Mate, it’ll do a lot actually. If you’re me.
Allow me this indulgent retrospective if you will, please. It’s in parts both nostalgic and completely terrifying.
It was recently this blog’s 8th anniversary, and I’ve been thinking a lot at times about it and its evolution, and how much I’ve retreated to its simplicity in the last couple of years while the clamour of social media gets louder. I left Facebook in the dust (my personal page at least) just before Smalls was born in 2012 because I couldn’t believe how much negativity I was passively absorbing just scrolling through my feed so many times a day. I didn’t need to be that hyperconnected to folks and didn’t want to spend so much of my finite life time on social. Almost every time I’ve found myself scrolling since then I feel gross. After the cute baby photos and updates from friends it always ended up landing in human cesspool territory, especially since they brought in the update that not only showed you news items of pages you follow, but also the most popular comments underneath, from people I didn’t know and who didn’t share my views and were mostly fucking infuriating about it. After the recent “should we delete Facebook” global thought process, I went through my advertising options and saw they had pages and pages and years and years of my “interests” saved, even though I barely use the damn thing, so I unsaved every one. And unliked every page I’d ever liked bar a few and it took me HOURS.
End Facebook rant. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that!
I still quite like my Facebook page though, I get a proper laugh from the folks who hang out there, it’s generally a pretty decent place to be, that and my book club/craft club/gang club Facebook groups. I still remember first ever starting my page and actually reaching all the people who had signed up to hear from me. We didn’t know how good we had it! We were all on Twitter at the time and almost abandoned it in droves for the FB community. Of which I once had 89 people in, heaven bless each and every one of you. Now I have quite a bit more than that, but Facebook does not show you my content. Ever. I’m lucky if it gets seen by 100 people and I often feel like I’m talking to myself, because nobody reads blogs any more. Maybe if you come up in their feed, readers MAY click over, but nobody is typing “www.theveggiemama.com” in their search bars any more and coming over to catch up on the latest.
I used to read these blogs religiously, and had them in my sidebar not only for ease of my own clicking (I also followed everyone in Google Reader and would read every post) but also so others could read them too.
I literally still read these blogs pretty much every day, the ones that are still around. I sign up by email these days (I do have a blog reader but never use it) or click over on the weekends over a cup of tea for my fill of interesting human lives and a bit of inspiration.
While social media has turned into a sharing tsunami after we all started these blogs, the main ones I read still blog in addition to being active on those platforms. Instagram may come and go (or it may not show you our content thanks to algorithms created “in our best interests” but now all I see is ads and something someone posted a week ago cheers for that mate) but we will probably still be here, in our original homes, kicking it old-school. At least I hope so.
Like I said, the more social media seems omnipotent and overwhelming, the more I come home to this blog and post a picture of something stupid and feel better. A dinosaur refusing to evolve perhaps? I more like the idea that I stand on a firm foundation and do what I love rather than be dictated to by modern trends. Trends I happily and eagerly explored when they first arrived, and presented some good memories and great opportunities, but trends I’ve had e-bloody-nough of, really, because they’ve evolved in a way I don’t totally want to.
Look at that! INSTAGRAM DIDN’T EXIST. You couldn’t reach me on Instagram because there was none! I can almost barely remember it.
Ah Stacey, but are you biting the hand that feeds you? Social media helped get you where you are, after all.
Thank you for your question, it’s a good one. I’ve pondered it many times myself. It’s like Sideshow Bob when he used TV to tell everyone how shit TV was. No, I don’t think I am. I enjoy social media on occasion and it has allowed me to do some amazing things. But it’s also hugely controlled by faceless folks, so I use it to my enjoyment and advantage, and I let the rest go.
Ok then, well are you bitter that everyone is just better on it than you?
No.
Eight years ago I started a blog, blah blah blah, there’s a thousand posts on here about why I did that, and also a very large handful of those musing on why I continued to do so. There’s never been an answer for that, why I have a public blog where I write about the public parts of my life.
Eight years of everything I’ve eaten, the births of my children, my interests, my thoughts, my travels, my inspiration, my fears, and a good chunk of my struggle with writer’s block, partly due to the fear of public criticism which I saw happen to my blog friends day in and day out, and partly due to self-doubt that I was never gonna “make it” even though I was trying really hard.
