The other day I was looking at some of the other blogs that I admire. On a daily basis, I see piles of unbelievable photos of trendy households, uber stylish wardrobes, and just all this cool stuff, you know? And then I look around at my life, with my wonderful but modest home that would hardly be featured in Houz, and my wardrobe that is, well, not only maternity but on it’s third cycle, and I think about all the cool stuff I want to do or have but can’t right now, and I feel just so…so…..normal.
I do not, for the record, say this with an ounce of self pity or jealousy. It’s not that I long to be someone different, or that I think these other people are somehow better than me. Sure, I would take some of these blogger’s wardrobes in .01 seconds if they offered them to me, but I really am content with my life. I just wonder sometimes why people would ever want a tour of my home, or a preview of my capsule wardrobe, etc, etc, when there are so many better, cooler options out there.
I was sharing this sentiment with my resident counselor, wise-worded speaker, and our official level headed person – Mike. AKA the husband. I wasn’t complaining, I was just feeling like how can my blog compete amidst all this coolness. All these trendy lifestyles. All the stuff!
As always, the hubs responded with his typical combination of practicality and easy-goingness that often times (most times) drives me bonkers, mostly because I know he is right and it’s just annoying. Anyways.
He told me that my normality was a good thing; that there are more normal people out there than the super “of the moment” types. He said I just need to take my normal and make it awesome.
I liked that.
So I’m going to just continue showing you guys my normal. My normal home with it’s outdated bathroom. My normal kids with their normal good days and bad days. My normal wardrobe. My normal lifestyle that isn’t subsidized, sponsored, or profitable in any way.
Why? Because I really, honestly, just love doing this.
There are bloggers out there whose wardrobes make me weak in the knees or whose homes make me feel like I’m basically the little old lady who lives in the shoe by comparison, but you know what? That is their bag. My bag is a little worn and probably second hand. That’s me, that’s my blog. And it’s not so much, “I hope you like me despite the differences,” as it is, “I hope you enjoy the difference.”