I've spent the last few hours searching the internet for a good place to host this blog, and I've come right back to where I started.
Blogger, I just don't know how to quit you.
I honestly think I'd had some kind of identity crisis. I was trying to reconcile the fashion-blogger voice (self-assured, twee, dare I say condescending?) with the Clara-voice (sarcastic, unduly enthused with parentheticals, unqualified for this position). To hell with that. I will fashion-blog the shit out of this internet, and I will do it my way.
That is, once I get home and regain access to a quality camera. iSight isn't exactly top notch. Why I didn't bring my dslr (his name is turtle) on vacation with me is a mystery to all of us.
Blogger, I just don't know how to quit you.
So I voyaged home, did some major tweaking, and this blog finally seems to look the way I wanted it to all along. It looks like me.
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| what i look like most of the time |
That is, once I get home and regain access to a quality camera. iSight isn't exactly top notch. Why I didn't bring my dslr (his name is turtle) on vacation with me is a mystery to all of us.
