My, my, my. How long it has been! I sincerely miss you all. Being a busy senior is really getting in the way of my blogging.
However, I AM back! I am returning in full, with diys, reviews, musings, and of course, FASHION (at least as I know it, haha).
September- hectic little month, full of football games (hey! our school made playoffs!), Calculus (agh), with sprinkles of poetry, and novels like Wuthering Heights, Heart of Darkness, and my favorite, Hamlet (I'm doing my end-of-course paper on Hamlet's madness, whoo).
October- Turned 18! Yay! I'm a big girl now, made a few tinsy-big steps like opening my own bank account.
November- finishing applying to school and writing furiously for scholarships! For those of you curious, my top choice is Vanderbilt :) Also, I'm waay pumped because I'm taking my little brother (15 years old) on his first thrifting venture tomorrow. It's surely to be adorable, watching him wade through tons of clothes in search of the golden opportunity. Pictures will be a MUST.
BIG, FAT, IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT:
I am opening an Etsy shop this month AND I will be starting out with a Black Friday sale! Prices way down for a some sweet little black dresses, tops, skirts, ect. How's that sound? :D Sometime next week, I will tantalize you with a preview of the items and more details!
In the summers I just cannot bear to make myself wear makeup for the most part, because I live in the humid South and it makes me feel icky. But it rained yesterday, and we are expecting the weather to cool, so maybe... (*wink)
I am definitely going to try out cat eyes this fall. I simply have not had the courage to wear them. BUT I AM DOING IT THIS YEAR, BY JOVE!
Once upon a time,
a little girl wanted to fly. She would sit at her window and watch birds beating their wings against the great blue. She noticed how funny it was that they looked so agitated, twittering about on her roof, but completely at ease and graceful as they flew, beaks pointed ahead. She studied their colors, wingspan, their songs... but most of all, she loved them. Because she loved flight.
One day, she met a witch. The witch told her she would make the little girl into a bird if in return she would be her slave. The little girl eagerly agreed, but she did not realize that the witch was not going to make her into a sweet white dove, or a happy blue jay. Instead the little girl became a nasty black crow.
Though disappointed, the little girl was forced by her own deal with the witch to be obedient and uncomplaining. She served the witch as her faithful messenger, flying sadly into the dark night sky, though she dreamed of the bright blue of day.
The witch held a grudge against a certain prince who had spurned her attention. She called the little crow to her side and instructed her to watch the prince and learn his routine, so that the witch may be able to set a trap for him and rid herself of the object of her ruined love.
The girl crow did watch the prince. He was handsome, and kind, and intelligent, and she herself could not help but be drawn to him. She saw him day after day as he went out with his falcon to let her fly. The crow admired his love of the animal and soon fell in love with him herself.
The little crow was not particularly discreet. The prince, who had sharp eyes and keen senses, found her hiding in the trees. Instead of being irritated or alarmed, the prince laughed and called for her. The crow alighted on his arm, and he spoke tenderly to her, asking where she was from. He did not expect her to answer him, but the little crow could not help herself, and she replied. She told him her story, of her love of birds, of the witch who had tricked her, and finally why she had been watching him. The prince listened and believed her.
The crow gave him directions to the witch's house, where the prince cornered the old crone and ran her through with his sword. Good had bravely vanquished her vengeful evil. However, though the witch was dead, the spell on the little girl did not disappear. She still remained a sad, ugly little crow.
Moved to pity and love, he said, "You and I both will be birds."
He kneeled and prayed, and the prince became a majestic black bird, slender and shining. She admired his beauty, and he leaned in and touched his beak to hers. She became like him. They were one and the same, they were ravens, and they trailed the skies the rest of their days.
Once upon a time,
a little girl loved her daddy very, very much. But he was a traveler; he took trips to far off lands for work, and she could never go with him. But the little girl was never sad because she knew her daddy would always come home.
One day, he brought her home a pair of little blue and silver shoes. He told her they reminded him of her, and that they would look pretty and dainty on her little feet. She wore them all the time, especially when he was away.
top & flower accessory: old navy
shoes: far off lands (or ?)
One day, the girl's daddy did not come home. She did not understand for a long time why he did not return to her, and she held the little blue shoes in contempt for the offense. The little blue shoes were locked in a box in her closet, and she did not bring them out and wear them.
Then, she heard the word and understood his occupation: soldier. There was so much honor and dignity in the word. The pain cleared in a second, replaced by pride.
Her daddy left to go out and lay his life on the line for her, for other little girls like herself, and even for those little girls' parents. She pictured him in her head as a folk giant, a knight, a hero like Hercules or like Arthur, the one to save the day and rescue them all. Her chest swelled with love.
The little girl brought out the blue shoes and looked at them. They were old now, and too small for her feet, but she touched them tenderly and understood, the greatest gift from a child to a parent. The little blue and silver shoes were forever very precious to her, for they were her only connection to her mythical, great, soldier of a father.
Once upon a time,
it was her first red dress. Her friends had kidnapped her and taken her shopping. "You have a great figure!" they said, laughing good-naturedly. "You need to show yourself off sometimes!"
To her protests, they took her hands and said, "Don't worry. You will look fabulous."
She sat on her bed and stared at it in her closet. It was an unoffending dress, simple cut, modest, even fashionable, but it was red. Red says hello, look at me! Red says, I am attractive. Red says, I've got everything under control.
She certainly did not feel that way today. She looked down at herself, picking out a thousand mistakes on her person, places she did not want to showcase, things she wanted to hide, and Red just cried, Try me on for size!
It looked like a rite of passage almost, the first time she would unveil her legs in public and shun all forms of self-consciousness. It was a symbolic first step. She stared and stared.
Red whispered, I am here.
She bit her lip and pulled the red dress on.