pocket full of sunshine

Sorry if updates are on the slow down, ho-down. (I think I'm quoting Miley Cyrus when I say this. Emphasis on "I think." But let's pretend that I don't know this. And that Miley Cyrus has no relevance to this post. Because, let's be frank, SHE DOESN'T. Okay. PRETEND THIS NEVER HAPPENED. Lalala.) Let's blame the lack of updates on alien abductions because that's far more interesting then the truth of the twenty-four-seven schedule of school, field hockey, and homework I've been induced with. Kidding, that's not the truth. Really. You've gotta love those aliens.

Summer is a duration of beautiful things, such as time. And shorts. Actually, I'm still wearing shorts. Also, I like tights. Actually, I much prefer tights to plain-Jane shorts. So I'll take back my words and praise summer for it's seemingly endless amounts of TIME that it graces us. I miss it.

Look at that come hither wink. Is it working? Do you want to come hither? I don't know what that even means but YES I CAN TELL IT'S WORKING. I'm a charming, charming girl.


Look at me! I'm a mean, green, come-hither, jumping machine! This is revolutionary.


Posts with content exceed random posts of apologies? Right? Right, you say. It's okay. We'll work on it. Er. Whatever, here's more content. "PLASTERCINE DOLLS VIA CHILDHOOD." Aw yeah, baby! Here's the back story: my cousins and I used to have the hugest infatuation with playing with dolls (like every other person on the planet. (ie every girl) (sneaky)). Here's the catch: we made them out of plastercine. I've got to tell you, OODLES OF FUN. These must be from age 12 or 13 or something?

Playing with dolls at age 12 or 13? you ask. Why, yes. Yes, we were late bloomers. YES WE WERE RIDICULOUSLY AWESOME. Yes, yes, yes!

^ Can we please take a moment to admire my keen eye for proportion? Obviously minuscule legs and wonky arms were the cool thing back then. Envious? Duh.


(Shirt - Value Village/ Thrifted $3, Shorts - Thrifted $7, Belt - Pacific Mall $10, Shoes - Vintage $30, Hat - Value Village/ Thrifted, Socks - H&M, Orange Lipstick - Pretty Little Miss Make-up Set via childhood)

I hope you are all of a scrumptious time doing whatever you're doing. Don't mind the long periods of not updating. It merely means that the aliens have eaten my fingers off and I can no longer type and, consequently, typing with my toenails takes a smidgen longer...

Duh.

p.s. Question of the day: If you were a verb, what would you be?
Someone asked me this a few days ago. I still don't have an answer...