The end

367 posts later, I think this blog has served its purpose. I started it four years ago simply as a way to record my thinking about fashion, which for me at the time was a process of exploration. I was thinking about how I wanted to appear to the world, and how to achieve it. In a sense, it was a record of my search for personal style.

If I look back through it, I know I'll see awkwardness, superficiality, and materialism. When a friend of a friend was told about my blog, his response was, "what's the point of it?" Fair enough. But it wasn't meant to be interesting to anyone else besides me. Still, I'll keep it up on the web as a record of an imperfect time in my life, when I was looking for beauty and hoping some of it might rub off on me.

I have started a new blog that continues to explore my interest in fashion, vintage, and food (the latter a rediscovery of an old passion). It's a bit more presentable, I think, than this blog was ever meant to be.

The end of anything is sad for me. Even when it ends with a sense of completeness.