ahaa, i just saw louise's stories and realised that she was at winter wonderland too - although she was with her whole family, presumably because she was actually invited, unlike babs and erin who were tagging along as a friend's plus two. presumably because babs just isn't well-known enough in the instagramming sphere to warrant her own invite. awks. note how both babs and alison perry; yet another instamum doing far better for herself than babs - hence her actually receiving an invite! - are both wearing matching pleather trousers, which is presumably where babs stole the idea from in the first place. i'm sure alison really wanted to twin. in public. with someone as cringe as babs, who probably spent the whole time talking about the sweat dripping inbetween her legs. it just screams desperation. and babs wonders why she loses friends. she's already twinning with her eight year old daughter, yet still completely fails to realise it's not cute to twin with your grown-up bff, redominantly because you're not seven. mega cringe.
i love how not only did louise specifically NOT meet up with babs - despite them being in the same location - she specifically mentions bumping into motherpukka in her stories, which babs will have undoubtedly taken as a personal slight. she must be FUMING. first louise didn't tell her about her new podcast, and then replied to her comment in a scathing "i don't tell you everything emma - it's not like we're bffs" tone, but then she totally shuns her at an event literally packed full of instagrammers, that emma herself didn't even receive her own invite to! double ouch.
problem is, louise and alison - who will also undoubtedly realise what a leech babs is and ditch her just like louise has - are both doing really well for themselves, with podcasts, bestselling novels and journalism to boast of between them, they are succeeding outside of the gram. emma, however, literally lives her life squeezed into the little squares of her grid, and is lucky if she can instabeg an #ad with home bargains. add that to her incredibly cringe behaviour on the gram and she is, quite frankly, an embarrassment. she's crude, she's vulgar, she's just vile. and she seems completely unable to step away from her total obsession with disney to realise why that may be preventing her from getting bigger and better sponsorships and ads, or why brands may not want to associate with her.
ultimately, she's just not someone you'd want to be seen with or associate with, knowing she'll try to shoulder in and involve herself in your achievements - no doubt if emma had known about louise's podcasts earlier, she would have been angling for a spot in one of the episodes, and louise is hardly going to place her new venture at risk by allowing babs to totally lower the tone, letting her loose to talk utter shite about how, ha ha ha, she's wearing no pants and spends her weekend dancing around in her underwear with empty toilet rolls attached to her tits. classy. thus, understandably, louise has distanced herself from babs. which sucks for her, but it's really a prime opportunity to take a look at why her friends keep ditching her.
thinking about it, this is quite possibly where all this "i'm too old" crap is coming from. babs can see all these people who used to class her as a friend moving forward, being offered new opportunities, getting involved with new things and becoming successful, whilst she; emma, 42, ex-RE teacher, degree in philosophy is sat wearing no underwear at four in the afternoon, binge watching teen mom whilst simultaneously re-sending insta-begging emails to endless companies with no response, wondering why she isn't one of the instamums managing to make a name for herself. focusing on age as the problem is the easy option as it allows her to avoid having to look deeper and identify the real issues. she's likely noted that, coincidentally, both louise and alison - and some of the other instamums - are a good ten years younger than her, thus she's put two and two together, and made five.
it's not your age babs, it's because you're a bibbidi bobbidi bellend.