I was MIA. My butt was plastered in front of the TV watching the Olympics. In the meantime, I have decided that I am not an official blogger. Why? Let me explain. Coming up on a year blogging, I remember when I first thought about blogging I wanted to have a fashion blog. I wanted to show outfits on a budget for those out there who wanted to be fashionable and affordable. Then after researching it found that there were those type of blogs everywhere. So, I backed up and said I should do what I want. Blog for me and what I feel comfortable doing. I do still have aspirations to do some outfit posts, but I have learned that I am not officially a blogger until I master these few things.
First, the watch..I can pull up 50 blogs and everyone one of these girls have this watch.
Michael Kors makes one hell of a watch but for $250 smacks I can find a cheap knock off and hopefully the camera won't focus in on the dial with the name on it.
Then there's the bubble necklace. Turquoise, yellow, coral. What color do you want?
I call this the skittles necklace. It looks like your tibbies exploded bursts of color from a red package of goodness.
I also need to learn to master the top knot or the blogger bun. I have no clue how many bobby pins it takes to hold in this Flaky baked goodness on top of your head but I also refer to it as the peeled onion look.
Mastering the mani isn't really on my list of things to do but its apparently important in a fashion blog to paint all your finger nails and go, "what the hell, lets paint one a different color, cool!" What I don't understand is why is it the ring finger? If I want to showcase something wouldn't it be more dramatic to give someone the middle finger? Just sayin.
And finally, I must have the blogger pose down. You know the ones with the handbag strategically placed, the one leg up while your looking at the ground, the walking pose where it looks like Simon says Freeze! All I hear is Madonna's song Vogue playing in my head.
So you see I am not officially a fashion blogger until all of things come into play but that's okay. I love my fashion peeps alot and I love being the funny girl. Somewhere I will meet in the middle, but until then I am just going to keep observing all of these things for maybe in my next life I will be a supermodel or maybe my ass will explode some earrings to go with my skittles necklace.
Strike a Pose,
Dusty