This is not an existential question, this is me realizing that anyone who reads this blog really has no idea who I am…and that’s my fault. I took a long break from blogging so I could step back and really evaluate what I wanted this blog to be, who I was writing to, and whether I truly wanted to keep it going. I even let my domain name lapse for over a month because I am nothing if not an avoidant procrastinator. In this time of grand reflection (ha!) I read a lot of other blogs, did some soul searching, and got advice from other bloggers on what is most important in this world of online writing. What I realized is that I was beginning to lose my enjoyment in blogging because I wasn’t being authentically me. That’s not to say that my previous posts are crap or untruthful, because they aren’t, but they also weren’t written in my true voice. So, let’s get a couple things straight and see if you still want to follow along.
I fucking swear a lot. It is what it is. I haven’t cursed in previous posts because my extremely ladylike conscious told me to be mindful that others may be offended by sailor-like language. Well if you are, I’m sorry, but this isn’t the blog for you.
I am still working out the kinks with blogging as a whole and especially with photography. I have no idea how in the hell some of these bloggers post these beautiful pictures day in and day out without their eyes bleeding from the amount of time spent on Photoshop, which btw is a fucking disaster in itself. Does anyone really know how to do stuff on there? I’m sure the answer is yes, and if it’s you, hit me up! I will bake for lessons.
Sarcasm and I are tight, like really tight. If you’re from New England than you understand the charming Northeast personality that is flipping off drivers that cut you off, being skeptical of everyone, everywhere, all the time, and assuming that your opinion is correct, period. I’m a Yankee through and through.
I am not the gluten-free, dairy-free, vegan, organic woman that you have been looking for. I am of the opinion that gluten is not in fact the devil. Yes, yes, people have allergies and conditions that cause them to have a reaction when they consume gluten. But, what about the rest of you? Stop it, just stop it! And eat some damn bread. I do my best to maintain a semi-balanced diet. I’ve been really into sheet pan dinners lately. Throw a bunch of veggies and meat on a baking sheet for 30 minutes and dinner is served!
My face is my face. I don’t know how to use make-up. I’m 30 years and can probably count on one hand the number of times I have worn foundation. So, if you’re looking for beauty tips, make-up product plugs, or tutorials where I show you my “before and after look” you’ll have to go elsewhere. Mostly because my before and after looks are identical and are just my face pre-shower and post-shower.
This is me. If you like what you’ve read please follow along. If you’re saying to yourself, “Who does this woman think she is mocking Celiac disease, using the f-word, and not covering her over-exposed skin with a layer of nude-colored goop?” then this is not the blog for you. Sidenote: I did not mock Celiac disease. Those with actual medical conditions are excluded from my pledge to reunify the world with bread.