And for those of you who don't speak blabbering teenager, I'll translate: ohmyfriggengodmyworldisnowcompleteifeelwholeandatpeaceandfullofhappinessandjoyasiflutteraroundmyroombeingweirdandcoolallatthesametimeahhhhhhhhhh!!!
When I refer to the cat eye trend, of course I'm lovin' the eyeliner part (but I'm also quite upset this is becoming such a popular trend because I liked being original and different with my makeup rather than have it be the same as everyone but thats okay because I love the winged eyeliner so much that I'll gladly share it with the rest of the world (not that I own it, what?) so that others can experience the amazing feeling of BAJBDJ:FBGIUAJKBFA"SOIGOAB that my friends and I experience while wearing cat eye inspired eyeliner/glasses that is just oh-so-magical (like a unicorn or pegasus, but preferably a unicorn because I like unicorns more.) I'm also flipping out for and am extremely excited that CAT EYE GLASSES AND SUNGLASSES are back in style, because now I can find them easier! I love cat eye glasses so flippin much. I have my own pair that are light pink with little fake diamond (a.k.a plastic) crystals in the corners and are totally Grease-worthy and extremely spectacular.
Sorry for such a beautiful view of upmynose but I didn't like how my computer screen reflected in the frames so I hate to tilt my head back. Feel free to gape and appreciate the gorgeous fake diamond (plastic) crystals in the corners and the super soothing Virgin Suicides-esque pink color (light pink is one of the colors I reference to when I think about The Virgin Suicides.) I think I got these at a dollar store, and they've held up pretty well, other than the fact that one of the things that goes over your ear is slightly melted/burned because I stucked these (along with some other plastic glasses) in my lap for a while until I realized all my glasses were melting due to the power and heat produced by a fluorescent lightbulb (buy fluorescent light bulbs they last longer and are brighter and are better for the environment and they melt plastic wooh! And in science last year I had to do an experiment with light bulbs and me and my group decided to see how long it took for a light bulb to toast a marshmallow and the fluorescent bulb actually TOASTED THE MARSHMALLOW and I ATE IT AND IT WAS DELICIOUS so you should seriously buy some in case you want to toast some marshmallows without the hassle of putting together a fire or going camping in order to achieve authenticity, and an alternative to the authenticity you may want while toasting a marshmallow is RIGHT HERE! Now you're set for a fake marshmallowing toasting wondering day with virtual company! Enjoy.)
Lots of other cool people from past and present generations also clearly love the cat-eye-glasses trend.
Kelly Osbourne and Dita Von Teese looking super cool via cat eye glasses
Cat eye glasses via designers Prada and Jeremy Scott
The Ladies of The Cat Eye Brand being cool and totally grasping the 50s secretary vibe with polyester and red lipstick (and of course cat eye glasses)
This is a super cool scarf my mom gave me (the thing that I'm wearing as a belt.) I'm not really a fan of this outfit to be honest, not big on the colors and I find it really boring and plain. Thank god I had the super awesome scarf-belt to make this outfit just a LITTLE LESS PAINFUL to look at. My dad is good at making things awkward, so he embraced his talent and decided to tell me that my skirt was way too short and make the car ride home from school really weird (dad, I'm wearing shorts under it. JEEZUS). I look like I'm in pain in the photo, and thats because the outfit was so fricken boring that it burned my eyes and caused me physical pain. (CAUTION: If you dress boringly (that sounds weird) you will burn peoples eyes. DON'T BE DULL BE BOLD.) I'm also super excited to enter this contest on Chictopia where we dress in an outfit inspired by/supporting our favorite charity/organization. Mine is probably PETA (but maybe not anymore because I've been reading about some pretty horrible and contradictory things PETA has been doing) or the SPCA or something animal-rights-enthused, so I'm going to make a DIY of a shirt that says "FUR IS DEAD YOU ASS HOLES." (okay, exclude the "you ass holes" part. It's inappropriate for the children.) So yeah, my shirt will say FUR IS DEAD, and on the back it will say a HUGE LIST of a bunch of animal rights charities/organizations/benefits because I'm cool and like to spread the word of anti-animal-cruelty. My 8th grade speech (last year) was about fur farms in China and how horrible and cruel and disgusting they are, and I got voted to read it in front of the entire school. I was super pumped and delivered it with a BANG. I couldn't look at my friends' faces because they looked like they were going to cry (I have the power) so I just looked around the entire crowd, making sure I stared everyone down and BURNED THE WORDS INTO THEIR BRAINS. Totes exhilarating. I'll scan pictures of my ORIGINAL SPEECH soon. I colored all over it to remind myself to slow down and pause and look up because I tend to forget those simple speech-giving-basics.
