So I had this whole post planned for today, and it was going to be about shoes. The title would’ve been some kind of play on words like “Sole Sisters” or “Shoe-in.” I probably would have spent a good amount of time editing, and re-editing and then changing the 3rd round of edits to make sure every t was crossed and i was dotted. It would result as a cute little post about spring sandals for you all to indulge in before minimizing your window as a co-worker walks by. (I’ve been both the offender, and the passer-by colleague, it’s cool, your secret is safe with me). And it would have been like 280939791562 other blog posts that exist on the interwebs.
I’ve been toying with just giving up the whole blog thing because I mean, really, who is reading this? You’ll notice I don’t have a “Press” tab at the top of the page. There aren’t editors knocking down my wordpress door asking me to contribute to next month’s column on self-tanner disasters or the perfect cocktail dress for an outdoor wedding. I get an occasional comment here or there, and to be honest, my day is sometimes brightened when someone retweets my content. (The day @LillyPulitzer replied to me via Twitter I think I died and went to shift dress heaven).
But then I realized, I shouldn’t really be doing it for anyone other than myself. And yes, while I too love to indulge in girly fashion blogs that feature endless photos of girls staring down at their feet in the middle of street with their camera facing leg popped behind them (what is with this pose? nobody stands like that. ever.) I’m never going to be that girl. And quite frankly, I don’t even want to be that girl.
Truth is: 130% percent of the time, you can find me in my boyfriend’s lacrosse t-shirts & sweatpants watching Bravo and eating candy. More often than not, a coat of tinted moisturizer with mascara and chap stick do the trick for me. I have no interest in attending any sort of “arm-party” (you can’t possibly use that term & simultaneously feel like a legitimate human) and I refuse to buy ANYTHING unless it is on sale. As a matter of fact, I will shamelessly admit that I waited for a pair of ankle boots at TARGET to go on sale, went back weeks later & bought them, only to return them because, well, they cut the line of my already very short legs off at the ankles. Mind you, I have since purchased my 4th pair of ankle boots and have all of 2 outfits that they look good with, but sometimes you just have to do yourself the solid and buy something because you LIKE it.
POINT is – for all of you regular readers (I’m talking to you, mom, Alex, Madi & Liz) I’m hoping to change things up around here. I’ve decided to keep writing, for the time being, just on different topics. Topics that matter a little bit more to the universe and greater human population than how to mix floral & plaid in your wardrobe and banana based muffin recipes. You can look forward to more honesty, and with that, more humor. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a girl who loves her shoes & can’t help but eagerly pin every Nutella recipe on Pinterest & there will still be some of that. But, for every 100 “lifestyle blogs” there is 1 tell-it-like-it-is blog, so I’m hoping to join the ranks of the latter.
My readership may double overnight, or decrease 10-fold, but either way, I’ll probably have more fun just being myself on this here blog.