Welp. It's official.
This little ol blog of mine has turned a whole year old.
I spent a lot of time arguing with myself about what I wanted this post to be. For a while I wanted to do a revamped version of my favorite posts, but I did that when I hit the big 1-0-0. (Read it, it has a lot of my older posts!) Then I thought I could just do a ton of reflecting about the past year as a person but I sort of did that too. (Check that one too - isn't Mack the cutest?) And after that I figured maybe I should just be a minimalist and show my very first post and be done. (Okay that one you don't really have to read...pretty rambly, amiright?)
So I defaulted to getting dressed up in my favorite number (I bought it in Paris! Holla for the one-time chic-ness!) and having a ridiculous photoshoot with my roommate Molly.
I guess what I'm saying is that I'm pretty bad at reflecting. And maybe I don't need to. Maybe I just need to jump around in something covered in tulle and be ridiculous.
And I'm pretty darn good at that.
Happy birthday, little blog.
Labels: blog things, personal, rambles