Monday, June 12, 2017

Word 2: Two Thousand and Ten and Seven Harry Potters

I have been writing this post for six months now ...

I was going to make 2017 a year of simple Book Challenges. I would read what I have, and read what I have said I wanted to. I would re-read the Potters in celebration of twenty years of the first being published and I would start on reading all the Agatha Christies (I hadn't read even one!) I would count the books I read and just do one or two official challenges while also playing along with the Goodreads Seasonal Challenges in the terribly inefficient manner I usually do. It seemed a simple task; I have, instead, had to make a spreadsheet. With colours. And stuff.

Following are the Challenges I am doing this year. I won't tell you the results of last year's challenges—besides 'unfinished'. It doesn't bother me. I read books I may ordinarily have not, I made lists, I enjoyed. I'm happy with journeys and endeavours instead of destinations in all this. Aim for the moon and hit the stars, as they say. For everyone doing a challenge this year—casually, systematically or obsessively—good luck. But mostly—have fun!

Goodreads (GR): Whereby I read books of any nature, topic, genre or style and add it to the tally.

Goal: 110 books

So far: 51 (although GRs says 51 but I know it's lying, I just don't know why?)

My Re-Read the Potters Challenge: Whereby I re-read (6th? time) the entire original Potter oeuvre in celebration of the 20th year anniversary of the first.

(20th Anniversary Edition. I've ordered my new copy, and although numerous quizzes have me in Gryffindor, my love for yellow aligns me with Hufflepuff for my anniversary hardcover collection-to-be.)

Goal: 7 books

So far: 3 and a teeny bit

My Finish my Series' Challenge: Whereby I try to finish what I started and hope to not start too much more in the meantime.

Goal: 81 (that translates to 418 actual books At time of starting; impossible task?)

So far: Finished one series (unless the author writes more), finished twenty books that belong to series', and added fourteen more series' to the list.

My GRs TBR Challenge: Whereby I read the books I said I wanted to read.

Goal: 414 (at time of publishing)

So far: 21 books from the TBR are on the currently reading list, eight finished, and despite and because of added desires and a tidy up, the list is currently at 419 books. Mmm, moving in the right direction? Um, no.

My GRs Best Books of the Year 2016 Via The Library Challenge: Whereby I read the books voted by the interested public as the GRs books of the year for 2016 by borrowing them with my new library card rather than getting a second mortgage.

Goal: 300 books (as you can tell, I'm not doing all the categories—I've left off cookbooks and poetry for example. (Although I may reconsider poetry.)

So far: Started 22, finished seven.

Four by GRs Seasonal Reading Challenges: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn (Fall): Whereby I read books from all the other challenges and try to make them fit into categories in this challenge. Basically.

Goal: As much as possible

So far:

Winter - 60 out of 1075 points (Would 'pathetic' cover that effort?).

Spring - 130 out of 875 points but I wasn't somewhere near a computer to actually post about it when the time came, so does it exist?

My Readers Block's Follow the Clues Mystery Challenge: Whereby you read a number of mystery books which can be proven, in court if necessary, to link one to the next in an evidentiary manner of your choosing.

Goal: Capitol Offence - 12 books in a single chain of evidence

So far: The first clue was The Thousand Dollar Tan Line by Rob Thomas. I found it suspicious that Veronica MARS lives in NEPTUNE. I summised this pointed to a possible science fiction/crime mash-up having occurred and that led to China MiƩville's The City and The City. I quickly realised that when you talk a tale of two cities, that can only mean one thing: London and Paris (or really Bezel and Ul Qoma, but that won't get me far so I'm pleading 'metaphor'). My obvious suspect had to be Behind Closed Doors - a novel set in London and written by BA Paris. I'm a long way off solving this challenge, but I feel we are definitely moving in the right direction. Three books down.

My Soul Called Life Keyword Challenge: Whereby I start a new book at the beginning of every month whose title contains a key word from that month.