I was an early adopter of monetising my blog, I thought it would be cool and a fun way to earn an income. “Why not give it a go?” was my mantra, you know, see where it might lead. And it was cool and exciting and gave me a project and a goal to work toward. I loved blogging and I fucking loved the community and being part of something, which is half the reason looking back over the years and coming back here when the world gets too noisy is so satisfying. I’m reminded of how this used to make me feel. And I felt good.
After I became a full-time professional blogger though, it became a lot harder and a lot more stressful. I did very truly have to worry about stats and engagement and growing my audience and providing value, otherwise nobody would want to work with me and that income dried up. It was a double-edged sword, because you were also supposed to pretend you didn’t care about that and you just blogged for the fun of it. Well, I blogged for both.
And as hard as I may have worked to ensure I made it and didn’t let that income dry up, dry up that income did. I tried every single strategy in the book to grow my audience and my numbers just would. not. budge. My blog representation kept smiling politely at me but neither they nor I could get any work coming in.
And as much as it sounds fantastic that you can work at home and get sent free shit and people pay you to write about cereal, it’s a hell of a lot harder than it looks, it requires more of me than I care to give, and there came a time when I just let it all go and went back to just hanging out here. I definitely do still work with brands as and when opportunities arise, but I long ago stopped hustling to make it happen. The world evolved too fast and too far for me and so I opted out. Perhaps I was never cut out for it anyway?
I remember thinking years ago when I shut up professional shop to just get back to my roots. It was a mantra I kept repeating as I wrote, “get back to my roots”, which was writing and food. And I wrote and I posted food and although nobody was reading it (except a handful who faithfully return no matter what – g’day Liz, Reannon and Tina!), here I am. Still doing it. It goes largely unnoticed and I’m at peace with that because I’m doing it for me. After all these years I’m still just doing it for me.
I have put countless hours into this web space. Made icons and badges and header photos and bio pages and hundreds of thousands of words and innumerable hours of photo editing and god knows what else and while some would see it as a waste of time because I never “made it” or that it was a hobby that never really went anywhere, it’s been an enlightening journey for me. At times completely brilliant and fulfilling, at times a millstone around my neck. What a relationship.
I will never forget the excitement that spurred me on in those early days, seeing this little collection of face cubes grow as people found my blog and signed up to hear more from me. From me! My shitty photos and my bad jokes and my self-indulgent personal blog drivel! The very bane of the internet’s existence, people promoting themselves! And the thrill I would feel when I found a blog I loved, my heart would hammer and I couldn’t click the “follow” button fast enough. Regular people just like me but who were doing things I liked, whose lives I found interesting, like a reality show but so much better.
Without a doubt, the community was the best. Other bloggers who felt very much like I did, coming together over the world wide web and occasionally in person. After these conferences and get-togethers and weaving in and out of each others’ lives, we all became real, true friends. I’ve watched their kids grow up, I’ve been privy to the biggest and smallest moments of their lives, and I literally could call them if I ever needed anything. And I do. I have.
So maybe I am still stuck in the past, digging firmly into this blog’s ground while people build empires on Snapchat. Snapchat doesn’t make me feel like anything is possible, though. Snapchat is fucking hilarious and I’ll forever wish I could use that OG text strap over my Instagram Stories, but this is home.
There’s no forgetting anything on this platform. Every single thing I’ve ever written is still here, available to view just as it was when I wrote it. I may not even feel that way any more, or would post anything like that ever again (pls refer to “internet-inducing self-doubt, above”), or use Zoolander quotes quite as much as I did, but it’s here. And I can look back on it at any time and laugh and be reminded of something I’ve forgotten, and get inspired to do it all again.
I love reading about how life was then, when we were less hyperconnected and all trying to get connected. A blog is where you went to share your mini thoughts, much like Twitter then became for us, and what Instagram is for us now. I had to announce here that I wouldn’t be posting for a week in case readers would think I’d died. There was nowhere else to keep up with everyone, you wouldn’t ensure your presence was felt over social because that just wasn’t the done thing. And I was tweeting while I was on my overseas trip, but on a different time zone to my friends so they wouldn’t see it. They wouldn’t see it! You had to be there AT THE TIME I WAS TWEETING or it wouldn’t be in your feed. What a time to be alive.
I started blogging in 2008 (ok you can finally have a link to it after all this time, here you go It’s called Confessions of a Nerd and well, they say write what you know), where I would go to share stuff. I don’t know, ‘express myself’? ‘have a creative outlet’? Whatever it was, I did it.
