Why a blog?

I give up, easily.
Anything. Everything.
Because of a lack of confidence.

People won't like me, laugh at me, think I'm stupid.
That is why my entire life I hid away, in dark clothes.
Black, dark blue or grey.
Anything to make me invisible.

I never used make-up in high school because I didn't know how.
My hair was always the same because I had no idea what to do with it (ponytail, tightly pulled back, in case you're curious).

When I was 18 I got married and I wanted a change.
I wanted the real me to come out.
But I still had no clue how.

At 26 I started this blog.
So that I wouldn't give up, wouldn't forget where I was going.

This is my journey, feel free to walk it with me, every step of the way.
All my failures, all my mistakes.
But also my winnings, my happy moments and my bliss.
I'll be honored to have you with me.

Driver's licence

PersonalityPosted by Fashiondisaster Tue, November 26, 2013 16:09:45
I don't have a driver's licence.

I'm 27 and I don't have one.

I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking that I tried a billion times and failed, right?

I never tried.

I did drive.
A few times.
With my husband.

And I just don't see the fun of it.

Other people love it, call it freedom.
I only see stress.

Being stressed out because I have no idea how to get somewhere (like Ikea).
Or just stressed by the driving itself.
Have you seen the highways lately?

People on there are not friendly...
They honk at you, curse at you, make obscene gestures at you...
Why would I wanna be in the middle of that?

My grandmother even offered me money (no kidding) to go and try it.

It just comes with so much responsibility.
I drive a bike now and I don't feel safe.
I'm the one who's looking in all directions (like an idiot) for a hundred times, just to make sure I'm not in someone's way.

My grandmother is 78 and still drives her car, everyday.
So, I do feel a bit like a wimp...

My boss suggested to get my driver's liscence and then I can get a car, from the firm.
Sounds good right?

I'm still not decided though...
Any tips, help,..?
Please provide :)

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PersonalityPosted by Fashiondisaster Sat, November 23, 2013 11:52:47
I love the weekend.
Not only because it ends a workweek and gives us a break from complaining customers (or other annoying people we have to deal with) but most of all because, in the weekend, I don't have to care about what others think of me.

I can pull something out of my closet, without worrying if it works (mostly it does, better then when I do think about it).
I'm typing this in a comfortable pants, a long sleeved shirt and a sweater rapped around my waist. All in grey. It makes me look taller and my boobs look bigger in the right grey (I dicovered just now).
There are dogs on my sweater and I had classed it as too childish and wore it mostly as a pyjama.

I'm not wearing make-up.
I did wash my hair (was meaning to do this last night but found someone else in the tub).

It's only noon and I have a full day in front of me.
And I have to do... absolutly nothing.

I can clean, wash and vacuum but only if I want to.
I can write, draw, change the house or do something else creative.
The point is that the weekend is my freedom.
If I want to I can watch tv all day, hanging on the couch, eating all what's bad for me.

Or I can go for a walk with the dogs.
And tomorrow I have another day like this in front of me.
Even better, the kids are going to my grandmother, so, in a way, even more freedom :)

But still, there are limits.
There is, still, the money issue.
So anything "money related" is out of the question.

But the biggest limit of all is my own mind.
It keeps thinking about monday.
Today it's ok, but tomorrow...
Monday is really close on a sunday.

Am I the only one having this issue?

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PersonalityPosted by Fashiondisaster Fri, November 22, 2013 11:47:36
I love taking pictures.
Pictures of myself, the kids, my pets, my husband,...
Basicly, anything.

As long as it inspires me, makes me smile or looks funny, I'll snap it with my iphone.

About a year ago I discovered Instagram.
A dream app for a photo addict.

Not only can you take pictures with it, you can put a filter on them (wich, most of the time, makes the picture look even better!) and share them with your followers.
You can add hashtags so other users can find you and like your picture.

In the beginning I had zero likes and zero followers (zero hashtags as well by the way) and I couldn't care less.

Now, a year later, I have 1007 followers.
A few days ago I had 1016 followers.

And it stresses me.
It stresses me that people UNfollow me.

I never cared before.
You liked me, or you didn't.

Now we've all become obsessed with being liked and followed.
And when someone unfollows it feels like a real rejection.
It can make you feel mad, sad or annoyed.

When you wake up and check your followers (which you do, just admit it) and you gained a few you'll be feeling happy.
It feels like you're doing something good.

When you lost one or a few...
You'll feel like sh...

Somehow... it doesn't feel like an improvement.

P.S: you can find me on Instagram under fashiondisastercc.
Most of my pictures are up there because this site gives me a hard time getting them up here, and I just have no patience :)

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