Goal: 12

So far: Started six (keywords: thousand, deception, her, his, all and know), finished one.

GRs Around the Year in 52 Books: Whereby I read books chosen weekly from (sometimes) boundary-busting categories.

Goal: 52

So far: Started 19, finished eight

My Agatha Christie Challenge: Whereby I read the Christie oeuvre.

Goal: Somewhere in the late 70s, early 80s

So far: Started two, finished two

I'm not even sure why I do this to myself. I would probably read more books if I didn't have to spend so much time on my spreadsheet, hard copy lists, pie graphs and calculator. But maybe I wouldn't. Maybe when it came time to have a break from reading, I might end up doing housework, or sewing, or writing this blog. Mmm. And no, I can't explain why sometimes I write the numbers and sometimes I write the words for the number. I prefer the latter but 6 out of 1075 versus six out of one thousand and seventy five keeps me a little less wordy. Ha, ha, ha, *rolls on floor*, less wordy! As if!

My Soul Called Life

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Wear 374: To the Caribbean?

I've always wanted to go to Cuba. It's in the Caribbean. It's not so much that the passing of Fidel has made it more appealing—I wasn't really fussed one way of the other. It just brought the thought back to the front of my mind. I'm having trouble convincing Mr Earwig though. It's the time of the year when I start planning, angling and aiming for my big holiday in May. If I don't have ideas and plans and missions to discover things about it, it is like it doesn't exist and then what hope for the future do I have?

I had been dangling images of Sardinia and Corsica seductively in front of him for a few weeks. Corsica has the most difficult (apparently) long distance walk in Europe—the GR20—although I mostly concentrated on pictures of beautiful beaches and mediterranean food. Like most people, difficult, mountainous, seven day walks, carrying everything you need and sleeping on the ground, if you are lucky, doesn't appear to be high on Mr Earwig's list of 'good time' ideas. The strange effect of these suggestions of places European and Caribbean is that it has made him keener on the idea of Japan.

The question I have to ask myself then, is what place on this planet would make him think that Cuba was a great idea? Maybe somewhere too hot: Libya? Or dangerous: Honduras (murders?), Iraq (insurgents?), Egypt (camel spiders: they don't kill you but they're enormous and can run really fast!), Bali (you want time share?). As far as worst case scenarios go though, Japan isn't a bad option. Far from it. I've wanted to go there for ages. I would like to go for a much longer time; there is just so much I want to see and do—a seven day ferry pass that lets you hop-on, hop-off through all the little islands, a sixteen hundred kilometres walk between temples on the tops of mountains, a million very strange vending machines to explore, karaoke, a hotel where you can sleep in the bookshelves and read all you want to overnight, and ... on and on and on.

We actually went to the Caribbean this week. The Caribbean Gardens. Okay, so there were no pristine beaches and crystal waters, no vintage vehicles and reasons to drink cocktails based on all things rum, but there was a market, mini golf on an island (not open), a tiny train and a chairlift (both not open) and plenty of Pokemon (only Australian natives and the ones that live everywhere). But there was a faintly retro vibe which was a little uncanny. and in the thirty-six odd years I have lived in this country, I had never been. I imagine if I had gone, all those years back, it would look just the same. It was fun. We did a photoshoot, discovered some new plants, bought cashews and black beans and a magical heat pack. I hope its not thirty-six years until I go again. And maybe next time the chair lift will be open?

This outfit continues my series of ploys to show only the bottom parts of jeans when I wear them—and wear them I should, as I have quite a few of them. I use tops, short dresses, medium-length dresses, and here, long dresses, to hide the business end of my jean. Why? I don't know if I can even explain. I think of jeans like most people think of leggings. They're not pants! Even though they are. Maybe my mantra is actually they're not skirts! It's my thing and if I could explain it, I could probably explain lists and small pieces of paper, especially if they're slightly damp, and the sound of other people chewing. Just can't.

