08 Oct This is My Show, Buddy
For all the talking that I do–I mean, I could literally never stop–I think I’m pretty private. There is a difference between being friendly and chatty and just telling everyone your business. It’s something that I struggle with, even on this blog. I constantly ask myself if I’m over-sharing. Is this I want something I care if strangers read? What about my mom? Or my boss? But I’m in love with this city and that’s something that I want to share with you all.
Here’s the thing, because there is no way of knowing what I don’t share, unless you really, really know me, it looks like I share everything. This presented a bit of a problem for me.
Brooklyn Boy wanted to know why I didn’t put a picture of us, him, specifically, on my blog or Instagram. I instantly hit him with the screw face. What is doing any of that going to do? And even though he said it isn’t a big deal and he understood why I didn’t, he kept bringing it up. Though, noticeably after he did something that I didn’t like.
It isn’t that he was ugly or I was ashamed of him. Quite the opposite: he was handsome, stylish (I want to say even more so than me), smart, and a complete gentleman. He’s pulled out my chair and once, I took my top knot down in front of him, and he scratched. my. head. So clearly, he was amazing.
But this is Channing in the City. So, it’s my show, buddy. You and everyone else, friends and family included, are the supporting cast. I didn’t impose on your life and tell you how to love me (unless you want to know and we can chat all day) or how to fit me in, I’d like the same. Please.
This isn’t to say that yall couldn’t have ever met him but well, when it felt natural. This is a personal style blog, after all. The clothes just happen to take a backseat to my words. Even great palazzo pants like these.
Was I being mean? You can be honest. How do you all determine what to share and what to keep for yourself?
Photos by Hallie Wilson