Enjoy my boring outfit <3 (Hope it doesn't burn your eyes.)
I'll post the scanned photos of my speech when I post the pictures of my FUR IS DEAD shirt. It will be an animal rights induced blog post and super inspiring.
Don't wear fur and leather. Vanity is so much less important than the life of an animal. And by the way, that mink coat you think is SO GORGEOUS actually has a lot of dog and cat fur in it because the fur farmers kidnap peoples pets and skin them alive for the clothes you wear everyday. So, do you want YOUR pet to be made into a fur coat? Um, no, you don't unless you're disgusting. So stop being materialistic and put the LIVES OF ANIMALS FIRST instead of buying that ugly coat made of dead animals.
Yeah, none of us are perfect, but still fight for animal rights!
Have a wonderful, fur free leather free day!
(skirt is from target, boots are Steve Madden from Nordstrom, scarf/belt is my moms, cardigan is from BP, shirt is from Urban Outfitters, necklace my mom gave me)
I feel like one thing all girls have in common, or even all PEOPLE have in common is their long endured search for that one role model that doesn't happen to be their mom or dad or best friend. As a teen girl, I feel I can speak for a lot of us (teen gals) when I say we all seem to want to find that one female role model that we stalk for hours via wikipedia and google images, trying to memorize all possible facts of favorite foods, colors, books, music, and physical attributes. We want to find that role model that isn't the typical celebrity like Lady Gaga or Selena Gomez, but someone more under-the-radar so that when we say their name we feel super cool when we receive blanks stares and expressions of "who the fuck are you talking about."
So yeah, I'm officially on the "female role model hunt." Hope you join me. It can be like our own pilgrimage to Mecca! But it's more so a mental/google-physical trip, rather than an actual TRIP to Mecca. Our Mecca can be finding our role model and our pilgrimage can be our google hunt. SOUNDS AWSOME, RIGHT?
Anyway, here is an outfit I wore earlier this week. I have a lot of outfits saved up because I take photos of my outfits more often than I post on my blog, which is actually helpful because I always have outfits to put in posts.
I really like this outfit because the sweater is the bomb. My art teacher told me I always dress like I was reincarnated from the 80's, which made me feel super cool.
Not sure if you can really tell, but in the first picture (left side), my eyeliner is this red-pink color which is really awesome. I wear it everyday. I like it because it isn't the typical and it looks really cool and moderately scary, especially when I wear it with my dark brown-red lipstick, because then I look really vampirey and from far away it probably looks like my eyes are bleeding. The eyeliner also kind of stained my eyelids pink which I don't really mind.
thrifted sweater, skirt my friend gave me, necklace my friend made, HUE corduroy jeggings, Steve Madden boots, thrifted lace button down, my Frieda Kahlo earrings.
Let's call this a Halloween+Vogue+Random Crap mash up, like when people combine multiple songs into one, but for a blog post, and without the singing. (scratch vogue+partially random crap because it turns out I want to save that for another post all in its own because it's just so god damn special)
My Halloween was kind of awesome. I forgot how much I love trick or treating. And yes, just to clarify, I am a 15 year old girl who still goes trick or treating but I bet there are people in their 20's who still go trick or treating because it's that friggen awesome. So lets not act too surprised.