The Outfit
Dress: Target, USA
Shrug: Op-shopped
Jeans: Target
Bling: Junk Jewellery shop somewhere, and the ubiquitous Garmin which I forget to remove
Shoes: Jeffrey Campbell, Deirdre-ST

Photographer de Jour: V——

  Checking out the style at:

Sheela at Sheela Writes

Lauren at Style Elixir

Patti at Not Dead Yet Style

Catherine at Not Dressed as Lamb

Rachel at Rachel the Hat

Jennie at A Pocketful of Polka Dots


Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Wear 373: Thursdays and Mondays

Maybe I need structure, guidelines, a pattern, boundaries. No. No 'maybe'. I do. We all do, don't we? I'm trying to instigate a blogging boundary whereby I blog on Mondays and Thursdays. Officially it is now Wednesday. Going well so far *sarcasm*. The thing with setting up a structure for yourself on something where the repercussions for not following through are not life-threatening, is that the only thing that keeps it in place is your will power. I think I have misplaced mine.

There are things I want to do, but don't, because my will power seems to have taken an extended holiday in a place with no internet connection:

Eat better
Do yoga every day
Take long walks—I'm talking ten, fifteen kilometres at least—on my days off
Make a beautiful garden
Make a beautiful house
Make anything really

When put like that, it doesn't seem an unachievable list or an insurmountable challenge. I'm not trying to cure cancer: apparently bananas with black spots will do that (*wink*). I'm not trying to do something I can't actually do. I'm not even trying to do something exotic or prohibitively expensive. What stops me? Answer: Reading and Sleeping. I like reading so much I can just do it for hours. I like sleeping so much I can do it for hours. And put like that, it doesn't seem like such a bad life, does it? Excitement in real life is over-rated; quite happy to take it intravenously through the eyes and synapses; conscious or un-.

Today I am on a self-imposed twenty four hour read-a-thon finish seventeen books by midnight for my Goodreads challenge (not going to happen). One and a half hours went watching Supernatural, four more sleeping, three and a half at the market and doing a blog shoot (yay! did something for the blog), and about another two just faffing. Later I'm planning on another nap and going out for dinner. After midnight I will start a new book: The Marshmallow Test: Mastering Self-Control by Walter Mischel. Sure, it's still reading, but maybe it will help me find my will power. In the meantime looks like Thursday and Thursday is the story this week. Better than October and November though, eh? (Although technically it will still be November and December!)

I'm still covering the top of my jeans. The reproductive-area-covering technique used in this blog post involves the use of the 'medium length dress'. (See 'tops', and 'short dresses' as options here, or back there a little.) The cocktail/midi is one of my favourite techniques because it is lightly non-sensensical. The dress is long enough to wear by itself, so why do I need the jeans. Truth is, the jeans need the dress. This is a one-way relationship.

The Outfit
Jacket: Thrifted, Somewhere in the Northern US
Dress: Op-shopped, Culburra Beach
Jeans: Target
Shoes: Op-shopped, Culburra Beach

Photographer de Jour: V——

Visiting Fabulousness with the Following Fashion Icons!!

Sheela at Sheela Writes

Lauren at Style Elixir

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Rachel at Rachel the Hat

Jennie at A Pocketful of Polka Dots

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Wear 372: Just Call Me Ebenezer and Other Literary References

Is it possible to hear, see or speak at the moment without the subject being Trump. The only reason I bring it up is that I have heard, through memes—that most reliable source of information—that talking politics on a public forum alienates friends and family and decreases your Christmas liabilities. There it is! My actual beef is not with Trump (well, it is, but that is different beef), it's with Christmas. For the last three or four years I have worked over Christmas. I get to see how much people love each other and enjoy each other's company. *Sarcasm* (I work in Emergency Services—people don't call us 'cause they're loving it up!). Ready to all shoot me down? I'm going to say it. Are you ready? I don't like Christmas.


That's deleted too.

Now that! That is just plain censored.

This is now draft two of this post. In draft one, I continued to write about what makes Christmas a burr in my paw. It turns out I think I will alienate fewer people if I talk about politics. Now what?


