So, I have 4 published posts (this hopefully being the fifth) and 8 drafts. EIGHT. My problem isn't a lack of ideas but I have no way to condense them and make them function together as one bad ass Transformer/Power Ranger robot of a blog. I've always prided myself on my eclectic style, presuming it gave me an air of whimsy and a relaxed attitude. But under further review, I came to realize it might not as whimsical and chill as I had hoped:
My bedroom has no real them but lots of different pretty things mixed together with a collection of WalMart grocery bags thrown into one general vicinity.
My wardrobe is a funky mix of cute shit from Target, gifts via relatives, and things that fall under the category: 'what still fits me'.
To passersby, my car may appear to double as my home due to the accumulation of blankets, water bottles, notebooks and a ever-growing collection of mismatching socks.
And my hair is just a plain mystery. Some days I think I am pulling off the voluminous, unruly vibe like one of those One Direction boys then I realize the back of my head looks one dread. Just one.
So yes, this all could either be cute and eclectic or it could be considered Crazy Lady Chic. And while all signs are pointing to ever-so charming CLC, I'm gonna stick to my guns and keep with this hodgepodge mentality, any other lifestyle seems like a snooze.
If I wasn't like this, I wouldn't have that fuzzy lamp next to my bed or that random purple desk that I love, I'd have to say no to crazy, awesome things because 'it doesn't go with the decor'. My clothes would be lame and far to monochromatic to be flattering. I already have everything I need in the convenience of my backseat, and if need be, I could actually live there. And my hair...well, actually it could use a little help.
OH YEAH, and I'll totally try and start making this shit run smoother. Hokay?
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