I went with a bunch of my friends, and me and 2 of my closest friends all dressed up like babies and had pacifiers and footies and everything. That way if anybody said to us "aren't you teens to old to go trick or treating!?" We could be like, "ehem, excuse me. We're babies you bioist freakin candy givers. JEEZUS." This just proves how smart me and my friends are because we were able to think and plan ahead to guarantee we receive as much candy as possible and avoid the unfaithful candy givers who question our candy receiving eligibility due to our age rather than our inner Halloween spirit.
I personally find Halloween to be one of the greatest holidays of all time. My history teacher told me that it started in Ireland and it was like this huge festival where people dressed up like demons and stuff in order to scare away the evil monsters who haunted them for the year so that they could ensure good fortune upon themselves. You're probably all thinking "stupid Irish people of the originating Halloween festival. There were no evil demons you needed to scare. HA." But if you are one who BELIEVES in fairies and mermaids and vampires and werewolves and witches and wizards and monsters (ehem, point a finger at the person writing this post) then you sure as heck wouldn't be questioning their festival/ritual.
Halloween (back in the day) also used to be a festival honoring the dead, probably a lot like Day of the Dead. For the Celtic people, it was like their New Years Eve, because their New Year began on November 1. I'm pretty sure the trick or treating came in because the kids (in certain pre-Halloween traditions) would go around from house to house, and the people living there handed out little treats and stuff, which probably wasn't much in those days other than like, some flowers and honey or something. I mean, I'm not really an expert on pre-Halloween trick or treating, but flowers and honey sounds like a reasonable gift back in those times, am I right?!
Here is a picture of me and my friends trick or treating because we're cool like that. I'm the one in the monkey footsie on the far left (light purple). This random lady took the picture for us in front of her giant cat. It was really weird and at the same time really awesome because she gives us candy then goes, "Oh, girls! Why don't I take a picture of you in front of my large cat decoration!? It looks soooooo cool in photos because it's eye glow and look scary! AHAH. AHAH. AHAHA." I was super pumped for a stranger to take a picture of me in front of a huge cat, and clearly so were all my friends. And I gotta say, the lady didn't lie. The cat's eyes look FRICKEN AMAZING. The other pictures are photos of my outfit(s) and just other random things that are totally INSPIRTIONAL.
Beware: this cat kills.
You can't tell in the photo, but I was wearing this super awesome dark red/brown/purple-ee lipstick by Chanel that my friend gave me that was really intense and awesome, but I guess it rubbed off. I really like it though. It's definitely my favorite lipstick because when I drink water and brush my teeth it doesn't turn my cup/tooth brush red. I'll post a picture soon.
(combat boots from Nordtroms, Forever 21 shorts, thrifted sweater, DKNY tights, a necklace my friend gave me)
I like amusing myself by assigning tasks to do, and todays task is writing a short letter to Zooey Deschanel via my blog.
You are utterly amazing and when you play Jess in New Girl I pretty much pee my pants because I'm laughing and crying and having mini panic attacks due to the fact that New Girl just makes me SO GOD DAMN EMOTIONAL. I used to hate the name Jess, but I associate names with people (weird because I've never met anyone named Jess and I still used to hate the name) but ever since watching New Girl Jess is one of my favorite names in the world, along with a bunch of others that I don't want to list right now. I kind of love your hair because it's dark and black-ish and super gorgeous, and when I saw you in 500 Days of Summer I died when you brought the dude into your house because I fell deeply in love with your blue/white wall paper and all the cool nick-naks everywhere. Funny because out of everything in that movie, the only things I really remember are the scene where you as a little girl cut off your hair, inside your apartment, and the little season transitions where the trees transform into the next season. I hope I get to meet you someday. Oh, and your sister Emily is fricken fabulous in Bones. I died when I found out you guys were sisters. I just love coincidences.
LOTS OF LOVE BECAUSE YOU ROCK,
Eva (pronounced ee-vuh).
