Fashion,  Writing

… and it’s just really hard to reconcile the two.

Excuse me if this post seems choppy with the pictures. It’s an experiment.

So we all know that I’m a writer. Right?

Well… if we don’t, we do now.

{Side note: I really don’t know why I’m referring to you as “we.” Or if I am, in fact, referring to the voices in my head. Which mostly think I’m very sad for having a life that mostly consists of doing things online.}

And I started this blog almost two years ago {March 29th is my… its… our…?… two year anniversary. Bloggyversary. Birthday? Whatever. Too many side notes!} to chronicle the ups and downs of my writing, as well as the adventures I anticipating having because I was moving across the states at the time. {Those adventures never really happened. Also, I should ban myself from using brackets.}

{fun fact: my first post was entirely in italics, and I used to sign my posts “Mara T.”}

But over the year and many months, the blog has evolved to include more than just my writer life. I started posting photos, vlogs, letters, book reviews, fashion posts, food posts… and it’s sort of grown up into an all-encompassing reminder that really, I have absolutely no life outside of the internet.

… this isn’t going where I had intended it to go.

BACK to the original tangent!

Recently– say…since the beginning of this year– I’ve become increasingly interested in fashion, which has birthed a stronger wish to somehow meld the writer/nerd me with the semi-fashionable me, but generally my posts tend to be either one or the other. {speaking of nerd me, I get new glasses some time next week. And I am excited to have them.} I am a writer all week, who posts pictures after the jump because she feels obligated to keep the girliness to a minimum for the small percentage of her readers who are boys, and then on Saturdays, I feel that the week of being smart has given me leave to do a frivolous and entirely fashion-related post.

Also, I always have this fear that because I do fashion posts, I might be perceived as air-headed and vain. Which is probably silly of me {Yeah. It is silly of me. I can totally be perceived as air-headed and vain without these fashion posts. Proof}, but there it is.

But I’ve been stalking following a few fashion bloggers lately that have made me realize that… it’s okay to let the girly me loose. I don’t perceive my fellow female fashion fanatics {ooh, alliteration. Fancy} as airheaded or vain. I see them as interesting people who just happen to have amazing taste and want to share their love for pretty things with the world. My current favorite fashion blogger– Kendi— is not only beautiful,  but absolutely hilarious, and not airheaded in the least.

I sort of want to be her.

Or at the very least, mimic her. {More brackets! One of my stalkers on Chictopia keeps telling me that I remind her of Kendi. For reals. {I can’t believe I just said “for reals.”}}

So over the next few days, I’ll be experimenting with some blog-post styles to see how I can reconcile the writer me with the fashionable me. I’ve seen quite a few fashion bloggers include their fashion pictures throughout their post and somehow make it all cohesive even if they’re not actually talking about their outfit, and I want to figure out how to do that.

And if you’re a boy who thinks it’s dumb, go throw some rocks* or mess up a car engine or something equally manly and we’ll call it even. Mr. Rochester joins you in looking disdainful and annoyed:

Poor man. He’s surrounded by jewelry, belts, vintage hats, and owls.


I decided at the end of this post to make this one my first experiment with including outfit pictures throughout. I don’t think it worked very well. But I’ll let you be the judge of that.

I’m going to give up and give in to my girly side completely and write the next chapter of my romance novel. Rather… I should say the romance novel I’m currently working on out of the five I haven’t finished yet, because… otherwise it sounds like I’m nice and orderly and only work on one thing at a time. Which is completely untrue.



P.S. Owl of the day:

Also, my cat’s front fang is loose. I’m worried about her. She’s having trouble eating. I just…thought you should know.

*I don’t really know why throwing rocks is manly.

{edit: hover over the pictures. I may or may not have inserted very random captions.}


    • Mara

      But I really like the word “Bloggyversary” (yes, I did make that up. I know. I’m brilliant.). Wait… if that was my blog’s birth, does this mean I’m a mother? And the blog is my kid? I should give it a name. Like Alistair. Or Toby. Mmm… Toby. I think I shall hitherto refer to my blog as Toby. Speaking of which, I really love that name, and I may actually name one of my children that. We had a cat once named Toby. I was about two or three, and he was enormously huge, and I could not lift him. He ran away. I was sad. And then I had a toothbrush that was branded “Toby” and I loved it. Until it got thrown away.

      … so that was completely random. (I think it started when I edited this post to change the captions of all the pictures, and then began to think I was witty, and then… just sort of veered off into the land of rambly things.)

      *ahem* I should put the decision up to a poll and see what the non-commenters (aka stalkers) think. 😀

  • Asia Morela

    ^A birth *is* an event too, though. 🙂

    I’m sure boys are okay with seeing pictures of a pretty girl in lovely clothes. 😀 I know I am, and it isn’t because I am actively interested in fashion. Also, it’s nice to see what people actually look like. In different outfits. 😉

    • Mara

      I’m going to edit it into this post as a vote. 😀 Because I really like the term “Bloggyversary,” but I also want to know what my stalkers think.

      Haha! Well… it’s nice to know I’m valued for my brain. 😉 I like seeing what people look like. In clothes.

    • Avra-Sha Faohla

      Asia —
      Birthday is more specific than anniversary, and since it’s generally better to be more specific, I chose the former. But now I’m rethinking my vote in favor of Bloggyversary, which might just be the most specific of the three. 😀

      • Asia Morela

        Well, if you want to be specific, then “anniversary” specifically commemorates an event that took place on the same day, years before, while “birthday” is just a date as such, which does or does not, call for celebration. Which is why we never say “birthday” in common French speech to refer to living people’s birthdays, but systematically use “anniversary”, meaning that beyond the mere fact that it is somebody’s birthday, we specifically wish to celebrate the memory of said birth as a special event.

        But “bloggyversary” is cool, too… 😀 Although it seems like we might end up just calling this day Mr. Rochester! Ha ha ha!

        • Mara

          I vote Bloggyversary- which does imply that it’s an anniversary– because Blogday just doesn’t sound as fun.

          I think it will be hilarious if we end up calling it Mr. Rochester. Especially because the actor who plays the Mr. Rochester I love best (aside from the book) is named Toby. But that’s not why I named my blog Toby.

          Okay… maybe it is… a little…

          • Asia Morela

            I think naming one’s blog is pretty cool. 😛 I’m usually quite good at personifying things myself. And I like “Toby”, too. Definitely a name to use in a fiction…

          • Mara

            I’ve never named anything that wasn’t alive before. So this is a first. And now that the blog has a name (and it’s a boy! which… all of my items that I give genders are boys, interesting enough…) it’s almost more fun to blog. 😀

        • Avra-Sha Faohla

          birth·day [búrth dày]
          (plural birth·days)
          1. anniversary of day of birth: the day in each year that is the anniversary of the day somebody was born (often used before a noun)

          Encarta ® World English Dictionary © & (P) 1998-2004 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.

          So “birthday” is a term that means “birthday anniversary.” Therefore, it is more specific than just “anniversary.” 😀

          I suppose none of this really matters, though, since I think we’ve all decided we like Bloggyversary, haven’t we? Or Mr. Rochester. Either way, it’s not birthday or anniversary.

          • Mara

            Hahah! I so knew you were going to look it up and define it! 😀 You’re like me. It’s funny.

            Yeah, I’m pretty sure I would probably have called it Bloggyversary no matter what, or Mr. Rochester… hmmm… what was I saying? Oh! Simply because birthday has no fun ways to combine with blog.