Hiya! I’m Olivia Smith, the one behind viona.space, and this is my Privacy Policy—basically a rundown of how I handle your info when you pop by my little blog. I’m a Yorkshire gal nattering about home décor, cleaning hacks, laundry tips, and party ideas, not some big corporation with a filing cabinet of secrets. This site’s just me sharing my daft thoughts, maybe with a few Google AdSense ads to keep the tea cupboard stocked. I’ve written this to keep things clear and honest—cos I’d rather be faffing with cushions than faffing with rules. It’s a bit long, but stick with me—I’ll keep it friendly!
Last Updated: March 11, 2025
1. What This Policy Covers
This Privacy Policy is for viona.space (that’s https://viona.space/), my blog where I ramble about homes and the chaos of keeping ‘em nice. It’s about what happens when you visit—whether you’re reading my latest post on stain removal or emailing me about a party flop. I’m not selling anything, so I’m not after your wallet—just here to share and maybe have a natter. This policy explains what info I might pick up, what I do with it (spoiler: not much), and how Google’s ads fit in. If you’re okay with that, brill—if not, no hard feelings!
2. Who I Am
I’m Olivia Smith, a lass from Yorkshire now pottering about in Manchester with my partner Tom and our tabby menace, Luna. I run viona.space from my kitchen table, scribbling posts about décor I’ve nabbed from charity shops or cleaning tricks I’ve botched before perfecting. Contact me at jerimpeter491@gmail.com if you’ve got questions—I’m a real person, not a faceless bot, though Luna might delay my reply if she’s sat on the laptop again.
3. What Info I Collect
I’m not a data hoarder—honest! Since this is a blog, I don’t ask for much. Here’s what might come my way:
- Stuff You Give Me: If you email me at jerimpeter491@gmail.com with a “Help, Olivia, my sofa’s a mess!” or a “Loved your party idea!”, I’ll see your email address and whatever you write. That’s it—no forms, no sign-ups, just old-school inbox chat.
- Stuff the Site Picks Up: Like most websites, my hosting might log bits when you visit—your IP address, what browser you’re on (Chrome? Firefox?), or which page you lingered on (hope it’s the fairy light one!). It’s automatic, not me snooping—I barely understand the techy side!
- Google AdSense Bits: If I’ve got ads running (fingers crossed Google says yes), they might collect their own data—like cookies or what you’ve clicked elsewhere online—to show you ads for mops or cushions. That’s Google’s gig, not mine—more on that below.
I’m not asking for your name, address, or star sign—none of that faff. If you don’t email me, it’s just the techy crumbs websites naturally drop.
4. How I Use Your Info
Since I’m not selling or stalking, I don’t do much with what I get:
- Emails: If you send me a message, I’ll use your email to reply—say, “Ta for writing! Try vinegar on that stain.” I might keep it in my inbox to remember you’re a mate of the blog, but I’m not building a creepy database.
- Site Stats: The hosting folks might tell me how many people visited or which post’s a hit (please let it be the laundry one!). It’s just numbers—no names or faces—so I know what you lot like.
- Ads: Google AdSense, if I use it, does its own thing with data—showing you ads based on your browsing habits. I don’t see that info or pick the ads; I just get a few pence if you click.
I’m not flogging your details to anyone—promise. No spam lists, no shady deals—just me trying to keep viona.space ticking.
5. Cookies and Tracking
Cookies sound tasty, but here they’re just techy bits. Here’s the deal:
- Site Cookies: My blog might use basic cookies to keep things running—like remembering you’ve been here so it loads faster next time. Nothing fancy.
- AdSense Cookies: If Google AdSense ads are on, they’ll drop cookies too—tracking what you’ve looked at online to guess if you’d rather see ads for paint or pet food. That’s how they roll—I don’t control it or see what they nab.
- Your Choice: You can tell your browser to shoo cookies away (check its settings—usually under “privacy”). Might make the site a bit clunky, but it’s your call.
I’m not a cookie monster—just letting Google do its ad thing while I focus on writing about bunting.
