She just needs a pile of dog eared Take a Break magazines from 2017 and some used polystyrene cups on the table, and Magic FM constantly playing at an annoying level and she’d have nailed that look.I don’t understand that room. We have a sticky out alcove bit like that, but it’s because the wall was knocked through between the dining room and lounge. I’m wondering if there was originally a corridor between the room and the window or something but it’s starting to hurt my brain looking at it. Her decor is so dingy and stark as well. It looks like the waiting room in a charity drug advisory centre, like the furniture has all been donated from a house clearance.
I actually can’t wait to see what she does next.
Was the dress code ‘toddlers and drama teachers’?She looks like an explosion in a custard factory. The whole panel, sartorially speaking, are what we call in the trade “a fucking state”.
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Exactly. The only one shutting down discussion is her because she didn’t actually want a discussion, she just wanted sympathy for her diamond shoes being a bit tight.I hate it when they say people are stifling discussion or shutting things down.
No, what’s happening is people are saying things that you don’t want to hear so you throw a strop and delete it all.
They just want echo chambers.
The problem is, everything in this house looks like it belongs elsewhere. This bathroom looks like a swimming pool changing room. They seem to have no idea how to make it a home. Not saying I would. But I’m not an influencer.Does she even realise how spoilt and petulant she sounds ? Like we don't all have things that we don't like in our house? Do we change it right away because we don't like it? Something as vitals as tiles colors ? She's so disconnected I just can't anymore
Also admitting she never test anything when she's in the middle of a major reno
Yes, yes, yes to all of it. I remember pricing up a Tiba & Marl bag when I had my second child along with a Selfish Mother MAMA sweatshirt as I believed through their incessant, deceptive selling that these things were intrinsic to me being the best mum. OG Clemmie is a midwife - it beggars belief that she preyed on her own kind. Thankfully I saw the light before I pressed the buy button on any of those Instahun products. They don’t have consciences.And it’s why people like Clemmie will always be so far from relatable. They do horrendously fuck up businesses, run out of cash and then mummy, daddy and the inlaws step in to sort it all out. And of course Aunt Ada has a bolt hole in Thailand, daaaarling, to recover from the stress, while 99% of other families who declare bankruptcy can only dream of a wet week at pontins in 5 years time.
It’s how the instamums origionally duped followers into buying stuff. They tried to pretend were normal so claire who worked part time at the council offices would spunk hundreds up the wall on the baby products they were advertising. “If you buy this, you will just be a more put together and polished version of yourself, like we are!” Such a load of bullshit.
Difficult question but how many children perhaps wouldn’t have been added to these Insta-broods (and those of the sheep followers) if it wasn’t for the mummy-blogger industrial complex juggernaut? I’m guessing quite few.And what were they ever insta famous for? Being thick, middle class, posh women from London, popping out kids.
Post-pandemic and in the middle of the COL crisis, the whole thing seems utterly mad that it was ever given any credibility. It seems like something you'd do as a parody now.
She rode the Instamum wave at exactly the right moment, back when all you needed to be seen as “aspirational” was be posh, white, wealthy, private schooled and called Clementine.I'm so baffled by how she became an influencer, not stylish, not funny, not relatable, skanky house.
How did it happen???