Not that there's anything wrong with a little fantasy. The internets can, and should be a place where one can indulge in a sole facet of their personality, be it clothes, literature, musings on the nature of the universe, or pygmy goats. Still, I myself tend to gravitate towards logs where you can see a glimpse of the real person behind the blog. I don't necessarily have to hear about what you had for breakfast, but if you want to tell me, I'm interested. (Or if you just want to share pictures of your husband and cat.)
So, in the spirit of full disclosure, I spent this weekend partying on Friday, recovering and doing chores on Saturday, as well scoring some sweet presents at our thrift store's bazaar, for a certain someone who definitely sometimes lives in a fantasy world. I also turned over and covered my garden in cardboard, in an attempt to fight back the weeds. I re-started my sourdough, did laundry, cleaned the house, sorted trough 20 pounds of potatoes, some of which were only good for seed, and all of which were dirty.
And I did not do all this dressed like a woodland nymph.
An alternative Wardrobe Remix, anyone? One where everyone shares their painting clothes and home sweatpants? (Actually, when I worked in a department store that had a uniform, I used to fantasize about Uniform Remix-where you would show how everyone made the uniform their own. There were some truly original takes.)
To be truthful though, I did do some of it dressed like this. And that sunset journey really did happen. Romantic and prosaic in turns. Life, that is.
How was your weekend? And what's your preferred amount of reality?