So. I went to the movies. Yeah. Twice. Saw The Accountant and The Girl on the Train. Sometimes I wish that the book and the movie were two different things. I want to read the book first, but then I don't want to know what is going to happen in the movie. I want to be able to see it with new eyes. Or a new brain. And seeing the movie first doesn't work either. It messes with the imagination.

My best friend and I have a long-standing disagreement about Strider. You know, Aragorn, Son of Arathorn. (In case any of you missed the whole thing: The Lord of the Rings.) I (rightfully) claim him as MY book boyfriend, because I read him first. I loved him from the book on. She only loved him when Viggo portrayed him in the movie. She can have Viggo. Quite happy for that to happen—there's the whole thing with the chin going on. Not my cup of tea. But Strider will always be mine. Well, in the way book boyfriends are. And he can be in the exception list that is an in-principle agreement between all real life partners should someone on the list (like Liam Neeson or Daniel Craig, or Strider for that matter, for me, Sophia Vargas or Nigella Lawson for him) turn up having fallen deeply in love with us via, say Twitter(?). All couples have that agreement, don't they?

It's an age old question. So what is your answer? Does Christmas suck? Does Trump suck? Book or Movie? Are there exceptions to the 'don't cheat on your partner' rule? And, most importantly, Strider's mine isn't he? He is! Come on!

Last time we met I was telling you about my forty-two plus pairs of jeans. I may have bought some more. It's a blur. But here is the second way I hide my girls in jeans: The Short Dress(es).

The Outfit
Crew Neck: JP Gaultier for Target
Dress (Under): Op-shopped
Dress (Over): Op-shopped
Fluffy Coat: Thrifted, New Mexico
Jeans: Target
Shoes: ModCloth

Photographer de Jour: V——

  PS: Any Europeans out there? Could you please let me know with the quickest of a word if you see the cookie warning come up with my blog. I am sorry about it but it is apparently a EU requirement and I can't manufacture a European look at my blog from here. I greatly appreciate a word-back!! Thanks.

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Patti at Not Dead Yet Style

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Rachel at Rachel the Hat

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Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Day 371: Ways to Hide Your Vitals

I love jeans. I can't dispute that, even with myself. Because I counted them. I have over forty-two pairs.

I like to call it forty-two-plus because of the magical qualities of that number, and the ability that a plus has to disguise the actual embarrassing number.

I wasn't even aware until I did a closet clean out and couldn't let go of a single pair - regardless of the supernatural effort it would take to get into some of them (especially if I carry on with the cocktail session I am currently enjoying poolside in honour of the extra year of aging I have achieved recently).

How can forty-two-plus pairs of jeans not double up? There is everything from traditional blue to patterned with roses; everything from white to black with forays into several coloured spectrums; skin-tight to flowing and flared; pristine to ripped by design or ripped by love.

But. I do have a weird jeans quirk. I don't like anyone seeing the bits. The girly bits. The feminine 'y'. You will never—unless some miracle of dieting that actually works happens—see me with jeans and shirts or t-shirts tucked into the waist. In this and the following few posts, I am displaying ways in which I cover up. This is the 'long top' option. More vital-hiding strategies will follow.

I'm not going to harp on about my appalling blogging record lately. I have done that too much. But I do find it strange that I had more to say when I said it more often than now when I hardly speak. Turns out a voice needs to be used to stay useful.

The Outfit
Shirt: Op-shopped
Jacket: Op-shopped
Jeans: Target
Shoes: Irregular Choice, Abigails Party

Photographer de Jour: V——

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Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Word 1: A Semi-Charmed Summer in Wintertime

I cracked it. Well, let me be clear. I didn't crack 'finishing a book challenge', although I am sure it will happen one day. Not this day, but one day. I cracked the ess-aitch-one-tee's. Explaining how my perversion of the already complicated shift system affects my ability to take time off work is hard enough, so it suffices to say that I got grumpy and took every available holiday space left in the book for August. It meant I had days and days of leisurely happiness interrupted occasionally by a shift or two of torture normal rotational shift-work. Do you know that it is harder to go to work for one day a rotation than for four! All this should have meant I could finish this challenge. But it didn't.

