I have a terrible habit of letting my crushing self-doubt affect my life. For example, on average, I spend 50-odd hours a week working on the blog. I write mock ups of posts in a notebook I keep in my purse, browse other blogs and sites for inspiration or an interesting tidbit I could share with you all, participate in forums, composing outfits, taking pictures, and window shopping. And yet, at night, dressed in my pjs, curled up on the couch trying to figure out which post to use for an update, I begin to analyze and agonize over what I've written.
I don't know what I'm talking about... This is just what I think would be a good trend. Why aren't there more bow ties for women? Do women want to wear bow ties? I sure do. But that will definitely get weird looks around here. Damn being a drag queen in a redneck town! Ugh, this idea is total crap, why did I think that would be a good idea? I have no formal training, and my blundering attempts at being fashionable are still in their infancy. Guess that's what happens when you spend most of your life as a tomboy and suddenly decide that you can be a stylish lady in stylish lady clothing. Awkward nerd is more like it. Man.... fuck this.
And that's usually the point of the night where I start drinking. Heavily.
Unfortunately, I've discovered that wine makes me more willing to post what I feel is a sub par post, as well as confess my dark secrets, dance like a maniac, kiss boys, and make bad decisions. Like challenging a drag queen to a cartwheel-off in the parking lot of the gay bar. In dresses and sky high heels. On asphalt.
Anyways, what I mean to say is that I'm working on ignoring/overcoming my self-doubts so that I can continue to share my ridiculous opinions on fashion, DIY, furniture, cooking, child rearing, and life with you all.
Brutal honesty, baby.
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