While I was walking my dog this morning, I thought about this little experiment. It’s making me try harder with my clothes, but it is tiresome at the same time. I suck at photography, and I am in no mood to get better at it, and yet.
And yet? I’m trying harder with things. It made me think of my favorite (defunct, but she wrote this book that’s similar to what it was) blog, Obsessive Consumption. She took photos of everything she purchased for something like 18 months, and they were just these little photos of coffees or paper clips or burritos and it was oddly fascinating without knowing why. It taps into my voyeuristic tendencies, I suppose, and it also makes me want to be more interesting, and to try harder with just about everything in my life.
This is a long rambly way of saying: blogging is weird, but in the best way possible, because it makes me a better human being. So thanks. Thanks for reading and loving my weird non-stylish, wearing the same shoes and sweaters forever self. Always.
Tank: LOFT from 2005?