Is it really Monday already? This weekend went by too fast, mostly due to the usual lack of sleep. I had a good weekend, but then there was that 4:30 am shift at the front desk and 2:00 am trip to the ER with my friend who was having an asthma attack (she's fine now). If only there were more hours in the day.
I've been reading more than a few of my favorite bloggers reflect on blogging recently (did I miss some sort of "reflect on blogging" memo?) which has, of course, cause me to do my own reflecting. In doing so, I realized that my biggest reason for blogging was one I had never even thought of: an escape. I've always considered myself a "bad" college student, or perhaps I'm just a bad Midwest college student. I often feel that I have a hard time relating to most of my peers. I have to bite my tongue when they talk in detail about what I feel to bad TV shows or movies, I can't stand the music they listen to, I sigh in frustration when I drive past frat parties, I tune out when acquaintances tell me about who they made out with while they were drunk, and I can't ever see myself wearing a t-shirt and sweats to class. That last one has proved especially hard for me as I often have to deal with not-very-subtle judgmental glances when I walk through campus in peter pan collars and pleated skirts. Though I've since figured out that I shouldn't care, I spent most of freshman year toning down how I dress and feeling uncomfortable. I never let it get to me too much (I'm hardly an emotional person), but I definitely had a tough freshman year.
What I'm trying to get at, is that blogging is an escape from college students. I finally have a community full of women who praise each other for dressing up. Every time I pull something out of my closet and think, "maybe this would be too much to wear to class," I think about how much my readers or blog friends would appreciate it and decide that outweighs the negative. Now, entering my junior year, I don't have a problem wearing an outfit like this around campus, even though I got my share of weird looks. I'm in constant contact with people who are giddy with delight over vintage finds or share my excitement over a new issue of Lula. I'm always finding more bloggers who listen to the same music or like the same movies as I do. Whenever I feel surrounded by people who I can't relate with (though, rest assured, I do have a strong group of friends who I can), I can always open up blogs and feel a sense of acceptance.
If this sounds sad at all, my intention was the opposite. I feel so much better about what I wear and what interests me now that I have this blog. If I needed to justify why I spend so much time caring about this blog (which I don't), this would be one of my biggest reasons. So, thank you to all of the kind, talented, intelligent, cultured, stylish, unique women I have met and will meet in the future.
That being said, I did have quite a few people stop and stare as my sister-in-law took these photos of me outside the union on Friday and the occasional dude making comments. Obviously, it was worth it because this location was too gorgeous not to shoot at. On an unrelated note, my shirt has bunnies on it. I think it speaks for itself.
Also: Modcloth's Last Hurrah sale. I've made a huge mistake.
Top: T.J. Maxx
Skirt: Romwe
Shoes: UO
Bag: T.J. Maxx
Belt: Thrifted
Bracelet: Forever 21
