I've seen the first Harry Potter movie! That's the extent of my relationship with Harry. Guilty. What? You're unfollowing me?

This was a fun outfit to wear. Fancy hair pieces and gloves make me feel like a fancy shmancy girl. Like, I should be sipping martinis and owning a Blackberry and gossiping on the set of Gossip Girl and swooshing my hair and partying with Paris and flashing my crotch and um, yeah. Of course, the fifty cents socks and orange skirt may detract from my inner socialite persona. But still. The principle's there.




I got this headband for Christmas. AH IT IS BRILLIANT. I love it so much! I desperately wanted to wear it to school one day, but I foresaw the "omg you look like a duck" references, followed by a page 7 for "detracting from the integrity of the school's uniform." So I used my judgement and things. Ohhh, back in high school. (I think I've said that... way too many times. It just doesn't get old!)


Biggest surprise of my life: my SIBLING made me this broach! It's awesome and so "me"! (Literally. It's my name. HAH.) She's also made me two other broaches! She's the best! She loves me so much! Just kidding. We both (the sibling and I) know that her creation of goodies for me is really code for "my mom thinks that the sibling has a newfound hobby and passion, though it's really just an excuse for her to hibernate in her room and watch Bones." She's even more of a homebody than I am. Whatever, I'm benefiting greatly from her addictive tendencies, so hollaaa! I support this motion!


The debut of the ORANGE puffy skirt. I really wanted someone to comment something like, "Wow. That skirt makes me happy." and then I could be all, "then ORANGE you glad you saw it?! BAHAHHA. GET IT?!" At last, I didn't even leave the house that day (except to go driving with my mom. I made her nauseous. #icantdrive). This is probably a good thing for the sake of my dignity and ego and things.


(Shirt - Thrifted $3, Skirt - Homemade, Socks - Dollarama $0.50, Shoes - Vintage $35, Headband - Ophelie Hats, Gloves - Vintage $2, Broach - Homemade via the Sibling)

Current musings. Skip over? Keep reading? Pop popcorn and enjoy the show?

“Life isn’t about finding yourself. It’s about CREATING yourself.”

When I first heard this quote, my life changed. I stopped in my tracks. Took a deep breath. Reevaluated my life. And then, like magic, BAM! Transformation.

Kidding. That was supposed to be an intriguing lure, in a “Wow, Lexy, you are such a fascinating creature and I want to know more about where you’re going with this” kind of way. Or make me seem like a lunatic. Either or. The reality is, well, not that exciting. Rewind. When I first heard this quote, I tuned it out. This was my guidance counselor's mantra for my graduating class. I.e. it was blown up on a poster in the hallway with groovy flowers blossoming in the background so you automatically label it as “lame.”

But I’ve recently been pondering it and, well, heck, it’s so true. Throughout my life as a teeniebopper, teachers and parents and romantic comedies and clichés and et cetera have shouted, loud and clear, the whole “be yourself” thing. Be yourself. Simple enough. Except for, you know, the minor fact of, oh, Hi, I’m a lost and moody teenager and, well, I don’t actually know myself very well, at all, so, um, how am I supposed to be myself when I don’t know who I am?!

Consequently, a viable solution isn’t about simply being yourself, but also looking ahead. Becoming yourself. Looking at the things that inspire you, that make you tick, that make you happy. Envisioning the person you want to be, the future that you want to have. And then BAM. Creating it! As a dreamer that spends a great deal of my time in my imaginative future, this concept strikes me as simply wonderful and feasible. After all, I’d like to think that life is more than soul-searching. It’s about evolution and growth. And always being a little dreamy so you can work towards those dreams and visions.

Obviously, I could go on and on about this quote. Weigh the pros and cons about creating oneself. Conduct a survey. Create an accompanying bar graph. Analyze results. Make a backboard. (Okay. I’m getting this confused with science fair.) But I think I’ll leave it for today. I think it just all goes back to the idea that we are in control of who are. We shouldn’t let seeming genes, or mental roadblocks, or society or whatever warp who we want to become. I’m sure we’ve all had instances of, “I would love to be that girl, but…” NO BUTS. We CAN be that girl.

That being said, No, I haven’t found myself, I haven’t created myself. I like to think I have a strong grasp of who I am and what I want. If I’m honest, I have no idea. Right now, I’m an extremely-giggly, overly-excited, socially-awkward seventeen year old mega-dreamer. Will I be the same when I’m thirty? Gosh, I hope not! I’m working on creating myself but the thing is, I’m not sure who I want to be. I have a lot to learn. I’m just going with the wave of my heart. Let’s see where this takes me?

“Life isn’t about finding yourself. It’s about CREATING yourself.” What kind of person would YOU like to be? What characteristics, attributes, lifestyle, etc? Please allow yourself to be a little dreamy…

P.S. So I'm off to, um, Iceland to day. You know, just a typical day trip and aldjlakjds SCREW IT! I'm going to Iceland! I'm so excited! Whenever people find this out, the response, 87% of the time, is along the lines of "WOW! I've ALWAYS wanted to go Iceland!" Iceland doesn't really strike me as travel cliche, so it leaves me giggling and tempted to call bluff. It's funny. I'm excited. I'll be gone for a week. Don't fret, I have posts sprinkled out for your enjoyment. It's funny how maintaining the blog is part of my pre-travel/ going away routine now...

Happy week, friends!