I don't know if this is the same for you, but sickness seems to invoke a careless attitude towards fashion. As shown in exhibit a -
Exhibit A
Apparently from this picture, I am wearing plenty of layers and I'm sporting my new warm maroon socks with Christmas holly on them. My feelings about this - everybody needs a few pair of Christmas socks that your Mom gives you after black Friday shopping, yes? Yes. And in all reality, who cares if I have been running around in the same shirt since Sunday? Who cares if I wear a coat all over the house even when not going outdoors? Does it really matter if I fashion my beanie for an entire day in class? All I know is that throughout this whole ordeal, I sure am thankful for the kleenex that has become my constant companion.
Exhibit A
Apparently from this picture, I am wearing plenty of layers and I'm sporting my new warm maroon socks with Christmas holly on them. My feelings about this - everybody needs a few pair of Christmas socks that your Mom gives you after black Friday shopping, yes? Yes. And in all reality, who cares if I have been running around in the same shirt since Sunday? Who cares if I wear a coat all over the house even when not going outdoors? Does it really matter if I fashion my beanie for an entire day in class? All I know is that throughout this whole ordeal, I sure am thankful for the kleenex that has become my constant companion.
BOO FOR BEING SICK
But!!! On the flipside, sickness means I got to pay a little attention to my dear friend Mr. Blog. I've been thinking lately that Mr. Blog and I need to spend some more quality time together. This thought process came about because I will admit it, I have a blog fetish. I religiously follow a couple of blogs like Nienie, Darlyblog, and Lauren. Sometimes I look at these people and think, "if only i were better, more witty, cuter, cooler, had more fashion taste, was more fluid of a writer, I could have a cool blog too." But you know what? I don't care. It doesn't matter if I walk around sporting the same outfit for practically 3 days because I am sick. It doesn't matter if I don't have a big exciting life filled with high adventure (at least currently). It doesn't matter if I don't have a husband or kids to write little cute things about. I am what I am right now. And I can choose this day to give my blog as much of a voice as I have in me to write. I look forward, from this day on, to the challenge of articulating the development of myself and those I love through the creativity of this external thing known as my blog. I am what I am, with my mismatched clothes and all, and it is good.
