I love clothes. LOVE THEM. In high school, I went through a phase where I loved them so much I tried to make my own. It ended disastrously when a fleece dress I made broke apart in the middle of campus. That ended my days as a fashion designer. Now I just shop, covet, long for, and adore clothes. I'm one of those people who starts thinking about what they are going to wear when they wake up and then rethink it at least 50 times before they walk out the door.
That being said, I do not claim to have any particular talent for dressing. There are high days and low days. I can't tell you the number of times I think I look amazing and my closest friends look at me and ask, "what are you WEARING?"
At the end of the day, putting together outfits is hard. I have no unique talent for it. My only contributions to the world of fashion are that I think about it constantly and I'm bold enough to make massive mistakes.
For the past month I've gone back and forth on whether or not I want to try to break into this field of highly talented fashion bloggers. On the one hand, I spend so much time thinking about it I might as well, but on the other I'm nervous the people who see me every day will think, "why in the world does she think she can write about fashion?"
Over our New Year's trip to Miami, I thought about it constantly and decided to go for it. The thoughts leading up to my decision are as follows:
1. My friends are my friends and will love me anyway/might not even read this blog.
2. Blayne, you are way over thinking it. It's your blog and you can write about what you want.
3. Some people really like the way you dress.
So without further ado, my first post on fashion:Read More