Here is a sketch of Zooey Deschanel I found online because it's gorgeous and brilliant and sketches of people just look way better than photos. BA BAM.
Today was a really tiring day at school, and I'm honestly too tired from my day of school to even talk about it, so I'll just talk about THIS moment, RIGHT now, because I'm all for living in the moment.
I was really hungry when I came home, but my mom was like "save the chips for school" so I'm trying my best to do that because I know that if I eat them all now there will be no food of happiness left for me to eat at school when I'm tired of learning and just want to go home and sleep. So I decided I'd eat a different food that I love: fudge sauce.
I don't really remember when or why my mom bought the fudge sauce, but what I do know is that I'm about to finish the jar that was in the fridge, and there is another full jar left in our pantry for me to consume later when I really need some happiness energy to motivate me to do homework. My mom is usually an intense healthnojunkfoodihatemicrowaveswhichiswhywedon'thaveone freak, but I guess she had a moment of sweet tooth weakness like we all do (some more than others, obviously) and just had to buy some good old fashion organic fudge sauce, because organic stuff is just the bomb.
After eating my fudge sauce with my trusty friend, the knife, I decided I would get off my butt and photograph my outfit for the day. I personally find it really awkward when my family members walk in on me taking pictures of myself, because taking photos of yourself in front of people who stare at you as they're chomping away on their banana isn't my favorite kind of situation. I was happily taking my photos so I could post in mah blog, and I was having a really great and enjoyable time, and then I hear my brother yell "WHAT IS THAT BEEPING." (in case you were wondering, it was the timer on my camera.) I didn't want him to come charging in the kitchen and the awkward scenario awkwardly become a true story, so I was like "NOTHING, JUST MY CAMERA." and then I packed away my tripod and camera and went back to my room to survey my photos, and luckily I had two pictures I really liked that made my outfit clearly visible. They were also the only photos where I didn't look possessed and scary because my eyes were completely bulged out, so I'm thankful that I'm somewhat capable of taking photographs.
So now, here I am, blogging about my really cool dayafterIgothomefromschool, day. I'm planning on finishing my fudge sauce, then getting hungry again and taking some jalapeno kettle chips and saving the sea salt and vinegar ones for tomorrow because I'm such a badass-chip-stealing rebel.
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hot topic robot unicorn shirt, HUE leggings, KB socks, H&M cardigan, TWLOHA bracelet, DIY earrings, necklace from a fabric store, clarks
My moment of regret seemed to be the thing that got me thinking about sexism and feminism, even though the relation between my moment of regret and sexism/feminism isn't really totally relatable. It was in English class towards the beginning of the year. We'd been reading The Kite Runner (and actually still are) and we were discussing the most recent chapter we'd read: the chapter where Hassan is raped. I'd been furious at Amir for standing there, watching his best friend get raped, and then running away and leaving Hassan behind.
When I'd walked into the classroom, kids were already in heated discussions about the books recent events and I quickly joined in on the various debates. When my teacher finally quieted us and we all began a more organized discussion, one of my friends pointed out how he felt it was easier to stand up for people the less extreme the situation, and I quickly disagreed. I said the more extreme the situations were, the easier it was to stand up for the victim because the consequence wouldn't just be a bruised ego, but possibly physical and emotional scarring, such as depression or thoughts of suicide or a trip to the hospital because some kid pushed you down the stairs. I wasn't saying one sort of bullying should be ignored, but I was saying that if I'd seen a person getting raped, I would have done something to help them rather than watching it happen and running away when I couldn't watch it anymore.
