The Unraveling of Designer Ella * Shopping * Fashion * Blogging * Lifestyle

Yesterday was gloomy and I swear I have “Seasonal Affective Disorder,” in which I get depressed during the Spring & Summer, when the sky is dark and grey when it should be bright. It should be a thing. But my Best Dude Forever (BDF) thinks I’m lazy and whiny. (At first he said I have no disorder, then said I have “lazy” disorder. Tuh!)

Today is unbearably hot in our barely–air-conditioned little house. Opposite, but causing a slightly similar effect. I’m tired and melty. I still exercised, which I need but it made me feel worse in the hot & melt department. Why am I too lazy to go to a proper, nice gym? (At least I have the official disorder as an excuse. ;-))

One thing this means is that I can’t muster the energy and creative forces to blog properly.

But why can’t I have a good excuse to not blog on occasional week days? What I’m doing is not rocket science, and I should get some benefit from my work being so casual.

It may be cash and for entertainment, but it’s still hard work. Product blogging is a specific type of tough. I have to be inspired.

So, it’s only Friday, but gosh, I need the break!

Disorder, no disorder, or even multiple disorders. It’s really my prerogative!

That’s what somebody might say about my first fashion blog started when I didn’t have a clue, Kiss Me, Stace (www.kissmestace.com).

Sure, it’s successful with its name (a recent Google PR rise!) and partly because I did stick with it. But I often regret a silly titling choice.

I started the blog without even a domain name. I really had no idea I would come to love it or fashion blogging so.

It takes some explaining for anyone to get it. I even have to reason with myself to like it anymore (and for quite some time). (Oh, Entry continued, read more »

Fashion has steadily changed me over the last year and a half to two years, most of that from fashion blogging.

Fashion could likely lead to my demise.

To blog about fashion (which is something I somehow decided I wanted to do because I wanted to chronicle shoes and then everything snowballed) one must become an expert. Well that’s true of almost anything.

So in doing this, I must memorize styles of all designers and materials and of course, dress the part.

So …

1. Fashion is eating up my money.
2. I don’t know if I can hold a man when I find him, because—for one, he may not like the fact that I buy 3 (or more) handbags a month that will seem very expensive to him—and two, do men even like that fashionista type? I’m so much more, and aren’t we all, but with my being easily distracted into noticing and blurting out fashion stuff, will guys get that far to see it all?
3. Then I could mention that I’m a part of an industry that is not exactly saving puppies … I’m not exactly writing Pulitzer material. But this is so suited to me—does that say something?

Hmm. So in conclusion, screw any man who doesn’t like me. Forget them all if I must. Do what I love … but make sure to make loads of cash to support my habit.

Okay!

Today’s Handbag: Marc by Marc Jacobs