
Blogging awards, they are funny old things. On the one hand I love them, they are a public acknowledgement for a job well done, for working hard, for engaging your readers. Then on the other I loathe them, they can be a popularity contest, with those who shout the loudest winning.
My love:hate relationship with blogging awards
has been going on since 2011 when I was a finalist in the family life category
of the MAD blog awards. I’d only seriously been blogging for around a year and
I was so made up that my readers would nominate me and then vote for me. I
honestly thought I’d win, not from a vanity point of view, thinking I was the
best but I was just swept away with the glamour and accolade of it.
I didn’t win, Jane at Northern Mum did and it
was well deserved as she has an awesome comic voice that I could never hope to
emulate. I remember dusting my pride off and thinking ‘oh well, there’s always
next year’ and for a few years I continued to be nominated and then a finalist
in both the MADs and the BIBs. Always the bridesmaid and never the bride is the
phrase that comes to mind.
Left to right: Penny, Clare, Gemma, me, Michelle and Anya |