sparkly boyfriends are so overrated.

It's the awkward month in magazine land when they (who is "they"? I ponder) decide to merge the two months together and, consequently, one (being the consumer) is left magazine-less for this poor awkward month that is unfortunately deemed as too suckish for it's own glossy magazine. (Do you follow?!) And, in result, I have the tendency to peruse old magazines. It was during this very perusal in which my stubby fingers landed on this very editorial (note: I actually DO have very stubby fingers. I don't know if "stubby fingers" is a commonly used phrase... but if it is then I FIT IT. YEAH.). There was an undeniable attraction between myself and this editorial. My heart pounded, love bubbles popped in the air, and a faded bridal march played in the background. I knew that THIS was the moment. The moment in the movies. Cue the cheesy music and the streaming tears! If editorials had feelings, the chemistry would have been UNDENIABLE. (Side note: not actually.)

(Teen Vogue March 2009)

Consequently, I decided to be all PROFESH (short for "professional." I'm so professional I say profesh. Rhetorical thinking makes "profesh" > "professional" in terms of being professional. I'm making no sense. I am aware of this matter. Yeaaaa!). In conclusion, SELF TIMER SHOTS + SCREEN SHOTS = PROFESH WITH SKILLZZZ. Bam!

Having a "me" overload? Yes, probably. To break up the series of me, I present you my sister! McDonalds ad? I don't know, but I'm lovin' it. (GET IT GET IT GET IT?! LOVIN' IT? MCDONALDS? I'M PUNNY? YOU LIKE HAPPY MEALS TOO? Aw yeah!)


CLOSE UP OF MY LOVER: (And by "lover," I am referring to the picture below. NOT my sister. Because that would be, well, OBVIOUSLY VERY VERY CREEPY.)

I loved the neck-piece balloon majiger done up there, so I thought I'd be a follower - ahem, be INSPIRED - and replicate my own version. It's rather simplistic in concept. Execution, however, seemed to be challenging (how Project Runway am I?!) due to sewing rubber. But whatevaaa. Ta-da!


I actually loved wearing this outfit. Supa fun. You see, I was originally going to wear a pink lace shirt with this skirt, along with pearls and other cliche stuff and it was pretty and whatever. But then I thought to myself, "this isn't really ME." So I decided to wear leopard prints because it truly allowed me to RELEASE MY INNER FIERCENESS (lies. except for the first part. I DID wear leopard print. Changed from what I was originally going to wear.) The moral of the story: wear whatevaaa you like. (Random link? Yes, I know. I like the video. And Daniel Vosovic. (BUSTED. I'm a major Project Runway groupie.))

ALSO... I, personally, think this furry blue creature (being my bag) is pretty awesomical. (New word. Awesome + radical = awesomical. Use it. Make it work. Like Frindle. Childhood soul mates anyone, anyone?) Actually, speaking of childhood, this creature WAS from my childhood and you wouldn't believe it but I FOUND IT IN THE GIVING IT AWAY PILE (mind you, we give it away to Value Village, so I would have been able to retrieved it, but that's beyond the PRINCIPLE of the story).


I conclusion, I saved this blue creature's life and it owes me.
I like this picture. I look like a clown. I was never fond of clowns.

(Shirt - Value Village $3, Skirt - Thrifted <$1, Belts - Both thrifted $1, Necklace - DIY, Jewlery - Assorted, Shoes - Thrifted, Bag - unknown)

Sometimes I think it'd be really AWESOMICAL (come on people! Although, come to think of it, it kind of sounds like "economical," but that's awesomical (har-har) too.) if people dressed more like me wear I live. (What upppp girl at the doctor's in skinny jeans and brown hollister tee? I SAW YOU STARING AT ME.) But I also think that if everyone dressed like me wear I live, I'd feel less unique and special. (My mummy says I'm special!) In conclusion, trends suck and WEAR WHAT YOU WANT. If you want to mix prints (oh no!) or wear (god forbid!) black and brown, then by golly, JUST DO IT. (I need to stop with this random links.)
I'm pretty sure I could have a huge rant on the overuse of trends (um, hey there model of duty look, you rock those leggings as pants) and conformity (does EVERYONE conform in some way?), but I'm off to Guatemala for two weeks. I'm sharing this really exciting piece of information in midst of this rambling beacuse 1) 2% of readers will actually read this (SHOUT OUT! LUVZYA4EVA) and 2) this is good because I have awesome pop jumps (what's that? you ask. WAIT FOR IT I say) to post. And I suppose I'll add a 3) and say 3) I'll have posts, albeit not too spectacular, scheduled to post! Yay!

KISSES.
Do you ever feel like you stand out in what you wear? Do you ever tone down what you wear for certain circumstances?
I didn't REALLY address these questions, but I'm curious. But I'll address them with this sole sentence that summarizes the story of my life: I'm ALWAYS overdressed. I once tried to dress "normally" (hellooo black tights!) and I felt MORE awkward than otherwise. Apparently I'm vying to be Oprah so once again: wear whatever you want.