Do you like to sometimes fall deep into sleep and wake up in your dreams? Dreams that are no longer dreams but your reality, your destiny, a place where you were always striving to reach? Well, sometimes its better to live the dream and not wake up. Just sometimes its okay to let your whims and fancies take over and live out a fantasy that you have been secretly nurturing for a while.
Life as a blogger sees you through so many colors and worlds that the line between reality and imagination starts to blur. You live out different roles, just like actors, You perform a certain persona for the camera and then when the lights are turned out, there is a mixed emotion of euphoria and exhaustion. But its all worth your while when the results of all that scripting, that role play, the make up, the dress up and that emoting come in front of you. There is applause from inside and love from those who understand your language.
I am not sure about everyone but for me, there are times when my inspiration for a certain look stems from the strangest of places. It could be about a certain pattern and colors of clouds in the sky. It could be something I read in a book. It could be a tale of history, an interesting character, a thought that sparks a story and it starts to build up in my head bit by bit. Every art stems from imagining. Trivial or major, anything can trigger the brain to churn out a new story you want to convey to people- Something you do for yourself, not for others, but its worth sharing. Yes blogging is a lot of times sponsored, but its also a passion, a hobby, a spirit that you do for your creative satisfaction. There is a reason why some bloggers make the cut while others diminish into oblivion. Like every trade, its important to maintain your connect. No matter what.
I was so moody and confused for the last one year that my zeal to blog and my connect was wavering. It started to show in my performance, my words and my works. With this post I am officially declaring a comeback. I am not quitting and I am not going to lie low. That’s not the way this plays out. Three years back, I chose to let my expression become my profession. So be it. We play on.
This photo story I am sharing today is an extension of whims. Its an extension of being fanciful and whimsy and vain and playful. I know I won’t go out prancing in a Tulle skirt like an 18 year old, but I won’t mind playing dress up as Tinker Bell when I want to just because I am all grown up now. I am going to let that little girl out once in a while and make a show if it. It’s okay. It’s okay if it makes me happy. I deserve it and so do you. So the next time you feel like Veronica, let it show!
Photography and editing– OFFICIAL CNJ
Location courtesy– The Rabbit Hole, HKV
Skirt– Sourced from my niece
Heels– Too old to remember
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