My teacher then told me I didn't know what I would do in the situation because I hadn't experienced anything like that, and then a bunch of my classmates quickly joined in, saying I would protect myself first or they agreed with my teacher. My teacher then shot a bunch of questions my way, like "Would you still try to save the victim of a rape if you knew they had raped another person just the other day?" or "How can you say you would help the victim? You've never been in a situation like that. You don't know how you would react.'' He was right. I'd never been in a situation like that, but he was also wrong, because I know myself better than a teacher I see an hour a day and some kids I've only met this year, and I know that I'd risk my life to save someone else. I may be overreacting, but I hated how my teacher and everyone else was making assumptions about who I was as a person, and what I regret most is not targeting the question back at my teacher, "Well, what would you do? If you saw a person getting raped, would you just run away? Or would you do something. Whether that be call the police, run in and try to stop the rapist, make it sound like people were coming over there. Or would you just stand there or pretend you didn't see anything? I have a feel you wouldn't runaway. So how come it would be any different for me? Because I'm a girl? Because I'm only 15?" But I didn't, because I was caught off guard, and although all those questions were floating subconsciously through my mind, I was unable to grasp onto them until class had ended.
I knew my teacher was only trying to push me to think deeper about the book, but I also felt assumptions were being made about me based on my gender and age and that bothered me. I'm sure these "assumptions" weren't even intentional, or possibly not even existent, but I still felt like my character was being judged based on the fact that I was a young female teenager, rather than what I was on the inside. This is what really pushed me to start thinking more seriously about sexism and feminism, even though I knew the people in my class weren't being sexist, misogynist, or chauvinist at all.
I started to think a lot about how woman are seen in society and how they are objectified and portrayed as weak, stupid, and helpless. I then googled "Feminism" and started reading.
I personally believe that in order to be a feminist, you have to respect yourself. You can't objectify yourself, but you also need to do things that make YOU feel good and do things for yourself, not for others, which is where it gets kind of confusing. If you like wearing low cut tops and super short skirts, are you objectifying yourself? I don't think you are as long as you're wearing that because YOU like it and it makes YOU feel good and you're not doing it to get the attention of the guy/girl you like, or to gain a feeling of social acceptance. If you wear makeup because you are scared some person at school is going to make fun of the scar on your face or your acne but you really don't like makeup, you're allowing society to objectify and influence you negatively because you are sending the message that you're only as good as your exterior, rather than all the intelligence and creativity that makes you such a great person inside. It's okay to want to feel pretty and to like your face but you need to dress and treat yourself in a way that makes YOU happy rather than focusing on what other people are going to think of you or whether they are going to judge you.
Feminism is about striving for equal rights between men and woman, but to me it's also about preventing the objectification of woman within society. That means treating YOURSELF as a person who has depth and fulfilling your own interests rather than trying to please others or stopping yourself from wearing that really awesome new skirt because you're scared one of your friends will say something rude about it, or not signing up for the debate team because you think people will call you names. You need to please yourself rather than try to morph yourself into what you think others want you to be. I'm not really sure if all my rambling is making sense, but hopefully it does because writing all that took a lot of energy and I really wanted to try and prove my point.
I feel like sometimes people think I care too much about appearances because I like getting dressed in the morning and I wear a lot of eye makeup, but I don't wear crazy outfits to impress others, I wear them because I like them and to me it's fun to experiment with new styles. I wear a lot of eye makeup because I like how it looks. That doesn't mean I don't like my face, it just means I like expressing myself with the clothes and makeup I wear. Maybe I'm objectifying myself because of that, and maybe now that means everything I wrote is just a huge contradiction, but I wear and do the activities I want for ME, not so I can gain the acceptance of others, but so I can be and express myself in my own way.
So hopefully you read all that and it all made sense, and now here is the outfit I wore on Friday. It was kind of crazy and I was told I looked very 80's and "Madonna-esque," which made me feel super awesome considering I fricken love Madonna and the 80's.
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H&M floral skirt, thrifted lace top, Cotton On floral shoes, Lady Gaga t-shirt from the concert, necklace was a gift-company unknown. Socks from Forever 21.
I wore bulletproof vests, and my bodyguards had the option of having bulletproof vests - I bought five sets. -Ernst Zundel
Today I was feeling angsty, tired and lazy as I was getting dressed, and as of now I'm still feeling angsty and tired and lazy which is most definitely the reason it's been 4 hours since I've been home from school and I still haven't done any of my homework.
