Let me take you back to fourth grade. I remember a moment when my French teacher suddenly realized not a single pupil was paying attention to her irregular verbs lesson. She stopped talking, released a long sigh and dropped her head. In the quietness, we all looked at each other in confusion. Next, she popped up with the clap of her hands and quipped, “Se lever!…( ~~~~ something like “Stand up! Pay attention!” en Francais)”. She instructed all of us to get up and streeetcchhh, as if doing a slower version of the hokey-pokey would exorcise our boredom.
Okay so what’s my point (other than the shameless excuse to show you my childhood photos)? I am beginning to feel like Madame. Not quite as exasperated, but I empathize with Madame when she was in desperation after gathering zero response from her despondent students’ faces. These heart-breaking Google Analytics graphs of my website traffic look like an octogenarian’s cardiogram during her physical. But, like Madame and her teaching, I don’t write SSF for the fame***…(ha!) or the money $$(?). If I took on SSF to pay the bills, I don’t think it would be nearly as much fun. As for fame…. YES YOU CAN HAVE MY AUTOGRAPH. now go away.
[No BUT seriously] I think it’s easy to succumb to a desire for credit or recognition. My heart goes pitter-patter when I wait for the latest Google Analytics site traffic statistics to load, then kurplunks like the drop of a heavy textbook. And for what? Whether I have 40 readers or 4000, I need to remember why I do SSF.
Do what you love. And by gosh, wear whatever the hell you want! (Even ratty velcro shoes with lacey white socks, see above).
I just discovered your blog (after you left your comment on whowhatwear) and I love it!! Don’t stop!!