Introducing my new blog 'Spoken with Style'
When I first began blogging, eight years ago, I set out to use my blog as a way of shining a light on brands and pieces I loved which I couldn't feature at the magazine I worked at because they didn't advertise.
The magazine industry, at this time, was blurring advertorial with editorial left, right and center. I couldn't find a way to shout out about a brand I thought was more worthy than an advertiser. Many of these made their product in UK, were small businesses and couldn't afford the cost of an advert. At this time I was also about to start my business and it seemed the perfect time to begin a blog within my website. What I didn't realize, at the time, was just how popular the blog would become and how it would have a life of it's own.
When I wasn't writing, I was planning, when I wasn't planning I was attending the things I was going to write about. My 'working' hours were totally unsociable and five years after I began I simply fell out of love with blogging.
When the one person you expect to outlive all your nearest and dearest departs, life as you knew it isn't the same.
For me, the shift came when I had a real-life trauma which made me reassess my entire life. In March 2015 my childhood best friend, Jemma, set out for a work colleague's leaving party and died from a cardiac arrest minutes from her home. It was two weeks from my big 30th birthday and we had been talking that day about her coming to visit me in London. Jemma lived in Cheltenham about 3 hours from the English capital I called home.
When the one person you expect to outlive all your nearest and dearest departs, life as you knew it isn't the same. I realized I needed to stop being work focused and to spend more time with my family and friends. My previous relationships didn't last because I didn't prioritize them, instead I was career focused and didn't for a moment want a night in when I could have a night out, at a store party, product launch or after party.
A month after Jemma's passing I met my now husband and he helped me understand the void of Jemma's death and also gave me a renewed reason to live through it. Although the one complication for us was that he was American and we had an Atlantic ocean between our homes. The relationship was a challenge for both of us, from the different time zones and distance to a small age gap which meant we were at different stages of our lives. What became very clear in the first months of meeting him, wasn't about the differences, instead how much we had in common. I chose to spend the time I would stay up blogging, to talk to him on the phone, or the time I would spend planning for the blog, messaging him and communicating.
"I chose to spend the time I would stay up blogging, to talking to him on the phone, or the time I would spend planning for the blog, messaging him and communicating"
Fast-forwarding four years, I am typing this from my new home in USA. I have worked hard on creating a new look for my brand and a new website to match my new home. I am excited to present my brand new blog, Spoken with Style, and I cannot wait to connect with my old readers past and new readers present.
"I prioritized happiness at a time when I was grieving; it brought me true, over-powering, unquestionable and all-consuming love"
I want you to know that I didn't take you fore granted and I understand my four year hiatus means I am starting all over again, although what I hope you take away from this post is an understanding that sometimes you have to do what is best for you. I prioritized happiness at a time when I was grieving, it brought me true, over-powering, unquestionable, all-consuming, inconvenient love. I married my one and only, my best friend and someone who shares all of my ideals. Would I have found him in my old life? Sadly, I think I would have been too focused to notice.
My new blog will open up my world to you. There will be the expected, fashion from exciting brands and pretty pieces I think everyone should own, although it will be so much more. I want to write