Hello you lovely bunch, here I am with a second post written whilst a little tipsy.
I often find that my mind goes into overdrive after one or two beverages and I'm more honest than ever before.
This part of the post is the day after, and I have an ever so slight head ache after attending the oh-so fabulous Fashion Awards last night. I thought I'd throw in a little bit of sober Megs jus to clarify whats going on here but basically... I've had it with Instagram... *Enters post three glasses of champagne Megan*
My job is to share my life with you lot and in turn to share the outfits I'm wearing at that moment in time; so if that means throwing my Insta theme off kilter then SO be it.
I'm the first to admit that I feel a real sense of accomplishment when my feed is looking, as George and I say "FLEEKY" A fleeky feed means one less thing to stress over and believe me when I say I've been known to stress over it.
I'm a creative and an occasional perfectionist so when that grid don't match, I am one anxious little lady.
I say occasional perfectionist because yeah, I love it when things go well together, when things are cohesive and when things suit one another, heck, I'm sure we can all relate to that in some respect. However, I am not a perfectionist when it comes to documenting my every day with you lot. I'm always humbled when brands and publications call me the "girl next door" or refer to be as a "true northerner" or even better, "a weirdo" as, let's be real; I have been known to be all of the above.
Never has anyone referred to me or my life as perfect and I would most definitely like to keep it that way. I want to share my everyday with you, what I'm wearing to head down to the shops and what I wear to that v swanky awards ceremony when I had no other choice than to use that god awful iPhone flash... Dun Dun Dunnnnnn.
But truth is, yeah, I post it, flash or no flash, but I can't say it isn't with a little bit of regret when I see that those squares don't match up.
I follow so many incredible "Instagrammers" but tbf I never signed up to be an Instagrammer. Instagram was just the latest social fad that we all fell in love with and soon became obsessed about.
Gone are the days when Instagram lived up to its name and was instant. Now we live amongst feed after feed of perfection and like you guys, I get sucked in to it.
I strive for the perfect feed like many do, but never a theme might I add, I've got too many clothes to consider a colour coordinated theme and aint nobody got time for that, but if you do I sure as hell salut you gurl!
Last night I posted an image of me at the Fashion Awards, an event I felt totally honoured to have attended, I was proud to be there and seriously digging my outfit but fml the light was so bad we had to don our flash.
Yet I threw caution to the wind and posted it anyway, you lot loved it and I'm left with a temporary warm glow until I look back and the feed is look less fleeky and more freaky!
So I'm writing this, on my way home from the awards, in the back of a taxi as a pledge to myself and hopefully as a reminder to you guys that Instagram should be fun. Let's post whatever the heck we want whenever the heck we want and simply support each other. Let's like, comment and share one another because we're in an industry of truly awesome women and it really shouldn't matter what our feed looks like because what matters is the moments we're choosing to share.
This has been a topic I've wanted to discuss for some time and now, after three champagnes, a truly pinch me moment evening and a solo taxi ride home, I'm choosing to voice it. I'd love to know your thoughts on this, do you here me? Does a perfect feed really effect how you engage with it? Lets discuss!