Old stories, new means

My first blog post. Not my first ever, but definitely the first one to make sense. I remember in my first year of 'fashion college' I tried my hand at it...not a complete failed attempt, but extraordinarily naive and lacking in a clear sense of direction. Rehashing other people's ideas of 'cool' without much distinction between what was mine and what I had simply plucked from some other poor sap's attempts. This morning, I got slapped with a lovely wake-up call from a friend and mentor. I had just told her about my amazing three month journey around Europe, and her response went something along the lines of: "Why didn't I know about this already? Oh right! Because you weren't tweeting or blogging!"

So...here I go! Starting fresh! I screen shot a few cute (if not embarrassing) posts from the past, before deleting the musings of the headless, eighteen year old Chelsey. I am glad I kept that travel journal, and some stories will definitely make their way on here. This is where the old-fashioned pen and paper will point and laugh at cyber space and say: "where were you when she was watching the sun set over a lake in rural Germany?"Although, cyber space would have full right to snigger something like: "I'm sure she appreciated the extra 2kg's your heavy, leather-bound frame added to her already overflowing backpack." I must say I enjoyed that weight though, and I enjoy it even more now when I open it up and relive the experiences all over again.