I really wasn't in the mood to have to think about what to wear today, so I decided to go for an "Angela meets Rayanne" sort of look where the outfit looks randomly thrown together, but also defines "tired teenager who doesn't care but at the same time does care and wants to look cool and love her outfit but doesn't have the energy to think or try on stuff and take off stuff so she just pulls out the basics and throws them on along with the attitude of I don't care if I look like crap, because I know that I look so crappy it's morphed into a STATEMENT outfit and I know this because I can feel your eyes staring me down with jealousy." (reality: someone shoots me a weird look. my eyes dart back and forth. "what, what? Did a bird just take a dump in my hair? TELL ME! I don't want to smell like endangered feces all day!" Person looks uncomfortable and walks away.)
Usually, my favorite thing to wear to school is my lace collared shirt under anything, paired with a random cardigan and then a skirt/shorts/pants (not all at once, usually only one of the three, I swear.) And then if I wear shorts/skirts I like wearing patterned tights/colored tights/and or leggings underneath because I like my outfits to be exciting and original because getting dressed is fun and I like looking like a creative individual who defies societies stereotype of teenage girls, because I just love defying stereotypes. (wait, what?). I also hate shaving my legs because it's a huge hassle and tights/and or leggings allow me to do that less frequently. Yay to stubbly legs!
Sucks/is awkward that I love wearing patterned tights/leggings due to the fact that I don't own any and desperately need to buy some, but sucks for me because that really isn't likely due to the fact that I tend to spend all my money on Reese's at lunch/break and/or Cup Noodles because I tend to eat all my packed lunch (courtesy of my mom) at break, leaving me super hungry at lunch. (Sidetrack Eva? Um, yeah. Oh, wait. Not really... um, this is kind of awkward so I'm just going to stop and go back to my potential point.) I really need/want desperately to have some patterned tights. I'm really open to all patterns, especially newspaper, skulls, Jesus, Frieda Kahlo, Kelly Osbourne, or Audrey Hepburn designs because those happen to be some of my favorite things ever. Well, not really Jesus. I'm not religious, but he looks cool printed on things and I totally respect him as a person and all his accomplishments throughout his life back in the day.
Notice how incredibly awkward I always look in the pictures I take? I used to try and look decent/"modelesque," but it's come to the point where all I really strive to achieve is a photo that doesn't make people feel so combatively uncomfortable that they turn away from the screen.
Sorry my outfit is so boring. I tried to jazz it up with this American Apparel vest that I got for $16 at a thrift store with my new HIGH SCHOOL FRIENDS. I know right? Eva has friends! Don't worry, I'm shocked too. (no joke.)
I like using the Thesaurus on Dictionary.com because I like learning new interesting/knowledgeable words so I can sound smart and disguise my teenage laziness with a charade of intellegence for once, because I enjoy being smart and getting the most out of my education while learning new and interesting vocabulary words to use in my drab English papers.
I'm wearing an American Apparel blue vest, Hue corduroy jeggings from Nordstroms, oversized pullover from Wet Seal, a random chain worn as a necklace I bought at the fabric store, a headband from J. Crew, and I was wearing grey ankle Ugg boots from Nordstroms but I was feeling lazy and didn't want to wear them while I took pictures because I just really wasn't in the mood to walk downstairs and put my feet in a pair of boots.
Oh yeah! And that collage in the background is probably my most prized possession in my entire room. I made it myself out of pictures and cutouts from doubles I had of Teen Vogue and it took me ages and is now huge and big (4x3 feet) and beautiful. I'm really tired of my uber boring walls so I've planned to decorate them with colorful and interesting images and nick-nacks of all sorts that inspire me and make me happy when I'm dreading having to do things I hate, such as homework and studying, which is ironic since I just declared I love learning.
