several weeks of tear-inducing boredom at work have led me to think “hey! maybe i should start a blog! …probably a terrible idea but i’m gonna do it anyways.” that being said, i have no idea how often this will get updated, what exactly my update(s) will be about, if anyone cares what i have to say, or even what qualifies me to call myself a “blogger”. i rarely use capital letters. i have the attention span of a goldfish (feed me too much and i’ll explode) and insert asides (sometimes parenthetical, sometimes not) as the thought crosses my head. (see what i did there?) i’m a stickler for grammar but often type in fragments, so i’m also a hypocrite. i might get bored of being a “blogger” within a week. only time shall tell.
now that i have disclaimed all that there is to disclaim, i suppose i’ll tell you a little about myself, which might give you a looksie into what my posts may or may not be about. i’m in my twenties, and i’m getting older by the day (but so are you, so i guess we have that in common.) i live in chicago with my boyfriend and his dog. i love this city but hate winter. i wear fur. sue me. i’m addicted to shopping, and most of the time, i’m dressed like a bona fide crazy person. i have a serious weakness for outrageously priced shoes. louboutins. i die. i’m currently obsessed with spikes and feathers and leathers, oh my! i am very often overaccessorized. coco chanel allegedly once said that before a girl leaves the house, she should look in the mirror and remove one thing. i believe the opposite. more is more. hence, GARISH IS MY MIDDLE NAME.
and that, ladies and gentlemen, is proof that everything comes full circle.