You know what’s weird? Dreaming about bloggers, people you have never met in person but still know intimately because you see their thoughts every day on Twitter and their blogs.

Last night I had a dream about one of my favorite bloggers, J from Js Everyday Fashion. I love J’s outfits. I see them every day on Facebook and my RSS feed.

It’s bloggers like J who inspired me to think more about what I wear each day.  As a result I have a new weekend routine where I go through my closet and figure out what I’m going to wear for the week. At first it seemed like a huge pain in the ass and also kind of weird. But a few weeks ago I realized that it made my mornings go a lot smoother. Not having to figure out what to wear to work each morning is great! I didn’t realize how much of a burden this was before.

So now every weekend, usually while I’m doing laundry, I check the weather, go through my clothes and plan out what I’m going to wear. When all is said and done I end up with a little chart that looks like this which I print up and keep on my dressing table:

Sharing this chart is probably the closest I’ll ever get to sharing my outfits online because I’ll never have the fashion pizzazz as  J and paralegal extraordinaire, Lynne DeVenny. But going through this process every week does make me feel a little like an honorary member of this savvy gal club so much so that now I’m having dreams about them. Vivid dreams.

Last night I had a dream that I was hanging out with J in her apartment. Of course I really don’t know J nor have I ever been to her apartment. But in my dream it was spacious (like a movie star apartment) and had an amazing view of the beach. I was visiting J because I wanted her to go through my clothes, which I brought with me in a suitcase, help me make up some outfits and then take me shopping. This is not too far of a stretch because according to her website, J will actually do this. And can I also say that J was a lovely host? She brought me a glass of wine to enjoy while I waited for her to finish her latest blog post before we went shopping.

This is where the dream kind of fell apart. Because about halfway through my glass of wine J’s mom and 12 year old sister showed up.  I got tired of waiting so I left, and took the elevator down to the apartment parking garage (which looked a lot like the parking garage from the episode of Lost I was watching on Hulu before I went to sleep).  After wandering around for hours looking for my car I finally got back on the elevator in the hopes that perhaps J would be ready for our shopping trip. The elevator must have stopped at the wrong floor because next thing I knew I was sitting in a law firm conference room with a bunch of attorneys welcoming me to the firm asking me to make up discovery binders.  Even though Lynne DeVenny was sitting across from me, wearing this adorable pink jacket, smiling sweetly and mouthing the words “Trust me!” I sensed I was nearing nightmare state and ran from the room screaming and woke up with a start. 

See what happens when I neglect my own blog?