Internal Monologue

When I am out in the chilly park behind the apartment taking outfit photos, I picture myself as this lanky model, legs for miles, long hair with blunt ends swinging in the wind, carrying a Prada bag in navy or plum and applying YSL lipstick, Paris behind me like a backdrop painted just for me. No surprise that I'm often baffled at the photo result. I am guessing that I'm not the only one who is often disappointed with my style blogging results (did I suddenly become asymmetrical? What is up with my hair? Well that shirt needs to be washed!) - plagued by an internal monologue and mirror. 

I often get stuck in this blogging rut of "I'll never have Christian Louboutins" and "my apartment will never achieve that mix of DIY and Anthropologie" and "I'll never cook muffins for fun on Sundays and take beautiful photos of them for the world to drool over." Maybe what I'm describing is just my good old friend, envy, but I'm curious to hear what everyone else thinks. Are you all bothered by the same things? Or am I alone here, sitting in my slightly messy apartment looking more like a tired, normal human, instead of a ready-boudoir photo-shoot, and feeling jealous of the bloggers that are zipping about Europe in leather jackets.

So, I think that every once in a while it's important to look back through the archives and find the photos you am really proud of. Whether it was the fact that I didn't look as pale as a sheet, or my outfit matched the changing leaves, or we just managed a really neat photo, they help me feel like I'm making some great progress on the blog, not only with my style, but with cataloging a portion of my life. I'm not necessarily getting closer to the Christian Louboutins, but I do have more than one pair of heels and I'm getting great at adding non-destructive filters and rosy cheeks (shh!) to my photos. 

I think it's also important to remember that I'm not a jet-setter, I'm a normal person, with an 8-5 job and no time to get manicures or blow-outs and no cash to spend on thousand-dollar handbags. And I'm still really loving the parts of my life that don't just exist on a digital memory card. 

I'd love to hear what you all think about blogging and dealing with blog inferiority complexes... how do you do it in a wash of blogs where people have far better closets, living rooms, DIY skills, than you?