Thanks Megan at Semi-Charmed Kind of Life. Even though I am hopeless and let my currently-reading pile rule my otherwise sane life, I always enjoy the confrontation to reading norms that your challenge embodies. Can't wait to see if I can do better on the next one.

Here's what did, and didn't, happen:

5 points: Freebie! Read any book that is at least 150 pages long.

A Perfect Evil by Alex Kava

Finished. I liked the smart but flawed female protagonist and enjoyed the brooding, broiling tension between her and the local sheriff. The only letdown is that the local sheriff is coming across as a him-bo with big muscles except above the neck. Not letting that stop my vicarious enjoyment. (461 pages, ★★★★)

10 points: Read a collection of short stories or essays. They may all be written by the same author, or the book may be an anthology from different writers; your choice!

Drifting House by Krys Lee

Finished. Poignant and sad as immigrant fiction often can be. Korea is fascinating in its unknown (to me). Short stories have to be a level above novels. They need the slight uncanniness of being more than they are. Like good advertising, like tardis'. (224 pages; ★★★★)

10 points: Read an adult fiction book written by an author who normally writes books for children. Examples: J. K. Rowling, Judy Blume, Suzanne Collins, Rick Riordan, etc. - Submitted by SCWBC15 finisher Kelly E.

Adverbs by Daniel Handler (aka Lemony Snicket)

Finished. There are echos of The Series of Unfortunate Events in this in the oddly self-reflective narrator(s). I should write my reviews when I finish the books because I get a little hazy. As a trigger I like to read the comments people make about the book on Goodreads. If you want to get a feeling of the strangeness this book inhibits, read the comments—they're as bizarre as that they describe. (272 pages; ★★★)

15 points: Read a book set in Appalachia. - Submitted by SCWBC15 finisher Ericka B. (Try this list or this one for inspiration. And here’s a map if you have a book in mind and want to know if it fits the setting.)

A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail by Bill Bryson

Unfinished. I'm reading about both great walks in the States at the moment—this, and the Pacific Coast Trail (Wild). I miss long-distance walking so much. But. Bears? While I read these books I am vicariously walking them via Walking 4 Fun. I'm a hundred and fifty-one kilometres in. Bryson, as usual, is great company.

15 points: Don’t judge a book by its cover! Read a book with a cover you personally find unappealing.

The Road to Ruin: How Tony Abbott and Peta Credlin Destroyed Their Own Government by Niki Savva

Ironically, Credlin autocorrects to 'cradling'. In a nutshell it describes how the sub-title came about. This book is repugnant unappealing to me because I am not a fan [understatement] of Tony Abbott. I won't go into a long list of where his and my ideologies fail to meet but despite the rather nasty appearances, I am rather enjoying it. It would have been intolerable if it was about his successes (were there any?), but I love a good downfall story. Didn't realise I did, but I do. Can't believe this all happens in the hallways and broom closets of power while I sleep between night shifts! Yay, bliss.

20 points: Read a book that you have previously only seen the film (movie) of. - Submitted by SCWBC15 finisher Bevchen.

Nothing Lasts Forever by Roderick Thorp (Die Hard)

Finished. It is rare for me to read a book after the movie. I didn't like it. It may be the era. I have a feeling that when I get round to reading Fleming's Bond at some time, my reaction may be the same. Gender, race, humanism. But ultimately, Book Leland is no Movie McClane. Book Gruber pales in the light of Rickman Gruber. The baddies aren't as good, the goodies aren't as bad. In another life, I wouldn't bother. (245 pages; ★★)

25 points: Read a book with a punny title. The title can be a play on another book title, movie title or a common expression. Examples of such titles include Southern Discomfort, We'll Always Have Parrots or Bonefire of the Vanities. - Submitted by SCWBC15 finisher Jamie G.

