If I was a celebrity, there would be word all over town about my stint in rehab or a Beverley Hills nip/tuck clinic by now. Thankfully, I am no such delinquent diva and without such addictive or obsessive tendencies, or the finances to fund such a lifestyle.
In truth, I went through a lifestyle change of my own. I started a new job which required a degree of attention and focus that I had not previously committed. It made me more ‘serious’, at least for a little while and blogging about fashion and frivolous follies somehow got lost in the new rhythm.
It’s been over two months since my last blog post and it took me almost as much time to realise that I actually missed it. I missed getting excited about planning, documenting, expressing and most importantly, sharing. I missed the friends I made, the ones exceptionally sweet enough to have felt and acknowledged my virtual absence.
In my previous post, I proclaimed that I was back (“with a Wang”, memorably). Unfortunately, I didn’t keep true to my word.
Here’s to take two – an inevitable return, without the dramatics. There’s no cape, no gale force winds, no Margaret Mitchell allusions here – just simple old me, doing what I do and wearing material extensions of myself. Same same but different.