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Is there anything more enjoyable than fashion bloggers in ridiculous poses? Non, bien sur. It’s a gift that keeps on giving and I can’t get enough. Low level offenders regularly pull the Distance Gazing, Hair Touching and The Flamingo pose, but it only gets more hilarious from there.
First, a tutorial:
Jessica Quirk’s attempt at yet another reinvention, That’s Quirky, is set to launch in June. To help boost future traffic to the as-yet shuttered site, she graced the public with a sneak peek of the 92-year-old hizzouse on the That’s Quirky Facebook page. Can she go from fashion has-been to lifestyle blogger extraordinaire?
Yawny yawn. I’m smelling a ripped-off combination of Rockstar Diaries (minus the spawnlets) & Young House Love on our way. From the lack of effort happening over on What I Wore, one can’t help but think that she’s going to merge the two blogs. AND, if that doesn’t work out, there’s always her witty live tweetfests of The Bachelorette to bring in the big bucks.
We’ve gotten on her about this before, but Cuppy is a constant complainer. Regular offenders include her long weeks, busy weekends and her SUPER STRESSFUL JOB. (She blogs full-time, by the way.)
Here a rundown of her latest round of white girl problems:
This past weekend was spent almost entirely running errands, so I threw on a highlighter-yellow skirt to offset our rather hectic schedule. We had ordered a new mattress weeks ago that was supposed to be delivered sometime in mid-June, but it ended up arriving on Saturday, much to our surprise. Since our previous mattress was a different size, we scrambled the whole day to find new bedding. I love how it all came together though (I’ll share pictures soon!), and getting to slip into fresh sheets at the end of the weekend was the ultimate reward. (1)
It’s a constant struggle for me to shut off at the end of the day. Since I work from home, often times my office ends up overflowing onto the dining room table, where my computer is merely pushed to the side while I eat. This week I made an effort to savor the moments at the end of the day – the warm, fragrant breeze and the light that flooded our back bedroom. I unpacked the last of my trinkets from Italy (little candy tins and a striped spoon) and now feel ready to tackle the weekend. (2)
This was a good week, even though it felt absurdly long (at one point I was convinced the days were moving backwards). But it was also well balanced – with some great meetings, meals with girlfriends, beautiful weather, and a night to myself where I ate caramel out of a jar while watching TV. Sometimes it’s those classier moments that make for the perfect ending to a long day. Have a nice weekend! (3)
I lost it at OMG WE HAVE NO SHEETS FOR OUR MATTRESS. Of all the white girl problem shit she’s said before, “scrambling” to find new sheets as if it’s some kind of hectic emergency situation really pissed me off. Knowing that she just spent about a month cavorting around Italy with Sir Geoffrey The White Knight doesn’t help.
And while we’re here, let’s discuss the office overflow onto the dining table problem. She has to eat AND work at the same time? What a unique unicorn special snowflake she is! Oh, the burdens of photographing your bar cart and inappropriately short skirts! Woe be unto you should you choose this path of stress for yourself!
GIRL. PERSPECTIVE! FIND IT.
Leandra Medine, who has taken 15 Minutes of Fame to a new level with her blog Man Repeller, fired off an angry reply on Twitter to IFB this morning after they tweeted about her allegedly earning $8,000 for a two hour appearance.
But is her revenue really inappropriate for anyone be discussing? Not really, considering Leandra revealed late last year that she made over $10,000 in two months using affiliate linking program Linkshare on her blog. In the article in Fashionologie, she admitted:
When I’m working with other brands, my first question is, ‘What am I doing for you?’ and ‘Do you want me to blog about it?’ Because, if it’s attached to the blog, I’ll charge two to three times the amount. It’s all about setting benchmarks: I did one gig in May where I styled mannequins and made $5,000. I decided that I’m no longer going to do styling gigs for $500 or $1,000 if I can hold onto my guns and get more.
Maybe congratulations are in order?
