So a warning: If you aren’t interested in attending my pity party, I recommend you stop reading. Because I’m about to get deep into some serious feeling sorry for myself, and if that’s not your thing, I recommend you open another tab and start browsing Zappos immediately. I won’t be offended.
Otherwise, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
So here it is: I’m beginning to wonder whether I’m actually cut out to be a fashion blogger. You see, not too long ago I entered a contest to become America’s Most Stylish Blogger. Now, I’ve said before, I never win anything. Plus, I tend not to put a lot of stock in contests as a general rule anyway, because, well, it’s better not to.
But in reading over the winning entries I realized a few things. First, they were ALL about the pictures. Now, I know I need to learn to think more visually if I’m going to blog. But it’s not something that comes naturally to me. In fact, I almost never remember to take pictures when I’m shopping. What self-respecting fashion blogger doesn’t take pictures of outfits?!
Now, Crisis in Denim focuses a lot on writing. Perhaps too much. Contrast this to most of the winning entrants, who include very little text on their blogs. In fact one had several posts that, well, let’s say just say were so reminiscent of Ulysses that I couldn’t quite catch their meaning. Plus, the writer mixed up “there” and “their.” True, that makes the editor in me cringe. But honestly, if I were a fashion designer, or a model or a stylist– well, I don’t think I would care whether I knew the difference between “there” and “their” either.
Which brings me to my next point: everyone who won appears to work in the fashion industry, be in her 20′s and be a model. A model! As part of this contest you were supposed to submit a picture of yourself in your favorite outfit. Looking at the winning entries I could DIE of shame, literally DIE, when I look at the picture I submitted.
Me standing in my living room in what I once thought is the most stylish thing I own, which in comparison to the winning contestants’ magazine-quality photos, is not stylish at all. Plus, I am sucking in my stomach within an inch of its life, and I STILL look as though I actually swallowed one of the WINNING contestants.
And now, because I have vowed to think more visually when working on my blog, I shall share these pictures with you.
Now, this is not to diss on the winners. I want to make this clear. This is to diss on me, ME!, because I am not sure that I really belong in the fashionista crowd.
Now, for the positive: I have learned a lot from entering this contest, and have read a lot of great blogs and seen lots of super-cute clothes. I’ve also generated an idea or two from my own blog… since, as they say, I’m not dead yet.
Okay, the pity party is over. Please go home. Just promise you’ll come back another day. I promise my next party will be much more fun.