I'm going to keep this pithy: I haven't been there for YOU, lately. I've been um, well, my head space is someplace else. It hasn't been here. On the interwebs. But let me confess, I haven't been very present on the blog for quite some time.
I've been floundering.
In fact, I'd been feeling a bit set adrift, too busy, too tired and
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and feeling too confined by what I expected you to expect from me.
It's not mere blogger burn-out. It's subject burn-out. What started as a personal outfit post blog, long ago outgrew the confines of posting daily outfits. Or yakking on about personal style, wearing the old dresses with new shoes, and yada yada. I wish I could tell ya that I had just needed a teensy weensy break from it, and am now dewy eyed and refreshed and soooo totally into whatever's clever, whistling like a tea kettle about the latest and greatest. But truth be told: at this moment, on the subject of clothes and fashion, these hands are in the air like I just don't care.
While I do LOVE a good outfit, personally there's not much to show, folks. What I do for a living doesn't give much room for a stylish dress up. Or for fast spending. My interests have shifted as well. My love of gardening is in full bloom, and there are so many other subjects that don't pertain to fashion that I'm fascinated by, so it's been less and less research about what I think I SHOULD be posting about and more and more reading about the things I'm actually interested in. As a subject, I'm not a whit of interesting, and I'd been trying to find a voice talking about the bigger picture, but I'm pretty sure I've failed miserably.
So I've been silent. Sending out a an occasional flotsam and jetsam, the odd now and then, and somewhat as my blog posts waned, so have my friendly readers. Less visits, less shares and definitely LESS comments.
Let me apologize for my ball drop. Because I'm not done writing. I'm a writer by vocation. But I DO need to transition this creature back into a more personally engaging activity, and write about the things and people I love, beyond the beautifully turned, the impeccably fashioned. Oh, I'm sure I'll still want to share my favorite style mavens, but I'm going to allow myself to move beyond this limited field of study. I feel rusty in my present mode, and so it's hard to know when and where to start. Since I feel so rusty in my blog skills, the following efforts are more than likely going to be a bit rough, unpolished, willy nilly and well, not what you signed on for. And it's ok if you want to move on, because, well, I understand about moving on.
But I'll be here. Getting my blab back.