Skirt? Kopa, thrifted
Shirt? Signature, Winners
Shoes? French Connection
Leather Bomber? Costa Blanca (I never shop there but $50!...)
Necklace? Antique store
Belt? Michael Kors, Winners
We're getting personal on this blog again... It's natural for some daily life details and general feelings to slip out but in general, I do want my blog to be a place to get dressed and talk smack. So simple, right? But it isn't always so simple.
Yes, last week sucked but if we're going to be honest (as one should always be, unless a friend asks 'is she prettier than me?') this whole spring has been really overwhelming and crazy for a plethora of reasons. I hate that I haven't had as much time to blog or even to enjoy blogging. It's made me start pondering the same question that has been bothering philosophers for centuries... why am I fashion blogging? It is so much work and energy and I'm not raking in pennies, products or perks... People I haven't seen in AGES can google me and find this... me in all my superficial glory. Why do I do this?
And then this morning I reached in the closet for my blue plaid shirt and the meaning of life came to me... ok, maybe not the meaning of life. But it did give me some clarity on why I love style blogging. If I wasn't wasting our mutual time (you by reading, me by posing and writing) with MyEdit, I would probably just be watching more reality tv to escape the pressures of life. AND I would be wearing this plaid shirt with jeans, sometimes skinny jeans, sometimes distressed jeans, sometimes with heels and sometimes with a nice pair of sandals but I would never have worn it like this, or this, or this, or this, or this, or this...