I read SEVERAL fashion blogs. There are at least seven I check every day (usually several times despite them only posting once) and probably a dozen I look at less routinely. I love the pictures. Whether they are displaying their new outfit, or a new DIY, or a room that has been redecorated, or a meal that they put together that may as well have been on Martha Stewart's website. I love that the pictures they post are so pretty.
There are a few, well one in particular, that post about things that aren't as pretty. She talks about heartache and mistakes and finding yourself in your mid-twenties in a way that is so beautifully sad, but also inspiring.
And there are times when I come back to a blog I haven't looked at in a few months and I find that there is a different boy sharing the frames of the photograph and I go back month by month to find that the blogger and her beau have divorced and it isn't pretty, but in all the pictures before and after she is smiling. And maybe it isn't pretty to think about people separating, but I think maybe there is some beauty in the journey and in the coming upon something new and cherishing the thing in the past.
Having moved across the country I though it would be different. I thought it would bring me closer to friends and family and it has, but not close enough. I spend the majority of my time alone. I am fine with that- familiar with it actually. I can't help, though, lusting after the lives in these blogs that are only the best shot of the best part of their day. I miss having people to share my meals with and to go to Target with and to watch tv or a movie with. And I miss it most of all, because I don't know when I will have it again.
