I can’t fight this feeling anymore. OH WON’T YOU LOVE ME AGAIN!

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I had to do that just because I missed that sound. That tikka-tikka of the keyboard when I am starting a new Dorky Chick in Lipstick post. Maybe you read my blog before, and maybe you didn’t, but if you reading it now I just want to say thanks, hi, and welcome. I’ve missed this blog a little too much, and I think I’m done playing pretend.

I’m back.

Actually I have been in the exact same place the whole time but I had a really good hiding spot. Olly olly oxen free.

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Maybe you remember my dramatic exit, maybe you don’t. But it went something like this: RIP fashion blog readers my blog is kaput. I don’t [always] love fashion, but I always love writing. I’m tired of pushing myself to churn out material about fashion when I’m overwhelmed with other facets of my young adult life. I am instead going to start another blog that is non-fashiony and be more transparent about my un-coolness.

I have deleted that blog post. I spent $26 dollars on this domain. And now I am confessing that I was wrong. And I apologize. I know things were going so well and all of a sudden I cut you off. It was selfish and I have learned my lesson. That other blog… it just wasn’t scratching my itch.  Turns out, I actually do love fashion and all things fabulous. I’m not going to pretend that I am not a girly girl anymore because I definitely am. Not only that, but I love writing to capture the follies of the modern young woman!

It’s a clumsy reality  out here, you know, and I got a little scared off. My internship ended, my financial priorities became my undergraduate degree instead of  sewing classes, and I was seeing myself fall into routines that didn’t make time for writing. But the truth is, I broke the promise I made to myself when I started and that is to keep pushing through and to use this diary as a way of exercising my passion for a life lived fabulously! I shied away from what I thought was an ended path but I’ve learned that being real isn’t something to be ashamed of. It means detours, but it doesn’t mean the destination changes.

So I guess that makes this blog undead. Does that make it a zombie blog? Maybe. It is one of those nice zombies though……but not too nice.. More like a sassy and at times endearing zombie. Do those exist?

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(^^seriously, who is the a-hole that put that online? That was what came up when I googled “nice zombie”)

No matter, what I was getting at before I got distracted thinking about zombies was that if you want to read my blog here is what you can expect:

– fashion posts, obviously. Some will be high brow, some will be low brow.

– blog posts about feminine things that I like. I am on a quest to find my true authentic style, and that is only going to happen if I try a lot of strange trends and various hairstyles first.

– blog posts about just being exactly who I am at exactly whatever given moment and being totally okay to laugh about it. Laughing is the most fabulous thing of all.

– blog posts bout PDX and the fab goings on! If something, like, amazing happens in the city, and I’m not there to blog about it, like, did it even happen?

 

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(any Girls fans in the house?….. lol okay back to the list:)

– TRENDDAYYY photos. Yes. They are coming back. Can I get a whoop whoop?

– punny funs

– whatever I want b/c this is my blog with my rules!!!!! Maybe I’ll even vlog! I don’t know I’m crazy I do what I want!!!!

 

I think this song really says it for me…

 

TGIF blogosphere

and CHEERS! Because I missed you.

XO

 

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