Following on the heels of last week's fun Friday post, I want to keep things light today. I was talking to my therapist this week about starting this blog, sharing it with my small Instagram circle, and being floored by the generous responses. As much as I've loved the catharsis of sharing this story and getting it out of my brain, I've felt so lucky to now have been the recipient of similar stories of heartbreak and struggle. Reading them is as therapeutic as talking about my own and I am so grateful to be entrusted with them. Please keep sending them to me. I want this space to be a conversation and I value all perspectives.
My therapist asked about investing more time, and even money, into writing and I scoffed that I do not have what it takes to be a blogger / influencer. A seasoned professional, she asked me to say more about that. I responded that I can't walk in Valentino heels, don't know how to style a blazer from day to night, and do not have a 12-step skincare routine. We talked a bit about imposer syndrome, which I want to dive into more next week, and how I don't have to fit into the mold of a fashion blogger to invest more time in this creative project. She asked what products I do use and to think about Amazon links, books, and workout clothes.
As I continued to laugh later about how little I can "influence" when it comes to fashion, I put on my L.L. Bean slippers and thought about how perfectly they sum up my feeling of not being fashionable. I have the L.L. Bean Wicked Good Moccasins... from 2004. I asked for them for Christmas during my first year in high school and have worn them every winter since. Much to my mother's dismay, I pushed the limits of decency and wore them as actual shoes in high school and college. I'm pretty sure I wore them when I took the SATs. And I don't mean that I love this style and buy a new pair every few years. These are the same exact pair that I've had since 2004. This is one reason I think I'd be such a hilarious influencer... I don't buy a lot of things. I keep things for nostalgic purposes sometimes but I mostly just don't replace things until they must be replaced. These have one small hole and are otherwise perfectly functional. I love them.
I'm so loving growing this little space and am excited to see what it could become. Let me know what you like, what is not so great, and what might be missing from other spaces that you think could be a good fit here. Just please don't ask me to wear studded heels and an eyeshadow palette.