Perfectly Imperfect

Hello, my dear foxies! After a short rest of the blog, I’m here again. I always promise I will be more regular with the posts, but I never fulfill that promise. I work too much, and can’t find enough time for photoshoots. The beautiful dresses are hanging in the closet and waiting to be photographed.

Last month I wanted so much to make some photos but everything failed, and I was so angry. I was bitching at everyone and everything around me. I was angry that I had to shoot with my old camera which is worst than a phone camera, but there are bloggers who take pictures of their phones and their pictures get super cool. I didn’t like the photos, and how the shadow of my hat falls on my face.

However, these days I thought about something. I must not care about things like these. I do not have to compare myself to others because I am what I am. My photos do not have to be perfect because I’m not perfect. Yes, I want to be a real blogger, with pictures that look like editorials for famous fashion magazines, but I’m just foxy, with a lot of flaws and a blog that I put my whole heart on. And just for the protocol: I wear a Bershka dress and H&M hat, Chinese earrings, and shoes with no brand.