I haven’t made a big to do about this yet, but Adam and I are moving into a new house and my mind has moved from clothes to paint colors and fabric swatches. I have nearly zero interest in what I’m wearing these days and I’ll probably take a couple of days off to focus on cleaning and painting at the new place instead of my daily outfit. If you’re interested in that sort of thing, Adam and I are relaunching That’s Quirky to document the whole process. The site is set to go live in early June and in the meantime, follow along with us on facebook.
Well, Messy, you’re definitely not the only one with zero interest in what you’re wearing these days. I can’t really be bothered to get my snark up for Messica the past few months since there’s only so many ways you can say FAIL, but I’ll be watching this relaunch with semi-drunken interest since That’s Quirky was such a downer before. (I think she thought they’d get into a house the instant they moved from NYC and now 10 years later or whatever, she finally is.)
Unofficial poll time! What do you think the chances are that she’ll merge What I Wore into That’s Quirky and call it a day? After all, more and more fashion/style bloggers are being forced to create lifestyle content to keep up with the Cupcakes & Cashmeres of the world. Does she have the ability to keep content up on two blogs? I doubt it. After all, this is the girl who spends five hours answering emails.
Some bloggers thought it would be really eye-opening to start a series called “Things I’m Afraid To Tell You.” I think it was conceived with the best of intentions but has instead spiraled into a attention-whoring, self-administered questionnaire.
Anyway, the Things I’m Afraid To Tell You stuff started after “a flood of bloggers raised their virtual hands to say that ‘Yes, they too were concerned / frustrated / flummoxed about the vast cavern between true reality and the presentation of ‘reality’ on blogs.’”
First of all: WHERE HAVE YOU ALL BEEN? We’ve been covering this shit for YEARS. You are just now deciding to show concern for bloggers being not exactly forthcoming about their carefully crafted personas?!
To combat all the virtual hand raising, bloggers are revealing intimate, embarrassing, afraid-to-tell-you details about their lives. For example, one blogger admits, “I’m surprisingly non-crafty. I don’t have the patience or attention to detail, which is why designing and styling is more up my alley.” Another poor soul says, “I have fallen out of love with running. This is perhaps the hardest thing to reveal.” And most horrifying? “I’ve acquired a little Irish accent.”
In response to all of these painful admissions, Jessica Quirk expressed admiration on her Facebook page for the collective bravery in these bloggers admitting that they aren’t crafty/athletic/accent-free.
I am so amazingly inspired by reading through the “Things I’m Afraid to Tell You” series[...] In short – wave your freak flag and share your flawed and amazing self with the world. We owe it to each other! And thank you again for so many of you who echoed this thinking in a question I posed on Tuesday. I’m working up the courage to share my list (because God knows I’d rather not be trashed online once I do), but I’ll get there!! In the meantime, please check out these links! They might make YOUR day too!!
“Things I’m Afraid To Tell You” is an interesting concept and more bloggers should admit when or if they’ve purposefully altered a reader’s perception of their life or lifestyle. I’d read honest posts like that all day long. But when most of the participants are doing it for pageviews/attention/linkbacks and admitting things like ZOMG I DON’T LIKE RUNNING, it becomes a vanity exercise, pure and simple. There’s nothing brave about wanting attention.
My sweet sister Jillyan sent us a care package yesterday filled with our favorite candy, books for Everett and a giant bag of confetti. Attached to the confetti was a little note:
Because sometimes the best cure for anything is grabbing a handful of this stuff, throwing it in the air and yelling.
The girl knows what’s up.
And I’ll love her forever for it.
There’s something about Sydney that rubs me the wrong way and while I can’t quite put my finger on it, I do know that throwing confetti outside just to get the perfect shot for your bloggy blog is about the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen. (And obviously we’ve seen some dumb shit around here.) I think it’s hilarious how these girls (especially the lifestyle bloggers) think the entire world is their Special Photo Studio. “Littering a shit ton of confetti outside so I can get a post up on my blog? WHY NOT?!”
Oh, and there’s been some talk about how she’s wearing more expensive c/o’d clothing since her Washingtonian column came out and that had her readers all in a tizzy. Don’t know much else about that, but thought I’d throw it out in case anyone wants to comment.