Okay, so: my current fashion fetish is lace, patterned tights, cardigans, and lots of layers, OH, and collars. It seems weird to describe my current obsessions with the word fetish but whatever. I'm obviously way to cool to care about the typical way words are interpreted in society, but just because society is the majority/the dictionary doesn't mean they're right. jeez
Lace is basically my favorite thing in the world, and as my obsession with it grows I can't help but relate more and more to Danny from Grease and his addiction to cars and hair gel and trying really hard to be bad ass and cool which is clearly a major turn off to Sandy until she gets scared she will lose him so she changes FOR HIM (NO NO NO!) so he accepts her and then it turns out he loved her just as much before. No way! SURPRISE SURPRISE (insert sarcasm here).
And now that hair gel has come into conversation, it really wouldn't be right to talk about "hair gel addictions" without mentioning Pauly D. who is probably responsible for half of global warming due to his hair gel fumes and the dozens of bottles of it he probably goes through every week.
And then I found this picture while searching for pictures of John Travolta applying hair gel in Grease and it just makes you go "aww, so cute!" (insert hearts insert hearts) like lonely people do when they see puppies or fat babies or boy scouts helping old ladies cross the street.
I kind of love Grease to the extreme and when Sandy tries to go all bad girl for Danny it kind of makes me go insane because she just looks sooooo god damn cool even though her new look is totally not her. I'm totally diggin' the intense all black vibe that makes me think of all my favorite eras (eras? no! DECADES) as they flash before my eyes such as 50's! and 60's! and 80's! BAM! The random connection to the 80's is more so just because of Sandy's intensely permed/poofed/intensely curled/hair sprayed hair at the end when she goes all "bad girl" because I don't know about you and I don't know if I'm just insane, but permed/poofed/intensely curled/hair sprayed hair makes me think 80's!
I'm sad with myself and the "wonders" of google because I couldn't find a picture of Danny applying hair gel! Honestly, what the hayul. You can find pictures of monkeys eating baconand yet no pictures of John Travolta as Danny doing his signature gelled hair comb back are in existence? Either google was destined to be a major disappointment or my googling skills are totally lacking. So even though a picture of John Travolta as Danny doing his signature gelled hair comb back seem to be totally non existent on google, at least in this picture the light beautifully reflects off his hair like diamonds, totally capturing the "i'm too cool4school" vibe you get when admiring his shiny head.
So at this point you are probably hoping and praying I'll shut up so you can see the pictures of my outfit, or you just skipped down all ready for the pictures, but either way: TADA. The pictures.
Here is my fab-tastic outfit that is super lacey and crazay cool. (yes, crazay. that isn't a typo, that is hip lingo for crazy because I'm just sound so cool when I act like those wannabe hipster moms trying to bond with their kids by acting like they can talk the talk.)
floral keds from Cotton On, Forever 21 shorts, Nordtroms cardigan, wet seal black lace shirt, thrifted white lace collared shirt, tiffany charm necklace, earrings from some vintage store, socks i stole from my friend.
I've recently discovered some old photos from about a year ago of some blog posts I posted on chictopia.com and found it quite hilarious that my style has changed so much (at least in MY opinion.) My style used to be extremely boring, but now that I'm getting more "confident" in experimenting with different styles, my fashion sense has altered to the extreme. I now enjoy practical clothing that is comfortable yet exciting and interesting with touches of goth-ee-ness/punk-ee-ness and not super girly because when I feel like i'm dressed really girly I don't feel like myself.
I've also developed the patience to create my OWN clothing, and have been working on DIY shirts and I've been making my own jewelry for a while now, too. In addition to those revelations, I've also been really obsessed with Kelly Osbourne, hence my new and fabulous blog banner which you should all take the time to admire (hehe).
I'm actually embarrassed at how cool I was trying to look, but that was a year ago, and I like to believe that I've matured since then, at least to a certain extent. If only you could see what I wear now, you'd really realize how shocked I am that I thought this outfit was sooooo unique and cool, cause it's nat.
I have more "old discoveries" but I'll save them for another post.