6. Who I Share Info With
I’m not one for gossip, so I don’t share much:
- No One, Mostly: Your email stays with me—I’m not passing it to randoms or selling it for a fiver. Site stats? Just me and my hosting crew see those, and they’re boring numbers anyway.
- Google AdSense: If ads are live, Google’s the big player. They might use your data (via cookies or whatever) to target ads, but I don’t get a peek at that—it’s their sandbox. Check Google’s Privacy Policy if you’re curious—they’ve got the nitty-gritty.
- Legal Stuff: If coppers knock on my door with a warrant (unlikely over a blog about towels!), I’d have to hand over what I’ve got. But that’s a “break glass in emergency” thing—never happened, hope it never does.
No shady third parties here—just me, Google’s ad bots, and the odd legal what-if.
7. How I Keep It Safe
I’m not a tech whizz, but I try. Emails you send sit in my Gmail, locked with a password Luna hasn’t guessed yet. The site’s hosted by folks who promise they’ve got security sorted—firewalls, encryption, all that jazz. I can’t stop every hacker in the world (wish I could!), but I’m not daft enough to leave your info flapping in the breeze. If something goes wrong—like a breach—I’ll let you know sharpish, assuming I’ve got your email to ping.
8. Your Rights
You’ve got say over your info—here’s what you can do:
- Ask Me: Want to know what I’ve got on you? Email jerimpeter491@gmail.com and say “Olivia, what’ve you got?” I’ll dig through my inbox and tell you—probably just your email and our chat.
- Delete It: If you’ve emailed me and want it gone, say so—I’ll zap it from my inbox, no fuss.
- Ads Stuff: Google’s ads are trickier—check their Ad Settings to tweak what they show you or opt out of personalized ads.
I’m not hoarding your life story, so there’s not much to wrestle back—just keeping it simple.
9. How Long I Keep It
I’m not a pack rat:
- Emails: If we’ve swapped messages, I might keep ‘em ‘til my inbox groans—could be months, could be years—cos I like remembering who’s popped by. Tell me to delete, and they’re gone.
- Site Data: Hosting logs (IP stuff) might stick around a bit—depends on their rules—but I don’t cling to it. Google’s ad data? That’s on their clock—could be ages, but I don’t see it.
Once it’s not useful (or you say “bin it”), it’s out the door.
10. Kids and This Blog
Viona.space isn’t aimed at little ‘uns—more for grown-ups who care about curtains or laundry piles. I’m not collecting kiddie data on purpose, and if you’re under 16, maybe get your folks to have a peek first. No harm in a kid reading about fairy lights, but I’m not chasing their info—Google’s ads might, though, so heads-up there.
11. Changes to This Policy
I might tweak this if Google gets fussy or I spill tea on the rules (kidding—sort of). I’ll slap the “Last Updated” date at the top—March 11, 2025, right now—so you know what’s fresh. Keep popping by? That’s you saying “yep” to any changes. I’ll try to flag big shifts if I can.
12. Where This Applies
I’m in Manchester, UK, tapping this out between cups of Earl Grey. So, UK laws (like GDPR if you’re into acronyms) call the shots. If you’re visiting from Timbuktu or Texas, your local rules might differ—worth a think, but I’m sticking to my patch.
13. Questions or Natter?
Confused? Want to chat about this—or why Luna’s obsessed with my laundry basket? Email me at jerimpeter491@gmail.com. I’m not instant—might be mid-DIY or wrestling a mop—but I’ll get back to you. This blog’s a one-woman show, so bear with me—I’m here to help, not hide.
14. The Short Version
Here’s the gist: I’m not after your secrets, just sharing mine. I might see your email if you write, the site logs boring tech bits, and Google’s ads do their own dance. I keep it safe-ish, don’t sell it, and you can tell me to shove off if you like. Viona.space is about homes, not headaches—let’s keep it that way.
Cheers for sticking with this epic read—you’re a star! Hope you enjoy the blog.
Ta-ra,
Olivia Smith