Today's post will bore the guys and probably some girls. lol. This is one of my vent blog posts.
I am no where near a Betty Homemaker or about to win the wife of the year award for cooking and cleaning...but I am a girl at heart, even if my mouth says otherwise.
I shocked some folks at work today for wearing pears and 'bling'. Of course it's fake, which is something else I don't give two shits about. I fell in love with this Avon necklace (even though it's not my style) or maybe I fell for it because it's not my style.
Just because I don't dress in foo-foo pink outfits I am always under the impression that people look down on me for my love of fashion. A year ago I bought a Vogue magazine at a Walgreen's. The cashier (who was middle aged and looked like she just crawled out of the back woods, if you know what I mean) scanned the magazine staring at the cover. She then looked at me with disgust and asked, "You actually like these books?" I should have told her to mind her own damn business but I was in shock. I ignored her and went on. That's when it dawned on me, it's a form of racism...If I'm not a pretty little blond in Gap clothes, carrying a Chanel bag I shouldn't like fashion. Well guess what? I'm a normal (figuratively) working woman who can't afford the DKNY Jeans, the Louis Vuitton hand bag and Prada shoes because I live pay check to pay check...but that does not mean I don't obsess over the finer things in life.
The type of photography I have always dreamed of shooting? The Runway. I want to photograph models around the world. I dream of being present at shows in Paris and Milan. I never mention these things because they are too far out of reach. I'm content with what I have (for now) but one day...I will want more. No, I will need more.
Today's photo...the pearl/bling necklace that caused this rampage. I even wore smokey eyeshadow today. Yes...I'm a girl and I love fashion.