This blog has been a funky spot for me recently. And by a funky spot, I mean “I’ve been in a funk with it” for quite some time. It annoys me to no end that 99% of the time I can’t think of the first thing to write about when I have a million ideas written down on my editorial calendar. They are really great ideas, but then I show up and I think “ehhhhh, do I really want to write about that today?!” And then I find myself asking questions like “Is my life really that interesting?” No. “Can I really keep people interested in what I have to say by talking about how much I love food, my inability to not pee my pants when sneezing and my newest sweater purchase every time I show up to this joint?” Exactly, you don’t care. I mean maybe you do care about food because we women have this insane ability to get really passionate about the things that matter the most [macaroni and cheese being at the top of the list, obvs] but other than that I feel like a wet cat just sitting around with nothing to offer the world.
I should back track – it’s not that I don’t think a wet cat has anything to offer the world, I just don’t know that it has anything good to offer. That’s not a total slam on cats. Just wet ones.
I can promise you that writing about wet cats wasn’t on the editorial calendar for this month. Instead, we have things like “what I would have told my 16-year-old self, summer to fall transitional outfits, a day in the life video” and the list goes on and then here I am, sitting silently like a brick with no personality. I promise I have a personality [in fact, a fun one after a glass or two of wine] it’s just that the blog doesn’t get to see it often recently. And I hate that. Living In Yellow – the coolest place to go take a nap.
So there you have it, a confession that even bloggers who blog full-time often [and have these really creative intelligent women working for them who come up with awesome topics to talk about] have absolutely no motivation to actually blog. A winning career skill, I know. My employees love me.
Now that we got that out of the way, let’s talk about the weekend, shall we? I’m headed to Chicago tomorrow for a weekend away with a couple of my LIY team members and two LIY readers all the way from California. We recently gave away a chance to win a weekend away for reaching 200,000 followers on Facebook [hip hip hoooooray!] where we get to stay at one of my Chicago favorites, The Dana Hotel and Spa, for a weekend full of surprises for these girls! It’s going to be a great time and I promise [or at least I will make a valiant effort] to share our experiences next week!
What else? Oh! Recently somebody [or a few people] have made comments that I am pregnant because a) I’m glowing and b) I don’t talk about wine very much anymore. Let’s settle that subject right now a) My skin is actually just really greasy in the summer b) most likely because of all of the wine and other fun adult beverages I have been consuming. So there’s that 🙂
You may be wondering why there is a random picture of Max and Ollie up there. It’s because it’s freaking cute and that’s all of the reasoning I have. We recently bought them this bed and I’ve made it my life mission to get them to lay on it. Anytime they make their way to it I cheer and grab my phone to take a picture because this is what you do when you don’t have human children and are a freak.
With all of that being said, it’s time I go pack for the weekend, go see the Emoji movie and walk around my house chanting “BIP! BIP!” hoping a new episode of Bachelor in Paradise magically appears on the TV.