Why a blog?

I give up, easily.
Anything. Everything.
Because of a lack of confidence.

People won't like me, laugh at me, think I'm stupid.
That is why my entire life I hid away, in dark clothes.
Black, dark blue or grey.
Anything to make me invisible.

I never used make-up in high school because I didn't know how.
My hair was always the same because I had no idea what to do with it (ponytail, tightly pulled back, in case you're curious).

When I was 18 I got married and I wanted a change.
I wanted the real me to come out.
But I still had no clue how.

At 26 I started this blog.
So that I wouldn't give up, wouldn't forget where I was going.

This is my journey, feel free to walk it with me, every step of the way.
All my failures, all my mistakes.
But also my winnings, my happy moments and my bliss.
I'll be honored to have you with me.


PersonalPosted by Fashiondisaster Wed, January 11, 2017 22:24:02
It's not a secret,
Men don't like shopping,
Like us,
And girls do.

My husband mostly humors me,
By going into a shop with me,
For about two minutes,
And then he had enough,
And sits outside,
On a bench or something,
Or most of the time,

He's fine with it,
Having me browse around for hours,
As long as he doesn't have to stand with me,
All of those hours.

Tonight it had me wondering,
What if I ever achieve something in fashion?
I know,
Big if,
But not the point,
What would he do then?

Sending me off on my own?
Drifting apart?
And I kind of panicked a bit there,
Because he's my best friend,
And I want him next to me,
But would he want to be beside me,
For hours of fitting,
Or something like that?

We talked about it,
And he told me not to worry,
He'll be there,
Even if it's just to be sure,
No one else whisks me away,
(Who would, seriously?),
In a kidding kind of way of course,
But I wanted a serious,
Straight forward answer.

And since he's a Capricorn,
I got just that:
"Well, I don't like shopping,
Because when you go into a shop,
It's like,
Let's see what they have that I can buy,
While I walk into a shop,
Knowing what I want,
And I only buy that".

I replied that his way sounded quite boring,
Draining all the fun out of shopping,
Turns out,
My way sucks out all of the fun,
Of shopping for him too.

He hates browsing around for hours,
Watching me pick 15 items,
Hanging ten or more back,
Taking one piece back,
From the pile that I had chosen,
Not to buy.

"It's just a whole proces with you,
And it makes me tired".

So honey,
IF I ever make it into fashion,
Sit with me,
Read your book,
I'll be fine,
As long as I have you by my side,
Shopping or not.

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