I’ve always loved these little chatty posts about my life and everything that didn’t warrant a full post on its own, so I keep meaning to bring them back. I love reading them on other blogs, and I’m trying to strike a balance between life and style for my blog — which is a simple, vague way of saying I want to combine the two types of blog I like to read: storytelling and opinion articles about things, and pretty content — both fashion and my creative work as a photographer and graphic designer.
One of the reasons I’ve had some trouble making these posts is they overlap a little with the link love posts I also want to do regularly, and I’m frankly a bit afraid to go through my bookmarks for those posts. I did just manage to catch up on Bloglovin, though, so there’s probably hope. Probably.
I started a daily photo project on Instagram called #WearYourDamnJewelry. It’s about what you’d expect from the hashtag — I accumulated a lot of jewelry over 2013 from trading products on Etsy, and I brought a fair bit of it with me to London because it was easy to fit into crevices of my various pouches and suitcases. I just, much like back at home, never wear it. And it’s silly because I love it, so I’m making a point of wearing a difference piece every day and Instagramming it. The hardest thing is going to be wearing the nicer bits because I never dress up or wear make-up and I basically have five outfits on rotation in winter — three of which involve hoodies.
So far I’ve kept up with it. I’ve posted: chalcedony necklace from Modern Vintage Style / heart padlock earrings from Black Cat Links / rondelle necklace from finntastic2006 / rock bead bobby pin from Romeo’s Factory (one of my first logo designs!) / watercolor necklace from Pixie Bone Jewelry / bonus: crochet cloche hat from Add Some Stitches
Definitely optimistic about this. Plus it gives me one thing to post to Instagram every day, which has gone a long way towards my goal of posting 2-3 photos every day, consistently.
In fact, the only thing I’ve done consistently this week has been Instagramming. Just last Monday, the idea of posting that often every day felt incredibly difficult — and I still have a hard time thinking up appropriate captions for old photos, even though I fully intend to keep posting them. It’s too cold to go out and take new ones every day, and between Tuesday and Wednesday, I got enough photos around Belsize Park and central London to last me a while.
One of the reasons the daily Instagram goal felt difficult earlier this week was I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to start getting up during daylight again, but I’ve been making a lot of progress on that this week. Part of it is the fact that I’ve been coming to Starbucks every single day, so I no longer feel guilty thinking I’ll have to escape my room if I wake up when the heating is off. It’s an expensive habit, but it obviously works for me and I don’t have any other expensive habits, so my bank account is going to have to deal.
On Monday, I woke up at 6 PM, and since I was going to a thing at 1 PM the next day and I know how terrible my sleep schedule is, I just didn’t sleep at night. Tuesday I put makeup on and I walked around freezing my hands off taking pictures, and then I headed to Leicester Square for the first time in a while.
I attended a press screening of The Singing Bird Will Come, an independent psychological thriller. It was a fantastic experience that made me want a lot more experiences like it, which backs up my reasoning back in December to want to post more entertainment-related content on my blog this year. It’s where my passion really lies.
After the film, I took a walk up to the National Portrait Gallery and then down Charing Cross Road, and ended up getting a chicken burger and sitting for a little while at a Starbucks on New Oxford Street that had terrible wifi. I stocked up on shampoo and shower gel and crashed as soon as I got home — I’d been up for over 24 hours, and my eyelids kept drooping on the tube. The day after that, I woke up at 6 AM, then again at 9 AM, and eventually got out of bed before noon.
I haven’t got up that early since, but I’ve been coming to Starbucks when it was still light outside, and it’s done wonders for my mood. And I have a reason to get up early — like, normal-person hours early — for the next two weeks, so who knows — maybe I’ll suddenly become a functional human being.
How was your week?