Cropped Sweater, Loafers: Thrifted.
Brown Circle Skirt: Forever21.
Knee Socks: H&M.
Black Infinity Scarf: c/o OASAP.
Lipstick in MAC's Speed Dial.
It's hard to explain what I feel about blogging lately. It's a blatant annoyance and irritation, but for what I'm not quite sure. I don't really feel this way toward my blog in particular--I still love blogging and look forward to posting every day and taking photos. I don't feel burnt out, I don't feel the need to take a break, and I don't feel as though my identity isn't appropriately shown through this blog. So what's wrong, why do I feel irritated? I don't know. I think a lot of it has to do with the frustration of my writing on here. For a lot of blogs, writing about fashion and how they got the pieces they're wearing and how they got their inspiration for the outfit is fine...but for me it's just not. I feel boring and uninspired when I write about those types of things. Like a computer, regurgitating the same stuff I read in magazines, other blogs, and in class. Which is ironic, because this is a fashion blog (and I am a fashion student after all).
But these things have been written a million times. The same cliche fashion titles used for blog posts over and over again. No depth, nothing but mindless jabber that at the end of it all, have you really even said anything? I'm not saying that I don't like it when bloggers write about fashion on their blogs--they're fashion blogs, that's what they're supposed to write about! But for me it seems ill fitting and I want something more out of myself and out of my blog.
I just feel as though I never stop writing the same thing over again but with different words and different sentence structures. I use the same terms, same phrases, same everything and nothing is ever really accomplished in what I write. I wish I could write something interesting, riveting, unique in every post, but it feels like I've lost my ability to do that lately and I'm not sure why. I truly do feel like I don't 'live' enough and experience different things, thus being stuck in this weird bubble where I can only write about my experiences, but they never differ. That's why I'm really looking forward to going to Italy. Not so I have new material to write about and keep you all entertained, but so I can feel the satisfaction again about writing about something or a situation that's never happened to me before. Raw. New. Real. I want that again. I a lot that I wrote I was happy with last year because coming to college was new and I felt all of these different things. This year has been good and I don't have any complaints, but it just wasn't what I was experiencing for the first time like last year. And then that frustrates me because I can't just always be in this weird limbo and writing block any time my life slows down and gets run-of-the-mill.
Although things may be routine and ordinary now, I hope that by taking notice of the details and finer moments of my life that I always look over will bring some new views to my thinking and writing.
With much love, Lauren.