So here’s to another 8 years of creating topic labels after quotes from The Office, posting pictures that aren’t perfect, talking about myself for no other reason than I want to and that’s OK, flogging a dead horse, connecting with like-minded people, seeing where this whole thing takes me, and being grateful for the opportunity to do so.
Yours always wishing she could grow up to be The Pioneer Woman,
Veggie Mama xx
Kez @ Awesomely Unprepared says
I am so glad you still blog. Everyone’s always on about blogs being a dying medium, but sometimes you just have to keep it up for the love of it! I get so excited when people still blog.
My blog has been going since 2011 when I found out I was pregnant with my son. I don’t think I could ever give it away. I’ll keep going until forever! x
Stacey says
Oh they are a dying medium but here I am!
I’m so glad you feel like you could never give it away. I’ve almost walked away from this place countless times, and could have done it without a backwards glance. But I’m happy I didn’t. I don’t know why I stayed but I’m glad I did. Maybe blogging will come full circle and everyone will start doing it again haha. Who knows.
Kylie Pod says
I love you and will always be fan girling in the corner!
Stacey says
Yeah but that’s in your contract!
Much love to you. Hope that babe is cooking well <3
Josephine says
I have been reading your blog since I saw you on the cover of Peppermint mag! And I’ll be reading your blog as long as you see fit to breath life into it! I love the space you have made here. High fives for all that has entailed! I just wish I lived in Melbs so I could attend the craft evenings…
Stacey says
Goodness, that is a long time! I’ll breathe forever if it means you’ll keep coming back!
High fives and imaginary crafts all round x
Polly says
Still reading (thanks Feedly), still cooking your recipes (those cowboy cookies!!), still laughing along and still enjoying what you’re sharing with us. It’s a privilege to read about your life and we really love it. Thank you!! Polly
Stacey says
Ah Polly, you may just inspire me to write more! Thanks for sticking around. And thanks be to Mrs Bush and her bloody cookies x
Rach aka stinkb0mb says
8 years wow, what an achievement!
I haven’t blogged in years because for me, blogging lost not only it’s way but it’s soul. Everyone seemed to be ‘selling out’, ‘chasing the dollar’ and it wasn’t personal anymore. I followed and read people’s words because they were personal, it was about connecting to people and their lives, a little insight into them.
When that stopped and people started posting about clothes they were gifted, trips they went on for free and supermarkets they shopped at as sponsored posts, they lost me as a reader and I don’t think I was the only one.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m all for people making a $ anyway they seem fit and are comfortable with but when people started making that choice, the landscape of the blogging world shifted and bloggers lost readers along the way because people chose to read for the same reasons I did – for the connection.
I’m glad you’ve gone back to your roots (snort, sorry I can’t write that without dissolving into a 15 year old boy) and that you don’t care if anyone reads because this space is about you BUT thank you for choosing to share it with us, your readers, we appreciate it.
Oh and for the record, I DID type in “www.theveggiemama.com” into my search bar just last week! You popped into my head, I went to catch up on the latest and while in your space, looked up one of my favourite recipes of yours to make x
Stacey says
Well now, this is a blast from the past! I was v. excited to see your name pop up!
I know what you mean – and I was always grateful you were very vocal about this. It was because of people like you that I really held back (perhaps self-sabotaged?) the “pro” part of my blogging. I never, ever wanted to be seen as a sellout and I never, ever wanted to lose the personal/life/connection aspect of blogging. I would always think of what you and others like you would think about my brand work and always erred on the side of caution. It did me no favours income-wise but I can still say I love what I’ve written and the choices I”ve made, eight years later. Tell that to my bank balance, haha.
I may have gone one step further and was too concerned about what people would think, because it really clammed me up. I found I couldn’t write about anything because I’d play it out in my head and find something that SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE would hate or complain about and I just stopped writing at all. It’s taken this long for me to exhale and carry on regardless.
It’s funny now because I think blogging for connection totally survived, and the cutthroat influencer world moved to social media. It’s a talented person who can weave in successful, proper-money-making brand work in with their normal lives, and it seems like only a handful of folks can do that long-term. Now we’re used to a commercial account being just that and accept it for what it is and not wish it was more personal or connect-y because they never started out that way. Meanwhile I’m still here reading the same blogs I always have, who have thankfully survived that tsunami.
Bless your cotton socks for coming back for a recipe, and popping up here again today. You were very much a part of this journey for me and I”m glad you’re still here.
Stacey says
cannot explain why I keep putting inverted commas instead of apostrophes but THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT’S HAPPENING, haha.
