Friday, August 9, 2013

The Grand Reveal

 Hello internet!
 Oh look, my hair is up with a chip clip.
 See, there it is.
 The beast demands freedom! (The hair I mean)
 Ha, I'm hilarious.
 No, seriously. I'm really funny.
 I can also look quite sophistimaicated.
 Proud of my sophistication.
 Oh, camera, I didn't see you there.
Now we're just being silly. (Pay no attention to the PJ pants.)

So here we see a fascinating creature, the wild fashion blogger, trying to get a good photograph. Trying her hardest to take a non-goofy looking headshot for a thing. So I got a few right? You bet I did, I'm adorable. But I got a little too much sun today and when I print them, I look like a stop sign. Not a good look. Augh. So I'm going to keep trying. Bah humbug.

Friday, March 22, 2013


Jacket: Jessica Simpson Shirt: Thrifted Shorts: Walmart Boots: BearTraps
Over-editing much? Fun, more like it.
This is actually inspired by the book Divergent by Veronica Roth. The book is set in a dystopian future, after the fall of the world. The community depicted is split up into five groups, factions, based on why they believe the world fell apart. Abnegation blames selfishness, so they value selflessness. Amity blames violence, so they value peace. Candor blames duplicity, so they value truth. Erudite blames ignorance, so they value knowledge. And Dauntless blames cowardice, so they value courage and bravery above all else.
The people are separated into whichever faction they have more aptitude for. There is one other category, however, that is considered dangerous. Divergent. This means you have aptitude for more than one faction, more than one way of thinking. This is considered dangerous, because if the leaders can't tell what you're thinking, they can't predict your actions. The book follows the main character, Beatrice Prior through her exploits, the aptitude test, choosing a faction, and initiation of the chosen faction.
It's a good read and I wholeheartedly reccomend it.
By the way, I am Divergent, with an aptitude for Erudite, Dauntless, Abnegation, and Amity.
I have chosen Dauntless.
"One choice can transform you. One choice can destroy you."
-series tagline, Veronica Roth

Monday, March 18, 2013

Take it up a notch.

Flannel: Friend's Skirt: Nine West Boots: Soda
So hey. Sorry to kill the illusion, but I didn't actually wear this today. What? Tragic. No, I will be wearing this tomorrow! Today I wore sweatpants. Yeah, I know. But it's my life, so deal. Taking it up a notch. With fashion and with editing. Hey, I can make things hazy now. Whoopee.
By the way, that enormous cut on my leg in the last two pictures? Shaving, my friends, it is from shaving. I swear, I have as little or less clue about it than you do. Like, what? Can't even comprehend.
"I scream you scream, we all scream for her. Don't even try 'cause you can't ignore her."
Cherry Pie- Warrant

Wednesday, March 13, 2013


            I'm going to do something a little bit different today. It's not that I'm putting up a post, though that is different. I'm just not really doing anything fashionable today. Partly because I came home from a run/walk/dance and I look like it. But I'm here to talk about my life. This is going to come out a little corny, and probably pretty convoluted, but I want to say it, and this is my blog. So deal.

            In short, my life has been pretty boring, pretty routine, for most of my sixteen years. The slightly standoffish, awkward girl who read a lot, was very immature, and didn't really have all that many friends, living her life. School, dance class on again off again, going to concerts in the park in Summer, same summer camp every year, going to the beach for every vacation. I'm not saying it was bad, I'm just saying it was boring. Not only that, I never really let myself have fun. Well, not fun necessarily, but I never went out and did things. I stuck in that same old routine for years, not changing much at all. I didn't stir the pot, didn't do anything new. Eighth grade came and went, I'd started dressing for me. I was still really in my shell, but I was doing my best to hide it. Before that year, I'd tried to fit in, tried to blend, tried to look like everyone else. But then I was dressing for myself, trying to be a little more out of the box. I knew that's what I wanted, to be different than everyone else. I was, I realize now, but I tried not to be. I thought it'd be easier just to be someone else, again, not to stir the pot. Of course, now that I've done it, being me is obviously easier, but I didn't know that. Ninth grade came and I grew into myself a little bit more. Went to a new summer camp that year. That pushed me a little bit more. On the last day of camp though, I got the news that my mom and I were moving to where we live now. I was a little sad, obviously. I'd lived in the same town all my life. But I started thinking, what did I really have to lose? I have one good friend still there, my friend John. I mean, I have other people there that I like, but no one I'd really call a friend anymore. Sorry if this offends anyone. No actually, not really.

