This is a post completely unrelated to Costa Rica, my family or my pregnancy. I know! I’m not sure its ever happened before.
This is a post dedicated to one of my strangest guilty pleasures.
I haven’t really thought about this particular guilty pleasure for awhile since we were without our computer for so long, but now that it is back, I have found myself … indulging. A lot.
Here is a little something about me. I am not all that fashionable. I go through phases where I think that I am going to make an effort to get up early in the morning and do my hair everyday and put on make-up and think about my outfits, but that usually only last two or three days and then I am back to my pony-tail, smear of blush and (when I am lawyering) uniform of black pencil skirt and some kind of sweater. It has gotten even worse in the jungle. My wardrobe consists of the following: 2 pairs of linen maternity shorts, 2 identical beach coverups that are huge and that I wear constantly around the house, 2 tank-tops and about 3 t-shirts. I never (NEVER!) wear anything else.
Given my complete lack of interest in how I present myself to the world, please answer me this interwebs … why am I addicted to fashion and style blogs? Like seriously addicted. Like I check them 3 or 4 times a day just to see whether there is some new outfit for me to ogle. It’s a really weird phenomenon.
These are my go-to blogs:
The worst thing is that the last two blogs are written by girls in high school (HIGH SCHOOL!) and I check in on their random high school musings EVERY DAY! Actually the really worst thing is that I will sometimes go weeks without reading a news story (I honestly have no idea what is going on in Libya, but it seems … bad … is that right … someone clue me in here), but I can’t go 5 hours without checking at least one of this blogs. I need help.