'Never air your dirty laundry in public,' was just one snippet of advice given to me by my darling Nanny Madge.
Responsible for the little soft Scottish voice in my head that whispers, 'Never get your hair done by a hairdresser with bad hair, ' should I so much as step foot in a salon, my Nanny Madge has been on hand throughout my life with her words of wisdom.
I too love to dish out advice if ever it's needed, I'm a bit of an agony aunt like that, yet when it comes to my accepting advice given to me, the rebellious teenager within always seems to surface.
Hence my choosing to make my own mark on the world by airing my dirty laundry in an extremely public fashion, here in my beloved little blog on the world wide web.
It harbours some of my deepest, darkest secrets, some of my most intimate thoughts and of course it documents virtually every incident and event ever to have shaped my life thus far. Yup my dirty pants (and such) are visible for all to see. Ooops. But you know what? I figured my washing really isn't any dirtier than anyone else's ;-)
I write for a number of reasons. Firstly I find it therapeutic. It's cheaper than finding myself a shrink, (even though there is a part of me that would love to have a shrink, there's something uber cosmopolitan and chic about dropping in, 'my shrink says . . . ' into conversation lol) and it doesn't contain calories like chocolate. And when I'm low, when I hit rock bottom, when I lost my darling son, Harrison, last August, for example, this blog (and other stuff I've written) was my lifeline and the support I received from you lovely people was unbelievably valuable in helping me through it.
I receive some wonderful messages and have formed some fab friendships through my blog entries, which is another reason why i love to write, and without sounding like a speech from an awards ceremony, I feel so honoured to have you guys here with me, sharing the highs and lows of this crazy little journey we like to call, 'life.'
Writing is such a passion of mine, but more than that, it's a necessity in my life. Like breathing and buying shoes. It just makes me happy. So here's where I need your help.
Please, lovely people, please (and I am smiling very sweetly and fluttering my eyelashes at my laptop like a right nutter,) help me fund my shoe-shopping habit and keep my blog alive by sending anyone you think might fancy a little snoop and a little read of my stuff, in my direction. If you think you know anyone who might enjoy reading, 'Give a girl the right pair of shoes . . . ' Your Mums, Grandma's, Neighbours, Mates, Partners, Aunts, Sisters, Brothers, Cousins, In Laws, er Pets, (you catch my drift) – please do direct send them over here :-)
In return I promise to continue to try to amuse and entertain you. To make you laugh, cry and of course cringe or to just generally provide you with another excuse not to work ;-)
If you haven't subscribed to the blog yet please do so, just type your email addy into the box to the right and I'll be delivered directly to your email inbox! I also have a page dedicated to this blog over on Facebook, so you could become a fan or indeed suggest the page to your pals so they could become fans too :-)
Now don't worry, I'm not gonna badger and beg you all the time, after-all my powers of persuasion aren't what they used to be and i'm a rubbish sales person, but I just figured you wouldn't mind if I asked for your help just this once! Next blog I'll be back to my usual self . . . (though whether that's a positive thing I do not know . . . lol)
Many thanks for your support!
Love to all
Steph x
