I've come to realize how difficult it is to upkeep a blog. Before I mustered up the energy and motivation to actually create my own blog, I'd always been quick to criticize other bloggers for their lack of diligence and consistency in providing me with the much anticipated, entertaining read that is their daily blog post (not really). I mean, if you're gonna make a blog then why not keep posting new thoughts? But thus is life, and who the fuck really has the time or the egocentricity to constantly think about themselves and their lives (ok maybe a lot of people already do that) but to write about it and announce it to the whole blog world on a daily basis IS asking a bit much of our already overworked selves. Well, excepting those super blogging queens and kings like Susie Bubble and the Sartorialist who seem to center their lives around creating new fodder for their addicting blogs, by hour, on the hour. And since the outburst of fairly new, community websites such as chictopia.com, we fashion bloggers have become privvy to neglect upkeeping our actual blogs and simply opted for the lazy route. I mean, why do all the work when someone's already done it for you? Might as well just fill in the blanks. So, guilty as charged, I have created yet another name and password for myself on yet another cyber portal deemed to be the "fashion destination for the people". How democratic. No, but really I do love it. Like, just last week I posted an outfit I put together from the various goodies procured off of my latest trip to Haight and Ashbury. (Which by the W, was a HAVEN of vintage goodies and funky doodles. Like... the hipster's ultimate wetdream) Anyway, I finally found the boyfriend blazer I had been searching for for the longest time. Its not perfect, but for 6 bucks at goodwill, Im willing to overlook the football player shoulderpads and the stink of old age that wafts from it everytime I move it around. But since the strong shoulder seems to have been somehow revitalized for AW 09(ala Balmain in above picture), I can pass those off as sartorially intentional on my part. And the smell was thankfully, fixed with a few smart spritzes of Ja Dore.
