Bloggy Friend Lucky Holly was telling us about the upcoming visit of Blue Lilly to Australia.
I said as much as I was jealous, I couldn't book a session. My kids probably wouldn't behave and we don't own swanky enough clothes to be photographed by her.
Sometimes I feel stuck in the middle.
I've got no class and my kids certainly don't.
Aspirations for a beautifully decorated - home, body, children, room, even just the bed, seem unreachable to me.
My house is plain, not decorated and filled old mismatching furniture. I don't think any of us wear clothes that cost more than $10. Most of it is second, third, fourth hand.
Sometimes I love to embrace what I am. To be positive with how I have chosen to live. Embrace the truth, that if I had any style I would have the above mentioned things. Since I don't - just man up and stop hoping for it to happen. Why wish or be sad for those things. I've been at this current house for 5 years and I still don't even have family photos on the wall, yet alone decorated.
I have ideals and ideas that would suit a tree hugging hippy, or a non consumer type but then I don't really live up to that either. I'm not wholly committed to that type of lifestyle. I do like stuff!
So I am stuck.
In the middle.
Not stylish, sophisticated, classy.
Not a complete frugal mother earth type either.
Stuck. Almost as a non identity. And that almost suits. Remember my post about not having favourite anythings? I think it might be all connected. How does one go about getting some class?
Which way shall I go?