Recently Ali over at Wardrobe Oxygen posted about knowing your own personal style versus copying the style of a blog you follow. I thought it was a very interesting article, and one the generated a lot of feelings in her readers. It also got me thinking about the direction of my own blog.
Those of you who know me know that I love clothes. Cardigans and socks especially. When at work an outfit seems incomplete to me without a cardigan, colorful tights, or oddly patterned socks. I gain ideas from friends, TV, and blogs.
I don't read fashion magazines, I never did. A lot of that comes from growing up in a very small town (less than 2000 people) that did not offer easy access to shopping. You had to learn to dress within the confines of the stores readily available and make it your own. DFW was about a 3 hour drive, so on rare occasions we got to go "good" shopping in Fort Worth.
It was not easy. Lucy was (and in some cases still is) very skittish. She hates loud noises, does not like to be caged, and used to flinch when you went to pat her head. We knew it would be tough, we had no idea what she had been through before the ASPCA found her. However, for putting in time and love, we have been rewarded with the sweetest dog ever. Our lives are fuller for having these two be a part of it. Sophie is high maintenance, Lucy is a little neurotic, but they make our lives complete. For the brief time I get to spend with them, I want their lives to be safe, fun, and happy. And they will repay me in kind.
|Wonder what she is thinking...|
|Lucy, hiding from my camera.|
We left DFW for Charlotte, then Charlotte to Gatwick. The flight from DFW was a little bumpy, and the flight to London was loooooooooooooooong. As someone who has rarely flown, I wasn't mentally prepared for over 8 hours on a plane. The good news, we had tv's where we could pick from about 10 movies. The bad news, they did not work the entire way there. The plane to Gatwick was 2-4-2 across, and we were thankfully, in a 2. We flew overnight, so after about 4 hours on the plane, we both crashed.
London 7:40 am. Texas 1:40 am.
|J at Victoria Station|
|J walking down Butcher Row. Imagine that in a really scary Vincent Price voice.|
|The dark tunnel we had to walk through to get to the hotel.|
|A raven from the Tower of London.|