Reannon says
Hello! Yes I am still here, reading EVERY SINGLE post you write and I will continue to do so forever! I probably comment a lot less these days but that is purely because my phone is a dick and still gives me 503 error 99% of the time & I am too lazy to get up and get my laptop and maybe because I feel like I have less to say than I once did. I think that SURELY my fave bloggers ( you, Pip, Kate & Beth) must get sick of me chiming in every bloody post like the chatty Cathy that I am. Maybe my brain is a little too full this year too. Tafe is HARD and having kids who move out after their 18th birthday and kids who starts school all the same time frame kinda breaks your mind ( and heart. I am pretty much heartless now. It’s broken & trying to stick it back together is problematic!). Anyway, I know you actually don’t worry if I comment or not because you know I’m still reading. And regularly making recipes of yours in my kitchen.
I can feel a real shift away from social media for me. I only have Insta and I just don’t love it as much as I used to. I can’t even say why just that it doesn’t feel fun anymore but I get that it’s where everyone is so if I want to stay connected then I have to be there too. It’s weird.
Totally off topic can we quickly discuss Roseann? I’m sure you’ve talked about it on the socials somewhere but I’ve not been on this week so indulge me. I did love it but I won’t lie, all the plastic surgery makes me feel weird. She’s the same but not. Of course I will keep watching but yeah, give me old school Roseann any day!
And yes, here’s to many, many more years of chatting over the internet via this glorious blog xxx
Stacey says
I can 100% without doubt guarantee that nobody feels like they are sick of you chiming in! Especially in this day and age when blog comment spaces are ghost towns.
I am grateful for social because it allows me to see inside your day and know how busy you are with your ever-changing family and I know that you’re still totally in my corner. It pleases me no end that you’re still there, still up for a chat, still just as stoked with my stuff as you were when you first started reading. You are fucking fantastic.
We can definitely discuss Roseanne, I have a lot of FEELINGS, many feelings, much confusion and internal confliction but none of it is from the plastic surgery, haha. I got used to that very early on, she has been doing it since the 80s and her ever-changing face (and weight and hair and husbands) was just something I took in my stride.
I was fairly devastated to find decades ago she had her own blog and it was full of right-wing garbage. She was utterly off her fucking rocker and it shook me hard. How could this character I’d loved so much (and the person behind it who created such an incredible, relatable, and real feminist-and-gay-friendly show) have such contrary opinions? I didn’t know what to think. I backed away slowly. Like Homer retreating into the hedge, haha. It’s hard to reconcile.
Tina Lacy says
There is so much I want to say but Im not the best with words Ill give it a shot
First up yours is the only blog I still read, I type veggie mama into google to get here (although it knows me so well these days I usually just type ve)
I have loved seeing your live that you share online, the food you make, and your babies grow
You have felt like a friend at some very low points in my life when friends were few reading what you have written has made me feel less alone
You have shown me that my life dosen’t have to be defined by my childhood and all the shit that went with it
And despite what my husband says I know for sure Im not the only person in their 30s who sits under a blanket and crochets
Stacey says
I think of you all the time, Tina, and that email you once sent me. I hope that I can always be the kind of person who gives you hope.
I love that you type in my URL! and that Google will autofill it for you. it does that for me too, and it still does it for me when I go to type in “Woolworths” and it autofills to woogsworld.com.
I will always sit under a blanket and crochet, I’ll even send you a picture so you can show your husband, haha
and you can always consider me a real friend x
Vanessa says
I love that you are still around & doing what you want to on here. I’m sure I’m technically a failure as a blogger too but you know what? I’ve stuck to it more than anything else in my life so it’s my damn thing, no matter what the rest of it says.
Stacey says
You know what, I never thought of that. I think last year when it was 7 years I said it was longer than any job I’d ever had (but now just pips the years I was at uni, and has a way to go before it beats yoga and crochet haha) but I’ve never stuck at a project this long. I must be getting something out of it!
I’m glad you still blog and I’m glad I met you x
BabyMac says
Maaaate. Congrats on 8 years. All the sharing, all of it. Thanks for being here and being a part of it all. You mean more to people than you probs ever will realise. Here’s the 8 more. And thanks for the continual talking off the ledge x
Stacey says
There are bloggers (like you) who would devastate me if they ever stopped, yet I’ve never told them that. Weird, isn’t it? Except for Kelley. I tell Kelley all the time that I’m her biggest fan. And I once emailed Chantelle like a complete creep when she mused about shutting up shop in about 2011. Can you imagine if that had ever happened?