             So in the past year and whatever, I've been being more me. I came into the school I'm in in 10th grade, last year. It's an odd school. Small, K-12 and 120+ students. There's a lot of freedom there, the classes are fun, if unusual, and it's a Christian school, so I get that too. I mean, last year in our elective semester, I taught an acting/improv class to the middle school. At what other school can a 15 year old do that? In any case, I've started dressing, and being, for myself more. But my revelations that were the catalysts to this post came about this year. After the school year started, I think. Alexa from Stilettos and Jua De Vivre and her brother Julian moved within walking distance from me, and I grouped together closer with my friends Susannah and Meg. A new friend too, Caleb, moved here at the beginning of the school year and he has taken the place as my confidant, whether he knows it or not, along with Alexa. But I digress. I've started doing more, trying more, and as a result just simply having more fun. I still read, I'm still a little awkward, but there's definitely been some changes.

            I'm more free than I was. I don't care what people think of me, I don't care if they stare. In fact, I hope they do. I want people to see true freedom. I'm by no no means the most free, or the most confident chick around, but I'm close. I say what I think and feel, and I'm done letting people walk over me. I will try not to be a jerk about it, but I'll tell you what I think. I'm letting go of the people and things that make me uncomfortable or hinder me in my life. I'm getting stronger, and I'm getting better. I'm doing what I want. I'm kayaking, painting, singing, planning, writing, creating, and run/walk/dancing. Which, by the way, started out as a run and turned into dancing to my music as I ran or walked. People stare, but it's fine. Because I'm having fun. That's all I want in life. I want to have fun in whatever I do. I'm doing what I have to to become free. To be wild. I want adventure. I want love. I want experiences. I want encounters. I want miracles. I want LIFE. And now, I'm grabbing it with both hands, and holding on tight. I'm not letting it go, and I'm going to live it as well as I can. As well as I know how. I just read a book with two good quotes in it. I doubt they're original to the author, but I like them all the same.

"Everything we do, we do for the first time."
"Perhaps my best years are gone. But I wouldn't want them back. Not with the fire in me now."

            Now, the years gone by certainly weren't my best, but I still don't want them back. They weren't all bad, I repeat, but they weren't my best, certainly. The fire inside of me is driving me forward, to be better, and to live better. Every day goes so quickly now, because I'm happy. I'm not content, certainly not. I want so much more that what I'm living now. But I'm happy until I can get to that place. I'm happy because even if I do something two days in a row, like come home and immediately start reading, I'm different when I do it. I've just finished reading The Catcher in the Rye, which is very good, but there isn't really a point. I mean, I could give you a summary about the plot, but couldn't tell you what it was about. It's interesting, in that way. But anyways, The main character, Holden, is thinking about the fact that he used to go to this museum every Saturday. He's thinking how the museum is that same whenever you go, but you change from what you experience in everyday life. I believe that. I believe you are formed by your experiences. Every waking moment contributes to who you are in some way. That's a lot of pressure.
             I guess the point of this is, as I'm gathering my thoughts, that if you don't live for yourself, for who you want to be, for the fun you want to have, then you're wasting your time. If you're geing to stay in the same old routine, not trying things, not putting yourself out there, not being you, then you're not being you. You may be awesome, or you may not be everyone's cup of tea, but you've still got to be and live for you. If you don't, no one will be you. You're letting yourself die, because you're not letting yourself grow. And growth is the only way to have a fulfilling life. We only have a short time, we have to make it count. And in closing, that's what I'm trying my best to do now. To live. I'll let you know how it goes.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013


Dress: Vintage Sandals: Vintage Sarong: Vintage
Entirely too vintage. Old pictures, but I felt bad, looking at my blog stats. So I am uploading these during SAT Prep class in school. Yeah, I know. In other news, I just tie-dyed a shirt and my hands look horrific. No big deal, just a day in the life. In any case, I'm going shopping for prom dresses today with Alexa from Stilettos and Jua de Vivre and her brother. Should be fun.
I'm going to try to get motivated to come back. Help me by sending me emails and comments please. (Shamelessly asking for friendship.)
"Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play? Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day."
Dear Prudence- The Beatles

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Neon and Sneaker Wedges

Wow. A post. Will wonders never cease to exist?
Probably not.
"What do I stand for? Most nights I don't know."
Some Nights by Fun.

Sunday, November 4, 2012


Prom Dress, Payless Shoes
So. Uh, this is a little awkward. My promise to post every day in September? Yeah... And I skipped October too. I'm terrible. I know. And now that I'm back, these are OLD pictures. I'm so sorry. I'm never making promises again. I'll post whenever the heck I want to now, just so I'm not breaking any promises.
Gosh. My guilt over this was crazy, but obviously not crazy enough to do anything about it.
"Get off my case, I won't say I'm in love."
I Won't Say (I'm in Love) from Hercules