Good morning! It’s still dark outside as I sit here typing with my first cup of coffee by my side. It’s weird that it’s dark after 6AM. Even though the weather is still decidedly summer, sitting here with the shroud of darkness around me, I’m starting to feel like fall is setting in. I miss those bright, early mornings. I always feel so energetic when I wake up at 5:30 to bright sunshine and birds chirping outside my window. It’s harder for me to get going in the dark.
Today we’re getting back to all of our regularly scheduled programs at church. Sunday School starts up again (we break over the summer) and tonight the kids have their first youth group meeting of the year. The means less time for me to putter this morning, so I need to be sure to leave myself plenty of time to get ready.
I was supposed to go to NYC this afternoon for NYFW (New York Fashion Week) but I cancelled a week ago. I’ve been watching the flurry of activity on Snapchat and Instagram as other bloggers are flitting around, attending fashion shows and parties, and all I feel is relief. I enjoy watching their adventures, but I have no desire to be there. And I won’t lie, going to NYC on September 11th did not appeal to me. Maybe that’s silly, but I’d rather stay in my safe little suburb and watch from afar.
But it’s not just the September 11th thing that makes me relieved that I’m not there. It’s all the stress over what to wear and which events to attend and how to maneuver the city streets in high heels and getting the great pictures, and it all just makes me feel like Country Mouse when she got to the big city and realized she didn’t belong.
I’m not a 25-year-old fashion blogger with no responsibilities at home and a photographer in tow and a suitcase full of Valentino and Yves Saint Laurent, and I’m willing to bet very few of you even care about what is happening on the runway in NYC. I’m a 40-something suburban wife and mom who blogs fashion for other suburban moms who are juggling jobs and kids and aging parents and trying not to lose all sense of style and self in the midst of it.
It’s easy to get caught up in what others are doing and feel like you should be doing it too just because you’re part of the same space, but this is a good reminder of who I am and who my audience is. In this biz, I’ve learned that I need a gut check from time to time to make sure I’m staying true to myself and serving my audience.
I’ve had a lot of opportunities to travel and do cool things over the last 10 years of blogging, and I have a few other things in the pipeline that are a good fit for me, but I don’t need to be at Fashion Week. And that’s not to say I’ll never go… but this year, I’m happy to be staying put.
Speaking of staying put, things on the homefront are finally getting back to normal — or getting to our new normal. Cyber school is going better than I ever expected. My daughter is pretty much completely self sufficient, and it hasn’t affected my ability to work much at all. Only time will tell if she is going to be happy with e-learning and doing all of her schooling at home, but for now it is going well. It’s more personal than I expected. There’s a chatroom for every grade level that is always open, and she pops in when she needs help or has a question, and a teacher always responds right away.
She started her dance classes yesterday, and she’s been hanging with friends in the evenings and over the weekend, so I have no concern for her socialization. It kind of cracks me up that people always bring up socialization when you mention a child schooling at home. In this day and age, kids are typically involved in so many activities, plus there’s the church and the neighborhood, it’s really not an issue — especially at this age when friendships are already established.
The other two kids are finally recovered from that nasty virus. My son was able to participate in marching band Friday night at the high school football game (he is a drummer, and those drums are HEAVY, so even though he was back in school this week, he wasn’t going to band practice.) My little one has been fine since I got her back into school on Thursday. I think anxiety was playing a larger part than the virus, and because both involved stomach aches, it was hard to tell if she was sick or just worked up over going back to school and missing so much so early in the year. I had a feeling that’s what was going on, but I wasn’t sure, and now I know that I probably should have pushed her to go back to school earlier, but hindsight is 20/20 and all that.
All’s well that ends well, I suppose; but man, what a week!
I’m behind on shooting outfits, and I wasted some photo opportunities yesterday because I couldn’t seem to get the outfits I was working on to come together. I have to admit, I’m a little frustrated by that at the moment. It’s easy to put together new combinations of sweaters and jeans, but I really want to show more variety than that. I’ve ordered so much stuff that is mostly all going back because it’s just not quite right.
I probably should go to the mall this week so I can try things on and don’t need to mess with so much ordering and returning. Plus, I could use a day out of the house. I’m a homebody, but it always feels good to get out — it’s just hard for me to get motivated to go somewhere. I’m always glad I did, though.
Well, I’ve rambled long enough. I need to get moving if we’re going to get to church on time. I’m teaching the preschool Sunday School class, so I can’t be late!
I hope you all have a lovely day!