Here’s to 8 more years of weird shit on the internet. Thanks for the pep talk x
Shan says
Congrats on 8 years. I used to read so many blogs yet somehow I only found yours recently. I’m so glad you’re here.
I’ve always wanted to start a blog of my own (and actually made a few attempts that failed miserably). My life just isn’t that interesting I guess. I never found much to write about.
It makes me incredibly sad that blogs are on the way out. If I’m honest, blogs got me through so much of the crap that I went thorough in my late teens. They really opened my eyes to the fact that there is more to life than being miserable and encouraged me to peruse a better life for myself.
I’m so glad I found your blog. I get the gist that we are from pretty similar backgrounds, and you turned out to be awesome so maybe I can too 😛
Eva says
I think I remember it all. Was it not a blog at first? Were you on a tumblr-like thing or livejournal or something first? Anyway, loved you then, love you now. So glad we transferred to IRL mates, and I’ll always remember how in awe of you I was when I made Astronaut Curry haha I loved that so much. Sorry I don’t always comment, but I’ve never missed one xx
Stacey says
Yes! a Tumblr! With a very un-PC name now which I should change.
I’m super stoked we transferred, and I’m in awe you still read every word. I always remember you saying you got a Twitter account so you didn’t have to type in my URL every day. I fucking love that.
Shari from GoodFoodWeek says
Hey Stacey! Thanks for sticking around. I love reading what you have to say and looking at your photos (no matter how crazy/messy/unedited they are). I sometimes feel like I’m a crazy stalker popping in to read all your posts or filtering through social media to find your posts. Thanks for being the topic of our water cooler conversation and providing much inspiration in the blogosphere.
Stacey says
Thanks Shari. May you continue to enjoy my terrible imagery!
Sarah says
Well that just made my train journey home much more bearable. I love blogs and a few I turn to and actually type the URL into the box thing! Old school. Yours is one of them. I don’t comment much but I do use your recipes and read your stories and feel not so alone in the world of raising little girls (I have three under five) and food and books and feeling like a total goof. Well done on staying true to yourself and thank you! X
Stacey says
I love finding my people like this! Some of the blogs I read would never even know I existed, I never say a word. I just read and love and go about my business. I do comment on blogs where I know the blogger, but I think that should change and I interact with them all! They often make my train journeys and quiet Monday afternoons and solitary shopping trips so much nicer.
Thanks for hanging around! Also tell me how much sleep you’re not getting, I’m still dreaming of a third x
Denyse Whelan says
Hellooo lovely one. I have been reading and chatting since 2011. Twitter WAS the best then too… My goodness I even got so brave to meet up with you and Nikki when I came to the Sunny Coast in early 2012 and you were newly pregnant with Smalls. I have LOVED and still LOVE watching you and the girls evolve (maybe not the word)…
Blog posts I remember with such nostalgia were the little tiny food pics you would show to try to get Bigs to eat. So beautiful to look at and most often rejected… I liked that we connected over teaching – especially when I did a post about the Internet and the Law after getting the book which was written by the guy who lectured you and then you were also teaching it.
Sigh. Now there was also my vintage cook books of Mums and how lovingly you cared for them and when I was feeling the feels, you sent them back wrapped in your children’s art work!
Sending biggest of internet hugs AND congratulations!! Denyse xxx
Stacey says
I was so excited to meet you IRL, and you were just as lovely as I had imagined. I’m so glad we became real friends. It’s been a privilege watching your life unfold over the last few years. You’d think it’s so funny that Bigs still refuses my beautiful food, and Smalls even more so! I also think about what you would say and what advice you’d give when I run into little school-related issues. You’re a valuable human, Denyse, and I”m glad this blog brought us together x
Nikki Parkinson says
Hello lovely lady, formerly of shared Sunshine Coast fence. I feel you all through your words. I was around here at those beginning days and will be around as long as you’re around. Times they are a changing/have changed that’s for sure. It’s just like I tell journo students in my croaky old voice about the good old days on typewriters and copy paper with phones that you couldn’t walk outside with. Adaptation has been my key word my whole career. I can’t even predict what the next 5-10 years looks like. xx
Stacey says
I love how you’ve blazed the trail! I”ll always look back on our early days fondly. They were so much fun.
