Over the weekend, I wrote a Facebook post about blogs, and whether
or not folks want to read them anymore. I was prompted to ask this
question after reading a post by my friend Katie, who writes the blog
given up their blogs, or are thinking about doing so.
The responses I received were mixed. Some said they stopped
reading blogs and prefer Instagram. Some said they stopped reading
certain blogs because of either annoying pop up adds, or the
feeling that blogs had become much less personal than they
were in the past. Too commercial, and readers get the feeling
that it's all about "look at me, make me famous".
I understand that feeling because there are blogs I have stopped
reading for those very same reasons.
I want to keep my blog until I am too old and feeble to write it.
Quite honestly, my blog has become an extension of me. I can't
quite find the time to write a post every day, but that doesn't mean
I'm not thinking of it. My husband suggests ideas for posts now
too. It's too much a part of me and my little family.
I received many personal messages and responses to my
questions on Facebook, asking me not to quit, and offering
suggestions for topics. One suggestion was that I divulge
more about myself. So, in response to that topic, here is
a look into my clothes closet.
Our house was designed and built in 1948 by a woman and her
architect. She quite obviously knew the value of closet and storage
space because it is generous. In the master bedroom, there are four
closets, two walk-ins and one standard type and a very large linen
closet.
My husband moved down here about two months before I did. He
claimed the walk-in closet in the dressing room. It is a good size space
with built in shoe racks and a built in four drawer dresser. At first
I was a bit miffed that he took the larger of the two walk-ins, but
as he explained, he doesn't have to disturb me in the morning because
the dressing room is just off the bedroom on the way to the bath.
He was right, and I am now quite happy with the decision.
As you can see from the above photo, I like to store my shoes in
their original boxes. I wipe them off after I wear them and I even
put the tissue paper back in the toes. I have always loved shoes.
I think I already told you the "paper loafer" story, didn't I?
I also love clothes. Believe it or not, I still have some clothes from
the mid 1980's before I married David. They still fit too! I chalk that
up to good genes (both my parents were slim), and the constant talk
about waistlines with both my Mom and my Aunt Susan. Aunt Susan
was a model in NYC in her younger days and never left that training
behind. Every time we would have one of our lengthy gab sessions,
she would ask me "what size is your waist now"? I keep a scale in
my closet because even though my Mom and Aunt Susan are both
gone, I feel like I need to keep up the family tradition.
I am very sentimental too, even about clothes and accessories. Here
is a cap from my old Alma Mater in Lake Forest, Illinois.
Here is something else about me .... I love my Jack's, and it's quite obvious.
It's so warm down in South Texas that I have winter sandals and summer ones
too. As you can see, if you can read the tiny print, I have small feet. I
wear a 5 1/2. My Paternal Grandmother has really tiny feet, even smaller
than mine. Having small feet is both a blessing and a curse. Shoes look
good, but it's not always easy to find my size. Jack Roger's always
seems to have them. Thanks, Jack!
These are my Hunter boots. Oh so necessary in South Texas because
when it rains it's not often a soft rain, but a gully washer. Puddles
everywhere. These keep me dry and stylish too. By the way, if you
call customer service at Hunter, everyone has the most charming
British accents!
I'm thinking of adding a fashion look book from time to time,
so that you can see how I put my looks together from this closet.
See, I am not all about decorating the house, I like to decorate
me too!
Sparkle and Shine and Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley
