Here’s the thing: taking pictures is not a pleasure. I have to balance the camera on top of a pile of flat things on top of my bed, set the timer, race into the frame while avoiding the vampire cat who insists on showing me how it’s done, balance on a stool for half the pictures so I can get the whole outfit into two shots. Then I have to edit my head out of my pictures (you’re welcome) and be amazed all over again at how hilariously un-photogenic I am. I have a recurring nightmare that I will die in a fiery crash and people will find the entire series of unflattering self-shot photos on my computer and that someone will arrange a slide show of them to be shown at the funeral. Actually, that might be good for a laugh. Sometimes I like to think about ways that I can lighten the mood at my own funeral.
So blogging, which has been this project I did entirely for myself and which has unexpectedly brought the fantastic StyleNation into my days, is becoming anxiety-producing because I am spread too thin to do a decent job of it. And that is stupid. Because, as the wise and wonderful My Edit noted recently, blogging is a hobby. For me it is, and I like to suck at most of my hobbies. That’s why I don’t blog professionally (though I’m sort of trying to retain my amateur status to be eligible for the Olympics. They have that, right?).
So this month, I’ve got to order my affairs and I’m probably not going to be invited to the Blogging Olympic trials. Because for me blogging isn’t just posting pictures of what I wear, that’s the minimum requirement; it’s more about reading your blogs, commenting on what you’re doing and wearing, and being an active member of StyleNation. And right now, I’m going to suck at that, because I can’t carve out the time for it.
Orchids in Buttonholes alerted me to the initiative of A Working Mom’s Closet to raise awareness for breast cancer during the month of October by wearing pink everyday. I don’t own enough pink to wear it everyday, and I especially do not own enough professorial pink, but when I wear it (usually in the shoe region), I’ll post it. Here’s a taste of my professorial pink:
Navy Wool Check Skirt: All Saints
Pink Ballerinas: Bloch
Grey Wool Skirt: Banana Republic
Pink Wedges: Two Lips
Skirt length: wrong for me
And, because he hates to be left out of the action,