Moby-Duck: The True Story of 28,800 Bath Toys Lost at Sea and of the Beachcombers, Oceanographers, Environmentalists, and Fools, Including the Author, Who Went in Search of Them By Donovan Hohn

Unfinished. Awesome. Who would think reading about a quartet of small rubber animals, ducks being just one, who came a-cropper off a container ship in the middle of the Pacific Ocean and have been floating around ever since. Along with an awfully large amount of other floating stuff. I love quirky non-fiction. It's the best genre. Besides the other best genres. This is heading for five stars unless something goes awfully wrong. Some would argue it already did on board those container ships!

30 points: Read a microhistory.

Zero: The Biography of a Dangerous Idea by Charles Seife

Finished. Another quirky non-fiction. Who'd'a thought the number zero could be so interesting. I feel conflicted about the need for a *spoiler alert* here. We know how it all ends: zero is an accepted numeral - ubiquitous, necessary. But what a beginning. And what a future. This story is, strangely enough, a circle. We begin shrouded in mystery and mystique with zero as heretic, its ties with religion spurious; we end with mystery and the unknowablity (presently, at least) and faith of zero's part in quantum and string theories. I got a little lost in the middle when there was lots of Maths. It's been a while. But otherwise this book was awesome! (248 pages; ★★★★★)

30 points: Read one book with a good word in the title, and one with a bad word. Note: This category is reeeeeeeally open-ended! Maybe you like turtles, so The Pearl that Broke Its Shell is a title with a "good" word. Similarly, the "bad" word could be a swear word or a literally negative word like “not” or “none,” or it could just be something you don’t like. Have fun with it! (Remember, you must read both books to get 30 points; this category is not worth 15 points per book.)

I'm going the way of 'cowboys' or 'villains' for my idea of good[ies] and bad[dies]:

Wolf in WHITE Van by John Darnielle

Finished. Nothing can describe this book without giving it away, so read on at your peril. It's an onion of a book. If onions were also maze-like, and you never reached the centre. Simply, it is told from the p.o.v of a recluse who makes a living creating a role-playing game where players subscribe and follow a quest through back-and-forth mail correspondence. But it is not simple. We get snippets of the reason for his reclusively, how its isolation sparked the game, how the game—created just before the Internet—creates a community and an effect on its participants, how two such players take it too far and die, sparking a lawsuit. It's very quiet, almost frustratingly answerless but makes you think. Not like much else you have read. (208 pages; ★★★★)

BLACK by Ted Dekker

Unfinished. And decidedly odd. I have claimed so many books in this list to be odd, that odd must now equal normal and stock standard, genre-conforming plot would seem bizarre. But let me list some things in this book and you tell me: bad bats, good, fluffy bats, dream states in two timezones, a virus, fruit, romance contracts, the French, Asian mafias. Yes. All in the same book. Oh, and it does have Christian undertones too. I'm persisting, but I am really not sure yet. Opinions TBA.

40 points: Read two books that contain the same word in the title, but once in the singular and once in the plural. For example: Pretty Girls by Karin Slaughter and The Girl in the Red Coat by Kate Hamer, or Fates and Furies by Lauren Groff and The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner. (Remember, you must read both books to get 40 points; this category is not worth 20 points per book.)

Crow Hollow by Michael Wallace

Finished. How do you work out a score out of five for a book? I've given a number of books in this list a four, but each one seems like a different kind of four. It makes comparison problematic. Ultimately it means I liked this book in a four star kind of way. I enjoyed picking it up. I enjoyed the story and the characters. Something small, and almost unnoticeable, like the standard of insurance at a hotel or the lack of a pool table or a telex in the business centre—something you don't know is missing until some bizarre circumstance means you need it—takes this from five star enjoyability to four. I can't explain. (345 pages, ★★★★)

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

Unfinished. And this book has the telex machine. Again, not sure if I'll ever need one, but the overall feel is five stars. Character, tension, unpredictability, difference? Hype? Poetry, lyricism, visuality? Maybe I like a quest novel. Maybe I like an anti-hero, or an underdog (or seven). Some magic. Some noir. I won't question it too much, I'll just read it and enjoy it.

