Calling her down

So when you get to 47, everything shows on your face. Every late night, every moment worrying over a poorly child, every stressful conversation...add in going to bed with soaking wet hair (hello gravity-defying barnet) and that's me today. So do I take to a darkened corner and apply multiple layers of Aldi's miracle £3.00 beauty serum? Hell do I. No! I take my camera and I go filming in the fields. And, because I ramble like a bunch of ramblers in national rambling week, I have to edit it with a blunt axe. I hope you'll get my drift.

Video #3 from Jo H. on Vimeo.

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Unvlogging

I felt like vlogging so I did. In my messy bedroom and without any real idea what I was going to say. I'll work on that I think because it turns out this vlogging business is a bit of a waste of time unless there's an actual, real life point. Oh and at some point I'm labouring under the misapprehension that I'm flashing my wrist tattoo at the camera. As you'll see...I'm not. But that's what I thought I was doing. Not some 'Power To The People' type revolutionary salute.

Seriously.

Vlog 2 from Jo H. on Vimeo.


Is there such a thing as unvlogging. Like unschooling? Because I think that's what I'm doing :)

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