I miss being a fashion blogger. I miss taking pictures. And online shopping. And tweeting. Especially living alone, tweeting is a nice communication device when you feel like you’ve been talking to the dogs too much. I knew that I needed to sit down and write a post when I was walking down my hallway that I just got a new carpet runner for (courtesy of carpet scraps from work!) and turned to say to the dogs, “Isn’t this runner nice?” And they were just stretching and yawning, because this girl just rolled out of bed, because I am working second shift tonight. But I’ve had a few dilemmas trying to jump back into fashion blogging, so hey, let’s do this is true Sarah-style and make a list:
So, that’s my confession. Did I diet? No. Did I start making “healthier choices?” No. Did I <insert another of the million other euphemisms for diet here> ? No. People keep asking what I did or what I’m doing, and really, I don’t know. I’m less stressed by life. I walk EVERYWHERE. Until recently I lived up a vertical hill that I had to climb everyday after work. And I don’t make much money, so I don’t go out to eat or order in very much. (Though Dominos and I still try to meet up a couple times a month.) Why is this a blogging problem? Um…none of my clothes fit. Even the smallest pair of jeans I managed to dig out of the depths of my closet are loose after a few hours. Currently I live in either my work uniform, which is black pants and a button down shirt, or tee-shirts and jeans. Thank goodness I am obsessed with big belts because I have been able to belt some of my dresses for my sales days at work. But otherwise, I feel ridiculously unfashionable. And it sucks, because I have some REALLY AWESOME CLOTHES that I REALLY MISS WEARING. Which brings me to my next point…
(A blog-break to point out that I was just chastising Hami for ripping a hole in my afghan, and yelling, “NO! I LOVE THIS AFGHAN!” Do you see why I need my blogging buddies?)
I went from a two-person household where we both had decent income, to a single person household and a huge cut in pay. I went from a girl that was used to dropping $100 here and there for clothes, getting new Coach bags for most holidays, and never really having to worry about having some cash, to being able to count my clothing purchases in the past 8 months on one hand and selling every Coach bag I owned. I’m not saying, “Oh poooooor Sarah, she can’t shop!” at all. I absolutely ADORE my life. I have a two bedroom apartment ALL TO MYSELF. I have a group of friends like I’ve never had in my life! But the reality is, I choose to spend my little bit of extra cash on other things. Like birthday presents for the dogs. And outlet converters. And bottles of white wine. And whenever I try to online shop, I just feel overwhelmingly guilty. I’m pretty much only comfortable spending around $20. CAN I EVEN BUY SOMETHING FOR THAT?!
Really, I am. I get on twitter, and I have no idea what’s going on. I used to be a Twitter junkie. And all caught up on blogs, lives, shopping. Now, I’m mostly clueless and not sure how to jump in (or if I should!) It feels like I used to sit at the cool kids table in the cafeteria, and then I got mono or something, and when I came back, I no longer had a seat. (Points for metaphor, self.) And in true Sarah-fashion, I feel like awkward/paranoid/wicked out of place. So, that’s a big obstacle.
So, what I want to do is relearn fashion blogging. New me, new life. And I’d like some help. Some help dealing with clothes that are too big (however, keep in mind I can’t sew, so other useful suggestions), how to shop on $20, and most importantly, some help rejoining all of you. So, if, um, there is anyone out there, help. And now I have to go take a shower, because my 2pm second-shift alarm is going off on my iPhone.