Wig in a Box
I had a minor freakout tonight when I came across a blog that was just so beautiful, it enraged me! It was filled with hazy photos of glamorous people doing laid-back, glamorous things; picture Grace Kelly hanging out on somebody's back porch eating some crostini with fresh chevre and apricots. The worst part is that these people lived in my town, and they were my age.
Envy is the worst. The more I looked, the fatter, lazier, and loserish I felt. Sometimes pretty personal blogs drive me crazy; they can be skewed to represent a totally unrealistic life that consists of sun-kissed champagne breakfasts, perfectly tailored vintage clothes, and a neverending supply of fresh flowers. They seem to say, "Here's my life. Isn't it fabulous and perfect? Look, here are some pictures to prove it." Was I jealous? I was, and then I wasn't. It's a matter of perception, and then perspective, which can take a while to come in to focus.
I compare myself to other people a lot, and it's always a mistake. I should know better by now, because it only takes about five minutes for me to remember how much I love my life and all its dirty dishes and dry feet; all the normal little details that make it real. Do you ever go crazy when you've seen one too many perfect lifestyle blog? How do you talk yourself down? Inquiring minds would like to know.
Also, here's more Hedwig to illustrate how I feel.