I am having serious writer’s block this week and can’t think of an interesting or quirky topic to write about with these outfit photos, which, like, really hurts my brain and my heart. So here’s a mini-rant, instead. Get excited.
Also, I prefer (and bend over backwards) to put up three posts a week here, but this week I can only get to two. And even though I sort of feel like a loser/slacker/horrible goal-abandonner, I am reminding myself that it is okay. Everything is fine. Y’all probably wouldn’t have even noticed the missing blog post this one week if I didn’t blatantly call attention to it, and some of you are probably right here with me on the struggle bus of not accomplishing everything we’d like to in this moment.
Freckles and Figs is a place where I want to be real with readers, so here you go. I’m not always the best at balancing schedules. It can be tough to come up with original and fun content — visually and written — three times a week on top of a full-time job and, you know, life. And I love doing that! I love this blog! It’s one of the best parts of my life. But while I wish I could put every ounce of my effort and time into it, I can’t. (Wah.) Sometimes I need to disconnect or focus on other responsibilities. So, this week I bring you a complain-y post and also apple cinnamon pancakes from Monday (go look and drool if you haven’t already).
If you’re still reading ’til this point, you’re a saint. Thanks for letting me talk about things I love here, like fashion and food and health, and also things I don’t love, like writer’s block and random man strangers telling women to smile more. Wow, I just remembered how annoying that is. What I’m getting at is, I appreciate you! Even though I’m feeling very blasé with the state of my productivity this week, I’m still so appreciative of anyone who has read what I have to say at any point in time. You, my dear friends, are bae. And in appreciation for bae, I bring you the best peasant top you’ll buy this season — for under $30. You. Are. Welcome. (For both the peasant top and also the world’s cringy-est transition from real talk to clothing talk.)