corn on the cob

Remember what I told you guys? What? You forget? Oh, you’re just kidding with me? OH YOU KIDDERS, YOU. Of course you remembered that I’d post my mediocre shopping outfit. You probably marked it on your calendar and everything. I am uncertain as to why I’m so narcissistic right now. So I should probably stop. Um, anyways. Yeah. Here it is. I say “mediocre” because it’s a winter rip-off of this outfit. But SHH... only my super stalkers were supposed to know that.

I don’t know why, but these leopard tights are suddenly looking very neutral to me. I experienced a moment of, “Should I wear black tights? Or should I wear leopard tights? Well, whatever. They’re basically the same thing.” (I so wish I could get away with this notion at school. Black Tights vs. Leopard tights + grey/ navy uniform = psh same thing/ golden.)



I’m seriously obsessed with this necklace. I have to warn you all: I kind of went overboard during the whole “shopping” thing in Nepal. I came home with four bags of stuff. FOUR BAGS! Can someone please react with me?! FOUR BAGS AH WUT GURL. (That's what I'm looking for.) But some of the goods were gifts! (By “some,” I mean one bag. Out of four. Meaning three bags are for me. AH I'M A SELFISH BRAT THAT CAN’T BE TAMED.)



But this necklace was seriously love at first site. We were walking around the market. I was my friends. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it. Everything stopped. My worlds blurred. Suddenly, I heard my voice yell, “STOOOOP.” Every turned around, mouths slowly dropping. There I was, running in slow motion towards this display, the bull’s face glistening in the sunlight. There. Love, kids. Love. (Why do I always exaggerate my shopping experiences? Are you guys all like “this chick’s obsessed with shopping,” she’s therefore cool? Maybe that's what I'm going for? I need friendships?)


(Shirt dress - Salvation Army $3, Blazer - Salvation Army $8, Shoes - Salvation Army $7, Leopard Tights - Pacific Mall $5, Necklace - Nepal, Jewelry - Assorted)

I actually chatted today with my old math teacher about my trip to Nepal (she went a few years ago) (aw, bonding moment with ex-math teachers, I’m so social). We were talking about the Everest flight which, to be honest, was a little, “Blah, well, I guess I can say I’ve been to Everest. Boo yeah.” But she said she loved the atmosphere: the quiet excitement/ anticipation from all the passengers. You know what? It's true. That feeling is magic. Magic. When everybody seems to be on the same page, in spite of who they are or where they came from or how they got there. Everyone seems to be feeling the same. Connected by this feeling. There are those moments when it's like, you know what, we really are all the same.

A specific moment I remember is at a Leadership Conference I went to last year. It was fun times. I met lots of cool peoples from around the crib (by "crib," I mean Canada. Aw gangstah swagga, lexdawg.) It was only four days, but I felt like I forged many relationships and it was certainly sad to say "good bye." We had a final dance (you know it's high school when...). There was one specific moment where I suddenly felt so alive. Here I was, in a big circle, jumping up and down with people I'd only known for a few days. We were basically strangers, but it was so amazing. Just jumping up and down in tune to a beat. Connected by music? The past four days? I'm not sure. Just something.

That's another thing that amazes me about fashion and art. I've never been to a fashion show, but I certainly picture many in my head, as I scroll down runways on style.com, mouth agape. I feel like there's a sense of purpose. Everyone is joined together by beauty and passion and love and belief. Isn't that what makes life worth living? Purpose, beauty, passion, love, and belief? I think so. I think that's why art is so beautiful: all these characteristics are apparent - amongst the creators, the viewers...

The world is certainly different and people are certainly vast and all over the place. But I do believe that the core of people are essentially the same. I think that everybody is compatible with everybody: it's simply a matter of trying, rather than judging. Unfortunately, many people stick to the latter. It's easy. We are lazy.

My blog is filled of thought bubbles these days. Sorry, friends. Let's eat some apple pie and chat.

xx
What is your most favourite "atmosphere" in the entire world?