’s changing the way the world works.
I’ve just realised that the reason I started to blog was not necessarily to do what they did – it was not to have a blog, but it was to write.
For anyone feeling in a similar mindset, I’ve found solace as of late in recent lifestyle posts from Zoe London – someone whose work embodies exactly what I felt “blogging” means to me.
Or, very simply, in the wise words of Karima (of ShamelessFripperies) – you do you.