The grunge look is back, which makes me feel even more psychic and confused because I've been watching My So Called Life pretty much like, all the time since I discovered it.
Depending on whether or not you are AVERAGE or FABULOUS, it could either seem AVERAGE or FABULOUS, but to me, it's FABULOUS, clearly meaning I myself am FABULOUS. It literally describes what every average (maybe I'm not so fabulous...) teenage girl/sometimes guy is experiencing in their hormonal and depressing life, which is why I love it so much because it is literally so real and relatable (that
sounds like a fake word) so it just like, pulls out your thoughts and puts them into a TV show. And not to mention JARED LETO is the most ATTRACTIVE MAN ON THE PLANET (except when he gets this awful long hair in the show... Jared, no. Just no.)
(to said designer of the above, I do not know your name, so I'm sorry I'm not crediting your awesome designs under your name)
Moving on: the show was filmed in the 90's which is basically the decade that like, created grunge fashion, which is why I feel all psychic because before I even REALIZED that the grunge look was back (in societies point of view), I'd been watching this show from the 90's that was full of grunge styles (and Jared Leto, of course).
Here is one skilled and hot collage I made of pictures from My So Called Life (you should watch it ASAP)
Also, lately I've been reading endless pages from sixbillionsecrets.com, and randomly, I just started to screenshot ones that I could relate to, and others than just stood out to me like, BAM. And I've decided to print out all the secrets I saved and make a little journal of them and glue them inside. Maybe I'll post pictures of it soon.
So for those of you who checked my blog a few times after my muppet post, and I'm pretty sure nobody did, though I like to think that I have some people who think my blog is cool enough to check regularly, I'm sorry I disappeared, but it honestly wasn't my fault. I was walking outside one day, being funtastic (yes, FUNtastic) and awesome, and this big alien just grabbed me and threw me into this huge ass UFO. I had no control throughout the entire situation, but finally, due to my extremely awesome persuasion skills, I managed to strike a deal with them aliens, and in exchange for my favorite nail polish, they let me go. So here I am now, coming back to my blog and to my what, um, 15 cool beezy followers? Eh hem, like, chya, duh... and posting yet another outfit. So yeah. Feel free to read my biography about my experience called "Fashion Blogger: Abducted" soon to be released in Botswana and Indonesia for all you lucky people who live in those awesome countries that I love, and will probably never end up visiting anytime soon.
Wetseal cropped sweatshirt thang, gray uggs, hue jeggings, rebecca bon bon bag, some random sweater I stole from my schools lost and found (yeah, I'm baaaaad to the bone), a wetseal floraly shirt, unbrushed hair and a HUGE sunny smile that just SCREAMS positivity.
some of you may look at this picture and say "ew, what a weird angle. she looks gross" but you know what I say? SCREW SOCIETY.
Killer Muppet fashion is definitely in. I mean, crazy collars, bold colors, the mass murder of televisions most beloved childhood T.V characters...
Lady Muppet Gaga
The Killing Kermit Woman
Wanna Shakespearean Muppet lady
A classic, typical take on "ze muppet"
Muppet woman: unable to keep skirt up
So this is the outfit I wore to my internship today and it's obvious I was clearly channeling my inner 5 year old by sporting a duck necklace and muppet-esc hair bow.
I can't explain why, but wearing this crocheted yarn bow around my head really made me feel like a muppet from good ol' Sesame Street. Guess I just had a deep connection... or something...
In honor of my duck necklace, thought I'd try the classic "sitting duck pose." Effort? Check. Success? In question.
One hot ninja kick.
Check out my oh so fabulous floral hightop sneakers. I'm kind of obsessed with them, and they go with EVERYTHING. Got them at Cotton On for $18+tax. Seriously, people. If you want the cutest shoes in the world, C.O is your go-to place.
*Shirt from Puerto Rico, HUE leggings, DIY vest, DIY necklace, DIY hair bow, Skirt from Nordstroms, Shoes from Cotton On*