There was a time back when Fridays used to confound me.
Oh, alright! Let’s call a spade a spade: there was a time back when Fridays really pissed me off.
Why? Well, when I was still a n00b to blogging and hadn’t developed the tricks of the trade or very much stamina, by the time Fridays rolled around, I was exhausted. I didn’t want to make yet one more creative/editorial/au courant outfit. I certainly didn’t want to take any more pictures of them or collage them or write about them. I just wanted what everyone wants to do on a Friday: Be a bum. Goof off. Think about sleeping in. Wear sweats and no makeup. Anything but work. Which is what blogging for me back then had felt like: work.
But as with all things in life, once I establish a routine of sorts, things generally fall into place. And so it was with this. I found shortcuts. I discovered tools that worked for me. I carved out uninterrupted time dedicated to photo shoots that eliminated the anxiety of daily posting. I committed to blogging.
So now, I no longer consider myself a dilettante. I think ten solid months of continuous posting has earned me the rank of – well, not professional exactly, but experienced blogger, at the very least.
This experienced blogger, then, takes great satisfaction in telling you that today’s outfit was just as fun to create as the previous four. It helps when I enjoy the week’s theme, of course, but it’s pretty darned cool when, after putting together five ensembles and photographing them, I was hard pressed to determine which would be the Friday outfit – they were all coming up even on the happiness meter.
Even with my food baby confusion.