blob snob?

(...a follow up to yesterday's post. But FYI, I cut and moved the beginning here as a reference point. So, if it sounds familiar, you're not crazy. well...you might be, but that has nothing to do with me)

"I'm not cutesy. I'm not romantic. It's too late to pretend like i am graceful or profound. Or that i sew weird little cross eyed dolls for my daughter on a whim, or that I naturally notice little things like...whiskers on kittens. I don't call people "darlings" and I am absolutely sure that I don't take pictures for posts of my homemade flax seed frittatas (or even claim to know what a frittata is).

In fact, did i just eat 9 mini santa candy bars for lunch? Yes. Yes i did."

Now before you roll your eyes and say without emotion "yesss. Team Boo. we get it, we get it. you're quirky and you think poop jokes are funny which is ironic cause your a housewife and housewives are supposed to be lame and stuff"...please believe me when i say: I understand.


...It reminds me of forever ago, when Jennifer Love Hewitt was still famous (not that i'm famous), and she was on that MTV show "You think you know, but you have NO idea" and she'd pretend pick her nose and called herself a "big dork" like 28 times. Basically saying "not only am i hot, but I'm down to earth and fart just like one of the guys" and then we were supposed to be all "wow. she is the PERfect girl!" but instead we just threw up on our TV screens. 


She was the Megan fox of the 90's, if you will.


And I am not trying to lead a revolution here! or say that i'm so unique and cool. this isn't an "us against them" post but rather an "accept our differences" one. It's just that sometimes i start to act like J. Lo when she dated P.ditty (excuse me, "Ditty Dirty Money") with her half tops and bandanas...and then we were all "what the..." the next day when she was all regal and "old hollywood" dating Ben Affleck and only answering to "jennifer," buuuut inevitably went back to her old Bronxy self with her giant hoop earrings and her teacup chihuahua latin dreamboat husband. 


...and the universe was right again.


(holy pop culture references. Are you still with me??)

Basically...I love DIY blogs. I love pretty picture blogs. I love fashion and food blogs. i do! In fact, i spend many of my web hours drooling over them and probably have all their stuff in my tumbler. My point is just that im not one of them. All i'm saying is, if blogs were dressing rooms, some would be Nordstroms while I would be like a Marshalls or something. Theirs would have complimentary personal shoppers and water bottles, and mine would have bad lighting and smell like...Doritos (but at least you might find some cute $7 shoes??)


However, if one day i (or you) wear something other than stretchy jeans and want to post about how well we hid our tummy fat with some vintage miracle dress...or we sew ourselves a quilt of our monogrammed family tree, or if i cook something that doesn't involve hamburger meat and salsa...I just might post it here. And I won't be "selling out" because there are no such thing as blog rules, hooray! (and besides, only teenage skaters say that :) 

team Boo ♥'s you
p.s. If you are a "nordstrom" blogger...then congratulations at not having to convince people you're awesome. 


p.p.s. yes...I did almost hurt myself backpedaling that fast.