My life is more dramatic than a Lifetime movie. And I'm not even exaggerating a little bit! Follow along on Instagram @thedixiebellediaries
Southern millennial trophy wife. Interests include smocked baby clothes, Jenny Lind high chairs, college football, wine, acting fancy, and being basic.
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The Dixie Belle Diaries

I’m sure by now y’all are all thinking OMG why can’t this girl just make up her dang mind and stop changing her effing blog name?!? 

I’m right there with you. Trust me. The last six months have been a bit of a roller coaster. I’ve thrown myself headfirst into this blogging universe, and everything just happened so fast that I didn’t ever have a chance to sit down and think about what I wanted this blog to be. You’ve caught me– I’ve been winging it the entire time. For those of you that have stuck around and actually enjoy reading about the random things I decide to write about– let me just say thank y’all SO. MUCH. The feedback I have gotten from y’all has been my driving force.

That being said, I have gone through so many name changes as I’ve come to discover what my so-called niche is. Let’s see, so I started with Secret Life of the Stay at Home Wife. Catchy, but too long for a good hashtag (#firstworldproblems). Then there was The Dixie Belle Mommy. Better, but I’m more than just a mommy. I like fashion and wine and food and travel… so I needed to find a more suitable lifestyle blogger name. The Dixie Belle Blog. I liked it, but it never felt right. Plus, I hate the word “blog.” Don’t ask me why. I just don’t like it.

So I was driving out to the river on a gorgeous sunny morning– listening to Zac Brown Band, of all things, and daydreaming about what hashtags I was going to use for my next outfit of the day post (you know you’re a blogger when you think in terms of hashtags). And somewhere between #stylishmomsociety and #stylediaries, it just hit me.

THE DIXIE BELLE DIARIES. I mean, that’s essentially what this is, right? It’s like a journal I’m writing about whatever I’m thinking about. The only thing that’s different from a childhood diary is that I don’t care if people read this. In fact, I want people to read it. I want people to read it if they’re bored. If they’re uninspired. If they feel alone. If they need entertainment. If they want to know the proper way to dress a southern child. If they just want to make fun of me for being a materialistic millennial. If they want to commiserate over the series of unfortunate events that was 2016. Or if they just like reading about other people’s lives. I know I enjoy doing that, so I can’t be the only one. Or maybe I am, and that’s okay too. If being nosey is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.

So yeah. That’s why I changed my blog name. Again. I think that this is the last time. But I’m not making any promises. Love you mean it.

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