My grandmother died one month ago, and I think I used up all my words being sad about it.
I must have sat down at my computer to write a dozen times, only to realize that my perspective on everything was sad. Claire? Sad. Fashion? Sad. Dogs? Sad. One morning in the shower I composed the entire first paragraph of a post and realized that it was super depressing for absolutely no reason. One Saturday I sat down and processed three months of Stitch Fix pictures and four months of Birchbox pictures, and I could not bring myself to have the follow-up post to my grandma dying being about anything so frivolous. (Why so backed up? Because the month before my cousin died out of the blue and then other family drama-llama-ding-dong, and so far 2015 has not been a banner year for people related to me.)
Instead, the first post back will be not really much of a post at all, about not having any posts. I guess that’s okay, but it’s not my preference.