IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME, BABY

Aren't reunions grand?

Is this awkward?

Not as awkward as this, I bet:

(I don't blame Diddy. Some days I look at photos of Anna and just want to give her a hug.)

ANYHOO. Thank you for still visiting my little corner of the internets. I know, there was a time there when I didn't ever think this blog would be resurrected, either.

So what am I doing here?

Well, I have actually thought about my blog a lot lately. It's kind of a bit presumptuous to assume that people would 'miss' me, a little bit cocky to assume that I should apologise for my absence, so let's not indulge any of that.

But I do miss the immediacy of blogging and I miss the interaction. Truth be told though, so much other life 'stuff' took over and the love of pink really took a backseat.

So what have I been up to? Well, so much, and yet in some ways, so little. Let me round up the last six months of my life:

I've been inadvertently matching my nails to my meals.

(This is a beetroot and goats cheese risotto at Tutto Bene. I love that place! Do yourself a favour and go. Memo to the girls I'm taking there this week – ORDER THIS.)

I've been pinkifying everything in my life. Don't be fooled, this may look red but I can assure you it is the hottest pink getting around. As if I could cope with a neutral-hued laptop?! (Actually, boyfriend is responsible for this pink goodness. Isn't it spectacular? Thanks darling x)

I've been planning a trip to the USA this year and in the name of research, have really been lapping up the Zagat NYC Shopping Guide and boning up on the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.

Camille Grammer is batshit crazy! I love her. My favourite moment of the season is when she talks about her Jesus complex. Also, if you're not using the phrase 'I'm 30% busier than the other girls' frequently, you should get onto it.

I have been larfing like nothing else when girlfriends send me photos of wine bars referencing my favourite Jersey Shore cast members.

LOLZ etc

I was unemployed, if only for a brief moment in time. Yup, lost my job back in October. Got a new one rather speedily, but gosh I loved those weeks of nothing. I spent a lot of time eating, watching daytime TV, napping, reading, shopping; you know, the usual. It was like I was back at uni again, but better. I did have plans to start a blog called HOT BROKE MESS but then paid employment came knocking and I bid farewell to long lunches, sleep-ins and afternoon siestas. It was lovely while it lasted.

It sounds very clichéd and life-coachy but redundancy was the best possible thing that could have happened to me. It was the first time since I was 14 that I found myself without a job and it was exhilarating. Redundancy – it's code for Good Times! Anyway, the one big difference between my new workplace and my old is that the deadlines are completely different and hot diggity, I am werking it. There's no quiet periods, there's no catching up on blogs, cyber-speaking I am pretty much in Cyberia. (Get it?! Too much? Really? Rack off.) I am still writing, just in a very different field, and I love my job. I am a firm believer in most things happening for a reason and I feel very lucky that things panned out super duper for me. Popcorn demolished, choc-tops savoured, end corny spiel NOW.

So, things I love about my new job:

People wear shoes. All the time.

My office is awesome.

My co-workers don't eschew the proper enunciation of vowels.

It's very professional.

I have new lunch options to explore.

Things I miss about my old job:

My big shiny Mac.

Lunch dates.

That is all.

So what is the point of this post? Well, for one, I wanted to say that if you made it to here, you deserve a medal for sitting through my self-indulgent tripe without hurling your mouse through your computer screen. Secondly, you seem to like me (hi Mum) and visit me and I am very grateful for that and I do hope we can hang out more on my little site. If you don't like me, troll protocol would dictate that instead of closing the browser and forgetting about me, you should leave a cowardly, snarky comment right about NOW, so I look forward to reading it.

Thirdly, I've completely forgotten what I was trying to say but it goes a little something like this - I don't know what I want to do with my blog, but I think it will be something different. I am a little bit over bloggers espousing 'I love writing! This is why I love blogging!' because at the end of the day, the majority of blog posts are a heap of lovely images slapped together with some joining words and life commentary. That's not to say I don't read some blogs with beautiful prose and talented writers behind it. That's not to say I don't LOVE blogs that offer a snapshot of someone's life. Hello, I am the nosiest person in the world! I am not attacking anyone in any way – you'd be surprised how little I actually care about what other people do on the internets – but I don't really consider this blog a professional extension of my life. I write for a living, I am very lucky to do so, but I have always wanted this blog to be something fun. Here, I use words like homegirl and SRSLY and y'all and shitballs. I leave typos in and I write how I talk, that is, epic sentences and excessive punctuation. I created the love of pink when I was desperately bored in an unsatisfying job and needed something fun to combat the dull editorial I churned out there. Also, MOST IMPORTANTLY…  I love the sound of my own voice (or the patter of my own keyboard abuse).

I am aware that I have posted spiels like this before – what am I doing with this blog, I've been AWOL please forgive, not sure what I want to do with this site, blah blah blah. The thing is! When I started this site, I didn't know what it was going to be like. I didn't even make a real blog header! It grew organically and at no point have I ever attempted to plan or adopt any kind of editorial direction, and at times that has meant I just simply lost interest in my little pink blog. I have been VERY grateful along the way for opportunities it afforded me and I treasure my very lovely mob of commenters and readers. Even the anonymous nasties! Bless you and your agendas. I don't know if I will post regularly here; I'm torn as to whether or not I should direct that time into my freelancing efforts. I am deeply passionate about magazines and should be making more of an effort to wriggle my name into more of those glossy titles I worship so. I thought about creating a folio-type site in my real name and adding content to that, but writing blog posts about Lilo's splotchy fake tan and Anna's steely glare is SO much more fun, you guys!

I love 365 photo blog sites so perhaps I will start posting little insights into my day. These are still the most interesting blogs I read, because I have a morbid curiosity about how other people live, eat, dress and think. I still love beauty products and the way a new lipgloss can magically zap my sourest of moods, and the way a pretty new polish can put a skip in my step. Admittedly, I do feel a bit bad picking on Lilo while she's so rock-bottom right now, but I still adore the ancient art of poking fun at tinseltown's finest (cough). So I hope you'll have me back in your browser, back in your RSS feed, back in your inbox, back in your life etc etc. Let's see where this goes. We're not breaking up. But let's not rush into anything. Let's just take it slow. xx