It’s called “I’ve bought a bleeping money pit”
Times twoIt’s called “I’ve bought a bleeping money pit”
Because she needs something to cover her growing disillusionment with influencing and lack of content.If it’s not “her story to tell” why is she writing about it?
I have ALL this FREE stuff snd my life is still just dreadful, guuuuyyyyysss. Please feel sorry for me because it’s not the RIGHT free stuff. I got money off a trip to the Maldives in the off season but I really wanted a freebie wrap around extension. FEEL MY PAIN.All the Insta huns that say ‘my life may look perfect but it isn’t’ piss me off. You’ve intentionally curated it to look like that to sell stuff. We’re not idiots for thinking it.
Exactly thisI have ALL this FREE stuff snd my life is still just dreadful, guuuuyyyyysss. Please feel sorry for me because it’s not the RIGHT free stuff. I got money off a trip to the Maldives in the off season but I really wanted a freebie wrap around extension. FEEL MY PAIN.
Basically this. Coupled with the panic of the reality of what happens to your house/environment not being in your control as you’re reliant on the munificence of whatever company decides to gift you stuff. Imagine constantly refreshing your emails hoping someone might offer you a free central heating system. But you can only take that up once someone else agrees to fund the new kitchen etc.
Obviously you can’t say this on Insta or you WOULD confirm worst fears that you’re a gigantic knob. So you have to comfort yourself with free food and Neom candles etc in the interim. But occasionally a fit of the gnashes about the UNFAIRNESS of this (why can’t Neom maybe fund a room make over instead of sending all these bleeping free candles?!) take over and you can’t stop yourself from posting a pass-ag post on Instagram. Probs when your husband loses patience at your constant moaning about not having enough money to make your clashing interior decor of dreams all come true.. There’s a limit to how many implants one guy can place you know!
I wonder too. This is Katie’s “job” but it has actually materially disadvantaged the rest of the family. For a year, they have been living in (according to Katie) a freezing tit tip. There was absolutely no need for this. They could have stayed in their previous, much more comfortable, house. If the monster of Instagram was coming to and end due to “lack of content”, go back to dentistry. Simple. This was all very easily avoided. I have no sympathy for the adults in this situation, a lot of sympathy for the children who have been moved here and one of whom has to put up with their knicker drawer being rifled through by some random professional tidier-upper and filmed by her mother for joe public to see for money. Most parents are trying to protect their children’s privacy and dignity and then you have this? Just no. And not asking for sympathy on the gram or complaining? Get a grip and reread the majority of your past posts and stories in the last 6 months.Exactly this
Her content is so tit. She has duck all to put out. I wonder what her drip of a husband thinks ?
great thread title contenderSometimes things in life just don’t work out how we might want them to. A bit of resilience and focussing on the positives does wonders. At the moment, that account has serious Prince Harry vibes.
Option 3: Sell your other million pound house to get cash for renovationsTwo options. 1. Sell it and make a loss or 2. Accept it will take some time to do up. It is probably thoroughly depressing sitting in the at house every day doom scrolling insta so locum or work in husband’s practice two or three days a week to get out of the house and earn a bit of reliable income. Sitting there wishing for things to change for days on end is literally the worst thing to do.
Very true.Option 3: Sell your other million pound house to get cash for renovations