UPDATE: March 2016…
I have deleted many of the blog posts that I wrote before this life-changing event, details of which below. It was a difficult decision because I put a lot of work into them, but I only look forward. It’s funny how various outfits can trigger memories! Thank you x
On May 18th 2013, I tentatively published my first blog post. It had been something I’d procrastinated about for many months and it took several weeks before I told anyone outside of my immediate family about it.
Little did I know how much I would love writing it. What started off as a hobby has become a passion taking up the vast majority of my spare time.
As a direct result of my blog, I’ve had two columns published in Arrival Magazine and I’ve had the opportunity to model for Fever London and for Gray and Osbourn. Something I’ve dreamed of doing since being a teenager.
I have worked with numerous brands and have discovered countless companies that were previously unknown to me. And I’ve collaborated with so many brilliant business women, who spotted a gap in the market and created their own brand. Truly inspiring.
But the most unexpected thing is the friendships I’ve made.
There is a hugely supportive network of fashion bloggers that unite to support each other through things that are, (and more often not), blog related. Ladies, you know who you are- thank you.
I haven’t met any of these women in person, yet I came home a few weeks ago to find these beautiful flowers on my doorstep from them.
Because just less than eight weeks ago, on 25th March 2014, my personal life changed forever.
The day after our daughter’s 13th birthday, I found out that my husband of almost 16 years had been having an affair with a friend of mine for some time. A “friend” whose daughter is in the same class at school as my son. There are so many more things I could tell you, but this will suffice.
I told him to leave immediately.
My world went into free fall and I’ve never known such pain. I married for life and I gave it everything. Their betrayal takes my breath away.
As a result, I’m going through a divorce, our house is on the market and I’ve cancelled our much anticipated holiday in Devon.
It is absolutely agonising.
However, my children and I stand, (literally and figuratively), surrounded by friends. They’ve cooked for us, sent flowers, cakes and chocolate. They’ve made countless cups of tea and they’ve cried (an ocean) with me.
I’ll never be able to thank them enough.
My family provides the cushion, the buffer which is evident in close families. They’ve done so much more than support us- they’ve carried us.
A love and support which is unconditional and infinite. I’m incredibly fortunate.
My future is uncertain and I feel adrift.
But, I’m positive and optimistic by nature and mentally very strong. I will get through this most horrific situation, helped hugely by a clear conscience.
I have the respect and love of my beautiful children. There are no secrets- they’re old enough and bright enough to understand.
We have each other, we have our health and we are very loved. Once we secure a new home, we’ll have everything we need.
I happily and willingly relinquished my career as an optometrist three years ago to enable my husband’s career and business to succeed. A decision that suited us both and benefited our family.
It’s been a privilege to be a stay at home mum. I loved this status and it afforded me the opportunity to watch my children take part in sports events, music festivals and to spend time with them. To take them to and from school every day. I treasured every second.
However, because of my new circumstances and because my son starts secondary school in September, it’s time to work again!
I’d love nothing more than to earn a living from writing. That’s my goal.
So if you’d like me to write a post for you, to review a product or to be a “real” model for you, do say. I’d love to hear from you.
I’m going to raise a glass to my blog and to my sister-in-law Sarah, whose 40th birthday is today and whose home I’ll be at later to celebrate along with the rest of my precious family.
And tomorrow? I’ll show you what I wore.