You’re so right about the changing/adaptation situation, and it’s something I thought about a lot pre- and post- leaving The Remarkables. I realised I had to evolve to stay current and … that, well, I didn’t want to. It was exciting at the start to adapt to new trends and needs and skills but after a while I realised it wasn’t working for me and that getting further away from writing was not making me happy. So I remembered why I started and what I loved the most and decided to stick to that, even if it meant I missed out. But I’ll always enjoy watching you and people I know like you continue to mould and shape this environment x
Kate Ulman says
Ooh there’s so much to love and chat about. Firstly how long and deeply I’ve loved your blog for. What a beautiful, real, creative and articulate space you’ve shared with us.I must say that although I still write a blog weekly, the number of blogs I actually visit has dwindled down to about two. I do feel awful about this….but time…and interests. But I will ALWAYS have time for yours. I can’t remember if it was before or after the Peppermint cover but it’s been a very long time. And then when we became friends in real life, and the Peppers, I guess it all became a lot more personal. This time next year my blog will turn 10 so I guess that makes mine the big sister, I’m pretty used to that role. Lots of love to you honey, I’m still waiting to buy your book….xx
Stacey says
Firstly – thank you for these beautiful words.
I think it’s ok to write a blog and not read others. I only read what I truly love these days but you know what, I’ve actually started reading those blogs from the start, I love the feel of those early days. I guess we all evolve our interests as time goes on – look at you with your flowers now! You just TRY dragging me away from Attic24 though, haha.
Couldn’t think of a single better person to be my blog’s big sister x
Philippa says
Stacey, you are awesome, and I will read your blog as long as you continue to write it. It’s been one of my favourites for a very long time – though I’m sorry I’m a bit of a lurker and don’t comment often! I’ve been trying to change that and actually comment on the blogs I still read! I know how much it meant to me to know people were reading, back in the day! I’ve been blogging since 2005 and can relate to pretty much everything you’ve written here. Especially this:
“And as much as it sounds fantastic that you can work at home and get sent free shit and people pay you to write about cereal, it’s a hell of a lot harder than it looks, it requires more of me than I care to give, and there came a time when I just let it all go and went back to just hanging out here. I definitely do still work with brands as and when opportunities arise, but I long ago stopped hustling to make it happen. The world evolved too fast and too far for me and so I opted out. Perhaps I was never cut out for it anyway?”
Yes! So much yes. You’ve pretty much summed up how my blogging/life changed when I decided to give pro blogging a go and like you all of a sudden I had to care about stats, engagement and growth, when everything that had got me a following in the first place had been 100% organic and authentic! And then I wondered why all the hustling just wasn’t working 😛 admittedly I had some amazing opportunities during that time I was (and still am) very grateful for but I eventually realised that to grow my ‘brand’ and blog I was going to have to keep playing the game, even up it, and I just didn’t have the heart for it. I get the impression, certainly in the UK where I currently live, that things are a bit different now and I have had my moments of wondering whether I did the right thing stepping away…but blogging for myself and just writing about what I find interesting and relevant has made me happier than free running clothes ever did (though I do miss that sometimes – I didn’t have to buy running clothes for about five years! :P)
Thank you for keeping it real and saying all the things I’ve never quite found the right words for. Next time I’m home in Oz I hope we can find time for a real-life chat about blogging and the royal family and books and veggie food and all the cool things I come to this site for 🙂 xx
Stacey says
Oh I’d love to have a cup of tea with you! We can chat about the good old days and wonder where we’re all headed next. all while we keep treading the boards of the foundations that never change x
Sia Aristidou says
Hey Stacey,
I love reading your blog!! Your writing is witty and inspiring and you always make me giggle before getting to the end of the post (I usually read the whole thing and don’t just skim through the post as with so many other email subscriptions these days!)
Congratulations on your 8 years of blogging. Good on you for always keeping it real. Love that you are still here xx
Sia
Stacey says
Ah the curse of the skim! I appreciate you reading it all. Thanks for everything, Sia x
Narelle says
I thought no you’re Awesome!!! I have been following you for 5 years & I love your authenticity & wish you & your family all the happiness & abundance.
I too type Ve into the google bar & up you pop, please keep writing. Xxx
Stacey says
I’ll keep writing if you keep reading – thanks for being here for the bulk of it! xo
Janw says
Congratulations on 8 years! That seems like forever in blogging years. 🙂 Well done!
Stacey says
Ha yes it does, doesn’t it? And to still be going… that’s the real kicker