Wear 368: Wear (17), Wander, Word

Seeing as days don't really apply anymore now that I don't, and haven't, blogged daily for a long time. And seeing as my three passions—what passes for fashion or maybe even style in the 'Wig world; the voracious consumption of other people's words and worlds; the desire and attempt to escape work for anywhere, a.n.y.w.h.e.r.e, else—may not be shared by all as a triptych. I have decided on a small change here at Fur Earwig! Wear, Wander, Word. From now on you can decide, simply by the title of the post, whether it is worth stopping by.

Wear: There will be clothes. And shoes. Definitely shoes. In fact I am currently counting, via blogposts, the number of shoes I have. This pair here is pair number seventeen. Called Flick Flack. Not quite 'white spats', definitely not 'lots of dollars'. They are from my once favourite and always go-to shop Irregular Choice. But I've changed. I love the pairs I have but I am open to what seem like very normal options now. Am I getting boring? Or old? I fancy these shoes, or these or these. Well, maybe not so boring.

'Wear' is for blogs where I try to work out what my style is. It will rarely speak about clothes or shoes. I'll often ramble on about other things like being happy, or my dying wishes, or feminism. But I promise it will not be about lists of books I am reading, have read, want to read, bought, borrowed, stole or wrote. Hardly ever. Unless it matters.

Word: Will. It will list, document and dream about all things wordy. Nerdy. I like books. I breathe books. If a day goes by where I don't read, I get tetchy. I read a lot of books at once. At the minute in which we are speaking, I am someway through fifty-five books. It keeps my brain active to have to remember what is happening in them all. It's usually not confusing. Although, at the moment, I have managed to be reading Jane Eyre and a reworking of Jane Eyre—The Flight of Gemma Hardy—at the same time. I keep ahead of that conundrum with good pacing. Also, I am reading two books which talk about a bunch of boys at Cambridge University; books which try their hardest to meld themselves together in my brain—so far I am thwarting their efforts. I have elaborate systems for working out what to read next. As Mr Earwig says: Think of the movie Se7en—It would take two months, even with a team of fifty men, to get though these journals. Rude. I don't have small spidery writing. It's draftsmanlike. It makes perfect sense. If you think properly.

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'Word' will be where you stop if you want to read a review about a book. Or to see what sort of book challenges there are about the web, and how badly I am doing on them. It will be where I practise being a Book Riot contributor while I work up the courage to actually apply. I'm also going to be the Melbourne Chapter of CoverSpy, covertly, until I courage up for that one too. Ironically, it's a website that links books and fashion. It speaks about what people are reading, and what those readers are wearing. With my up to eight hours a week on the train, my innate nosiness, and my passion for books and clothing, I think I am a perfect CoverSpy. [A Deeper Darkness by JT Ellison, F 40s, workout gear that doesn't co-ordinate, at all, Lilydale Train. Wait, that was me!]

Wander: Is for when I do. I like to wander. I don't have children or expensive bad habits or addictions to branded things or the latest tech. I like to spend my future nest egg on travelling now. I'm looking forward to being able to write only about the places I have been and maybe putting just lovely photos of there instead of incorporating or stressing about doing fashion shoots while I am away.

You won't have to wonder long about upcoming Wanders. We're off on holidays very soon. We're getting a last States journey in before or in case it becomes Trumpville and all desire to visit wanes. Spending three weeks in May. Flying into Chicago, driving the Mississippi, and flying out from New Orleans. Because I can't separate my three loves, I have already chosen three books to commemorate the trip: An Abundance of Katherines by John Green (set in Chicago and on a road trip towards Tennessee), Mississippi Mud by Edward Humes (which may not be on the itinerary, but contains the magic word), and, Cold Blood by Lynda La Plante (which double-whammies as a book towards two different reading challenges, and is set in New Orleans). And because I cannot separate my three loves, I am in the process of going through every item of clothing I have and getting rid of the broken and battered, passing on the passed or never-going-to-happens. The reason: so I can thrift my heart out while I am away, and have somewhere to put it all when I get back.

My hope is you, my friends and visitors and strangers, will be for you to be able to come over and just read what interests you. The challenge at this end will be how well I can differentiate between the three. Thanks for stopping by xx.

The Outfit T-Shirt: Nice Boobies by Seth Kirkendall, Threadless Cardigan: Op-shopped Skirt: Op-shopped Shoes: Flick Flack by Irregular Choice

Photographer de Jour: V——

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