If there's one thing that weirds me out about blogging, it's talking about blogging on my blog.
It feels like the worst kind of faux pas and I should know, because I am, in fact, one of the matriarchs of blogging. Or at least that's how it feels whenever I make a string of decisions that ends with me walking into a blogging conference of twenty-somethings wearing Pocahontas headbands slung about their foreheads, pushing their hair up on their head in a way that would make me look like I suffered an unfortunate event earlier in the day and didn't realize how ridiculous I still looked.
Only they don't look ridiculous.
They look dewy and amazing and tender-skinned.
They look like they probably know html code and like they own multiple legit lipsticks.
They give me the feeling that I should bear some measure of shame over my incapability of using a computer without a mouse. I love them and they love me, but they think I'm wise. If you know what I mean.
I've been at this gig this for a very long time. I know what works for me.
But today, I'm breaking my own rule. I'm flinging open my freshly-painted doors and inviting you in for a tour (don't go in the boys' room, just DON'T) and pretend cookies.
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Kelly's photography skills. Guys, this is me. On the daily. When I'm writing to you, this is how I look. If you ever find yourself imagining me for some strange reason, let it be exactly like this - with bedhead, no make-up, and a mug of Earl Grey.
Don't let the fancy photo on my sidebar confuse you. At my very core I'm all misbehaving hair and that wonky birthmark beside my eye.
But I do love having tea with you. I love what we've got going here.
I love that you take me just as I am.
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Blog update by Danielle Burkleo