It dawned on me that some days are magical photo days and others, not so much. I usually snap a couple rounds of seven consecutive shots with the self timer and call it a day. Today would be the exception. I must have taken about five rounds this morning that were so bad that upon my return home to grab my forgotten phone I proceeded to shoot another three rounds. I kid you not, they were that bad. Let me help you with that math, that’s fifty-six. Fifty-six pictures to get a single decent one.
I’ll admit it worked out, even with the wind blowing in my hair and my sweater being slightly cattiwampus. Some days are just like that, so, okay then. Be that way, day.
Lest I forget once again, it’s time to be Fabulous in February. Here’s the deal, this is the month of love and every Monday this month it’s all about self-love, Tuesday if you’re me and you forgot. Those of us participating are publicly declaring three things we love about ourselves. I can do that.
Numéro Un: I like that I have great stamina. When healthy, I’ve almost always had the stamina to take on any activity for a really long time. I used to go cycling four to five hours at a time. I ran a half-marathon with only a couple weeks of training. I’m just good at pacing myself and just hanging in there.
Numéro Deux: I like that I’m always learning new things. I ask more questions now than ever before. It’s amazing how many new things I learn every day. Crazy!
Numéro Trois: I like that I can cry. I never cried much when I was growing up. (Whatever conclusions you just came to about my upbringing are probably correct, I’ll leave it at that.) I didn’t express pain, only anger and frustration. I never let anyone seem my vulnerable side. What a drag, really. Everyone needs to cry some time. Even if it’s a television commercial. My tears, my moment with a tissue or two. That’s what waterproof mascara is for.
On another note I’ve been tooling around with the idea of a vlog feature. Let’s see how I do on camera. Actually, I already know. It’s weird to see yourself. I’m going to totally erase myself from my memory and try again. Am I gutsy enough? We’ll see. I shudder at having to hear my voice, you guys know what I’m talking about; when you suddenly realize what you sound like to everyone else. What do you think? To vlog or not to vlog?
Deets: Aqua cashmere cardigan/Bloomingdale’s, black skirt/Nordstrom’s, yellow tights/Urban Outfitters, aqua tank top/Free People, elastic top slip-on shoes/Munro, hand-made glass bead necklace/gifted.