ABOUT 2017
Hi, I’m Tracey, but my friends call me Trae.
My favourite colour is grey, I’m a big fan of Lecrae and The Weeknd, I love phone photography, and I’m completely obsessed with anything vintage (somebody please save me).
This isn’t a niche blog.
It’s simply my little corner of the internet, a personal space where I get to share my life as I navigate it without a compass.
Here, you’ll find a bit of everything:
the highs and lows, the setbacks and the comebacks, the style moments, the food adventures, the art obsessions, and all the in‑betweens that make life interesting with a sprinkle of chaos.
I’m far from perfect, and I’m unsure about many things, but I’m hoping we can learn from each other along the way.
So stick around.
Let’s have fun, grow, and glow together.
I don’t really know how to end this… so let’s just end it here.
ABOUT (2024)
2017 Tracey was such a baby at heart. And even though so much has changed since then (so much growth, so many plot twists). I’m still not too far from the girl who first started this blog. So… allow me to reintroduce this space.
TraceyEveryday is my soft spot. It’s the corner of the internet that hugs you back. A place where you can show up exactly as you are, no judgment, no pressure, no need to have it all figured out. Here, you’ll see me living life one day at a time, sometimes gracefully, sometimes chaotically, but always honestly (I guess).
I share a little bit of everything because, truthfully, I’m a girl with depth and layers. I don’t fit into one box, and neither does this blog. You’ll find stories, reflections, style moments, random thoughts, and all the tiny pieces of life that make us realise we’re not so different after all.
So welcome (back) to my world, soft, messy, layered, and growing.
ABOUT (2025)
2025 Tracey is definitely exhausted (why didn’t anyone warn me about adulting?)
She’s still a big fan of Lecrae and The Weeknd (some things never change). I’m still trying to make sense of life one tiny step at a time, navigating bills, responsibilities, unexpected plot twists, and the emotional Olympics that come with being a grown woman. I’m learning how to rest without feeling guilty, how to set boundaries without apologising, and how to show up for myself even on the days when I would rather disappear under a blanket.
I definitely do not have everything figured out (not even close), but I’m learning. Slowly. Softly. Clumsily. (emphasis on slowly)
And honestly, that’s enough for now.
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