Magazines are my guilty pleasure. I love to flip through a magazine. I like to read the articles, to judge the celebrities, to check out fashion, to find new recipes.  I like magazines. A lot.

So when I moved to Bulgaria three years ago, I knew that my access to magazines in English would change dramatically. I wouldn't be pursuing them at the gym, the salon, friends houses or the doctor's office. A piece of me thought I'd miss magazines.

But I don't.

Then this last weekend for the first time in three years I thought to myself: I'd like to sit around on this spa weekend and read a trashy gossip magazine. I'd like to look at pictures of celebrities in the "they're just like us" column. I wouldn't mind reading ridiculous thing semi-famous stars are up to or what trouble they've gotten themselves into now.  <em>Totally weird right?</em>

I curled up with my kindle instead.

I still can't help but wonder why last weekend was the moment I thought: I really want to read a low brow American magazine. Probably it's connected in my mind with relaxing. It was just such a funny connection to make and it's not very often, I find myself wanting something I really can't have or get.

Sure I could easily get my hands on a wide range of Bulgarian magazines but these require a lot more from me than just leafing through the pages and skimming the stories. And frankly I am totally unfamiliar with 99% of Bulgarian stars which makes even the pictures kind of boring.

I think the other reason, I haven't spent much time lamenting the loss of magazines from my life is that there are plenty of blogs to fill this void in my life. The blogs I've found most interesting these days are fashion blogs of every-day girls who post about what they wear each day. I'm especially interested in girls who are working with a limited budget and favor creativity over high fashion(<a href="http://whatwouldanerdwear.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">What would a Nerd Wear?</a>, <a href="http://www.bluecollarcatwalk.com/2011/02/2030-slim-picking.html" target="_blank">Blue Collar Catwalk</a> and <a href="http://kendieveryday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Kendi Everyday</a>) . These girls inspire me with their eye for color and shape and have made me rethink the clothes I have in my closet in Bulgaria.

Especially on the days I stand in my room trying to get dressed and I think I have nothing to wear. There's nothing hiding in my closet as I think about my three pairs of jeans, a slew of work clothes including slacks, dresses and two blazers, my dozen tops and dozen tank tops, half dozen sweaters and cardigans, 5 or 6 skirts and about as many scarves and pairs of shoes. I've worn, re-worn and re-mixed these things endlessly over the last three years.

Nothing surprises me. I know it all.

Some times I get frustrated when I am looking for something and I can't find it. Like when I folded one of my favorite tee-shirts up in a sweater recently.  It wasn't in the washing machine (or dryer). It wasn't in my dirty clothes pile or draped over the back of my chair in pile the pile of clothes I am too lazy to hang up after trying it on and deciding not to wear it.

I thought I was going to go crazy looking for that tee-shirt. I even convinced myself that I'd lost it. Turns out I folded it up in a sweater and put my sweater away. Mystery solved.