So, you all must know by NOW that I’ve been having a really hard time coming back to this blogging life. I quit last year. I wanted to quit. I was HAPPY being quit. Until that asshat stole my content.
But, from what I can tell, they haven’t stolen much else. And tbh, I don’t care anymore. It’s all old content, and old news. Old news in the beauty world is the worst. It won’t get them anything. HAVE AT HER BITCH.
And so, this whole experience has really got me thinking about what I want to do now. Do I continue on this blogging route that just doesn’t fit me anymore? Or, do I EVOLVE.
EVOLVE is my answer. I’ve decided to keep on blogging, after thinking about it for the what-last 3 months or so BAHAHAHA. I need TIME to think, ok? I gotta sort through every scenario in my anxiety ridden brain before I make any kind of decision, which includes whether I leave the house or not lately. More on that new development in my life in future posts. But, the decision has been MADE.
I’ll be blogging for MY age group, for us- how can I say this? Aging beauty addicts. Is that offensive? Not to me, because heck, that’s how I describe myself!
When you look around the blogging world, there aren’t a lot of bloggers out there for us older gals. Everyone is or seems to be under 30 and, honestly? Screw that noise. I don’t and won’t take beauty advice from someone who can’t even tie their shoelaces. Ok, that’s probably WAY off base, but you get what I mean. Honestly, when I started blogging all those years ago, I was really surprised at how YOUNG everyone was, and when I realized that some of the blogs I was reading were being written by 16 year olds? That’s when I took matters into my own hands. Yup. And that’s how Beauty Reflections started.
And, I’m doing it again. Starting over. I’m so sick of the beauty world, and I think a lot of people are. Stupid unicorn, bullshit makeup, full of glitter made for 5 year olds-what the actual f$*k is going ON. I can’t anymore. I can’t.
I want to blog about real stuff. Real skincare. Real makeup. Real solutions for looking your best as you get older! REAL. LIFE. Not Instagrammy, pretty, all rose gold everything, perfectly fake life.
So, what’s gonna happen now is this:
- I’m changing my blog name to START WEARING PURPLE. Ever read the poem, When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple by Jenny Joseph? It’s a poem I remember reading when I was a kid and thinking: THAT’S GONNA BE ME.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
I have loved this poem ever since I read it way back then, and believe me, I’ve been practicing already, hahaha! But I am ready to go full blown purple now.
2. Once I switch my blog name and all the other accounts associated with this blog, like Instagram and Twitter, I will switch to a self hosted server and change everything. And WHOOP, there it’ll be. THERE IT BE. The new: START WEARING PURPLE blog. All this will hopefully, fingers crossed, take place over the next couple of weeks.
I hope this is something that resonates with you all! And I hope ya’ll keep on reading and sharing and being a part of this journey with me. Because, seriously, you KNOW I love you more than my luggage… 😀