So out of twelve books, I finished seven, but with the distribution I only got seventy-five points out of a total of two hundred. But I read some things I may not ordinarily have picked up at this point in time, so I don't really care. Win, win. Well technically, lose, win. But win, win. You know.

75 Points Total

*Images courtesy of the authors and books on Goodreads.

Saturday, June 25, 2016

Wear 370: WTF

Wtf? (F stands for fug if you're curse-sensitive.) What I am doing? Why do I even WANT to keep blogging? Beware. Blogging existential crisis ahead.

Let me get this out of the way firstly. Tired of the shoe counting thing. It was a thing. It's not doing its thing. I have one hundred and six pairs of shoes. There. Surprise! Oh, plus I just ordered five more pairs. I will order another pair when I can come to terms with my Portland, Oregon-address-morality issues. And then a couple more when I can justify them because I want to try a new brand.

I keep trying things to make me interested in blogging again. Maybe I'm not anymore. It's changed. I've changed. Except that I keep buying things to wear. Using the blog - that I don't - as an excuse. When I started it was just a fun challenge I set myself for the year. I didn't realise 1) How much work it would be, 2) What a strange world it would open me up to. Blogging doesn't, for the most part, seem to be about fun anymore. Now my space where I wore things that were silly, or non-age-appropriate, or an attempt to discern for myself what my style is, is a failure. I'm James-Joyceing here so these things are popping out of my subconscious onto the page—but maybe it's right. Subconsciouses usually are. The question has to be: How do you keep blogging when no one does it for fun, and you don't want to do it for money?

Don't I? Well it seems obvious I don't. 'Why' is maybe a different level of exploration. I like clothes. But I don't like shopping and I don't like brands. I like writing, but it seems from what I see on my Bloglovin' feed that people don't like reading. With a few beloved exceptions, the fashion blogging scene seems to be all about ... no wait for it ... fashion. I know, right? Me: 'Boring'. What did you DO in your Gucci fur-lined loafers? What did the people on the bus-replacement service THINK when you hauled your oversized Demeulemeester onboard and took up three extra seats? How does your incredibly put-together outfit and picture perfect photo shoot in an exotic location make you FEEL? That's what I want to read. I'm obviously in the minority. Life is time-poor and demand-rich. This progression to monitoring your blog is natural and understandable. But it's traveling a road I don't want to be on. So am I still a blogger?

Of course! Anyone who blogs is a blogger. I have been forcing my crisis thoughts on anyone who makes the mistake of sitting still in a close proximity to me. One person suggested that I should write privately if writing is the thing I like about the whole process. It made a liar out of me. I like the little thrill of celebrity that comes with posting pictures and words online. I don't want to stop, but I can't get going. Everything I try to use to drive me comes over false. There is no reason for me to do it. So why can't I let it go. Eh. Blank.

When I stated writing this post I thought I might figure it all out by the end and finish with a pithy platitude about 'going back to basics and doing it for myself'. It doesn't wash. Why do YOU keep going? Am I asking the right people? Probably. Because anyone who has read this far may be more on my side of the fence than I realised—otherwise you would have just looked at the pictures and left.

The Outfit
Dress: Op-shopped (Literary Reference: I call it my Abnegation dress)
Cardigan: Op-shopped
Necklace: Target
postmodern take on being photographed: Fujifilm Instax
Shoes: Irregular Choice Jam Tart

Photographer de Jour: V——

Getting linky today with:

Beautiful Patti at Not Dead Yet Style

Charming Catherine at Not Dressed as Lamb

Luxurious Lauren at The Style Elixir

Chic Cherie at Style Nudge

Sensational Sheela at Sheela Writes