bordering on red

Top: Aritzia

Skirt: thrifted

Belt: L.A. Express

Necklace: made myself

Socks: thrifted

Shoes: Walmart

Cardigan: Le Chateau 

These photos were actually taken quite a while back. Last summer I believe. It had been a few weeks since I had dyed my hair red for the first time and I really enjoyed it. I still do and I'm thinking of maybe, perhaps, considering dying my hair again. But I'm not too sure. I liked it on me then and it did suit me (at least that's what everyone says) but I'm really trying to keep my hair really healthy so it grows out long. And dying it isn't the healthiest thing to subject my hair to. I've been using organic shampoo bars and home-made conditioners since last October (around) and my hair has changed so much for the better. Now, instead of having to wash my hair once or twice a day, I can go for two or three days without washing it. I'm less self-concious about my hair now and it feels way healthier. It's also the longest its ever been (around an inch and a half below my collar bone).

I look really young in this photo... I'm not sure exactly what it is, but I look like I could be thirteen years old, but I didn't even look like this when I was thirteen. At thirteen, I was chubby, wore horrible clothing, and had stringy hair. 

What I love about this photo shoot is that both my sister and I are wearing skirts that once belonged to my mom like twenty-five years. I believe she was just starting her career when she had these.

Top: Le Chateau

Skirt: thrifted

Jacket: thrifted

Tights: Walmart

Shoes: Sirens

Tie: thrifted

Once again... another foot photo. 

meet the musketeers

My family and I recently went to the wedding of our family friends. We've known the bride since she was really little. Our parents met when me and her younger sister were still in the womb. Yeah... I feel old. 

My family and I have a really bad habit of planning things way to much in advance but only actually accomplishing things at the very last moment. This wedding took place a week and a half ago and yet we were getting our outfits together way back in March. The story surrounding the dress I wore is quite the adventure though, so I'm really glad that I had some extra time to figure things out. 

I had been looking for dresses on my favourite websites for a few days before I came across this dress and another, light yellow shift. They were both beautiful and decently priced so I had the hardest time chosing. I eventually went with this one because I loved the flowy skirt and the boat neck. It has this fifty's vibe that I absolutely love. So, after a week or so of mulling over my choice, I went online and decided to place my order. However, I don't own a credit card or a Pay-Pal account so I had to use my parents' Pay-Pal account which was a huge pain. They haven't used it much so none of us had any idea that we could have an immediate credit card transfer instead of having to wait over a week for a bank account transfer to be approved. So, I ended up waiting a week. I was so excited when I logged in and found out that the transfer had been approved. However, my joy was quickly crushed when I went online and found that this dress was no longer in stock. I was devastated. Not because I loved the dress so much (even though I did) but because of all the frustration I had gone through and the patience I had had been forced to have. So, I gave up on this dress and restarted my search. My heart wasn't in it anymore though, and my mind kept drifting to this dress. I kept regularly checking on the site to see if it miraculously came back into stock. One day, about a week and a half after the disappointment, it came back. However, for some reason, there was only one dress and it was in my size. I was extatic. I was certain that it was meant to be. I had to wait for my dad to come home from work so that he could put in his paypal password. But then, in the matter of only a couple hours, the dress once again sold out. I think I actually cried. It was a roller-coaster of emotions. First was disappointment, then hope, than joy, and finally a huge let down... It wasn't the best day for me. 

So, in a last-ditch effort, I contacted the store and got the designer's name and the product number. I found the dress once again, but this time, straight from the source... the designer. She didn't have many pieces so I assumed that she wasn't constantly changing the stock and so had to keep the stuff she had well-stocked. I was right. So, as soon as I could, I jumped on it and FINALLY ordered the dress. Looking back, it seems like a lot of effort and pain for one dress...

The shoes story is a similar, albeit shorter, version of the dress story. 

Dress: Fleet Collection

Earrings: Stolen from my mom 

Clutch: Thrifted

Shoes (see at bottom): Modcloth

Unfortunately, the photo above is the best I can do in terms of a full-length view. I did take a few of those, but they didn't turn out so great. So, this will have to do.

The handsome stud standing beside me is my older brother. He, my older sister (pictured below), and I have been kind of like the Three Musketeers since we were little. We have so many great memories together and we kind of fit together like a puzzle. We each have our special "purpose" that make us work together really well. My sister was always the responsible one, my brother was always the troublemaker, and I was always the used-and-abused servant that would do whatever they said... Ah, such good memories.

Dress: Online (some place in China)

Earrings: Ardene

Belt: Walmart

Shoes: Walmart

(as you can tell, we're a fan of Walmart)

My older sister has always been my best friend. We shared a room and secrets for the first twelve years of my life and although secrets are still whispered, she is now in University so I don't get to see her as much as I'd like to. For someone so small and petite, she has kind of a strange, punk-rocker style. She's always wearing dark clothing with harsh metal and she has five piercings.


She's always been my Boss, and I've always been her Bodyguard... even when we're both gone and married, this will never change.

 

There is something that I love about foot/lower-leg shots. They are so simple, and yet they carry such artisticness to them. You can tell so much about a person by the way they stand and how their feet are positioned. But just don't stare at people's feet when you meet them or talk to them... I've heard that it's rude.

bottle it up

Spring is here at last! First was the extremely long winter that didn't seem to want to take it's grip off of us. And then the summer weather appeared out of nowhere. We thought that spring had been completely forgotten, a long lost memory of years past. However, the showers of the season have finally found us. It's been raining quite a bit for the past few weeks so it's been a little gloomy around here. We are just in the progress of opening our pool so now we're going to have to wait even longer for the weather to clear up before we can use it. At least it isn't too humid. I do believe that humid weather is the one I hate the most. It is so heavy and sticky and sluggish.

The one good thing coming out of this weather is the greenness of the grass. We've lived in this house for around five years now and the grass has never been greener. It kind of reminds me of pictures of Ireland with the bright green grass and the freshness.

I've never been much of a photographer. I usually leave that to my older sister or my younger sister (pictured here) since they've taken courses and they're more experienced. But I've always wanted to learn. I love the fact that you can take one single moment and keep it as a visual object for the rest of your life. Kind of like when people say they want to bottle up a moment. It's great because just by looking at a photo, all the emotions you were feeling at that time suddenly come back to you. 

Photography, at least for me, in the past, as been something that one does simply to remember a moment. I've never really thought of it much as an art. But I'm starting to, and this blog, I believe, will help.

Tanktop: Garage

Dress: Forever 21

Cardigan: BlueNotes

Tights: Fairweather

Shoes: Payless Shoe Source

Earrings: Ardene

Bracelet: thrifted

the first monologue

There is something that has been bothering me for who-knows-how long. But people still seem to do things for fame and glory and popularity. And that leads them down roads that they don't enjoy or trust. I find that people have forgotten that if you like something, do it! Do it the way you like. This is your "thing" after all.

Do it in several different ways. Try to combine all the things you like/love into a huge ball of awesomeness!

Example(and the “why” of this blog): 

I love writing.
I also love history.

And fashion.

I’ve been writing historical novels for the past year and a half.

My style has been inspired by history for the past two years or so.

So, I have a combination of writing and history.

And a combination of history and fashion.

Now for writing and fashion.

Question: What is something that combines fashion and writing?

Answer: A fashion blog. 

If you answered correctly before reading the answer, I applaud you. (Even though all of you probably saw the answer in your peripheral vision.)

A fashion blog. 

So I decided to do a fashion blog. 

So I went on the computer, found blogger, and started. 

However, I had an epiphany. Well, more of a realization: I have around twenty journals scattered around my house, not even half full. Point being, I hardly stick to something that involves my own life (mainly being because it's boring). 

But I’ll still do it. I’m determined. This blog will not be like those dozens of diaries that I’ve left to collect dust. It won’t be like those notebooks in which I’ve written a single entry only to lose them the next day! I am determined! I will not be swayed!

Okay... *deep breathe*

This blog will be a place for me to vent, to post, to share. Kind of like a fashion/life journal. 

And you’ll all be there enjoy my shortcomings, my failures, my embarrassments...

And you’ll all be able to laugh with (at) me. 

Now won’t that be fun? 

But enough talking. I think I've said enough. I've started drifting into the telling-you-what-I'm-about-to-tell-you stuff. Which is alright in an introduction for a essay, but not for a fashion blog.  

It's like in fiction writing. Novels are only interesting if the author shows the reader the story, instead of telling them the story. Showing brings the story to life.

So that's what I'll do. I'll show you.