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HOWDY PONIES AND GUMBALL FILLINGS!

Just kidding! I don't know what I'm saying. Theory: if I start of this post totally wack, you might think to yourself, "Well, golly, Lexy is simply cray-cray (read: crazy). She must be having a super wack-a-doodle summer filled with cray-crayness (read: craziness)!" To which I will chuckle to myself, as if I have a little fun secret, almost as though I am reaffirming what you have come to assume. (Rather than the reality of the fact that I've spent the past four days in a itsy room with fresh-faced 16-year-olds learning about vehicles and driving and also reaffirming my notion that I should never be allowed to drive since I know, um, nothing about driving. Driver's training. Yup. More on that later. Or maybe not.)

Instead, let's pretend I've been splashing in the sunlight and dancing with the flowers, shall we? We shall!

Bought this _______ (I don't know it's technical name; cardigan, I suppose, but I feel like that name evokes grandma knitting and that I simply won't allow) earlier this summer. It's MARVELOUS. It's so light and airy and perfect to spin around and dance and act like a fairy in. Plus it's vibrant and summery and dreamy and, well, yeah. I quite enjoy it's presence in my life.


The tag also claims it's Oscar de la Renta. I just thought that it was cool, bro.



This little lad has been making an appearance in a lot of my outfits, as of late. He's a quirky little fellow. Pretty hardcore (note: ONE eyeball. Yikes!). He won't tell me how that happened, so I figure it's something madly intense. But he'll keep smiling through the pain of being half-blind. He's a kidder like that. A jokester, if you will. We get along great. (Side note: Sad that I treat my creepy keychains like they're my bff? A little... A lot.)

(Dress - Vintage/ Stolen from my Mum, Cardigan thing - Vintage Oscar de la Renta $30, Shoes - Vintage $15, Belt - Thrifted $1, Jewelry - Gifted, Keychain fellow - cne)

Just because I feel like letting you all in on my irks and tummy-tossers, here's a deep one for you. It's really profound, mind-boggling, and dire. It leaves me unable to sleep, pulling out the roots of my hair and squeezing my eyeballs in utter horror. How can I solve it? I toss. I turn. I mutter. I sputter. Ready for it?! (You cry, "All aboard!" And then salute me. Just because I think that would be neat.) Alright. Here it is. My major irk. Problematic, earth-shattering, world spinning... When I get comments that are all, "NICE BLOG :) I'LL FOLLOW U IF U FOLLOW ME _____link." Ahhhhhh! #Ohtheproblemsoftheworld!

Joking. About the direness of this "problem," that is. As I know it's not really a problem - not even in the slightest. It's just a wee little irk. I'm feeling annoying, so I may as well translate my annoying energies into a rant about non-issues. It would probably be classified in the "Irk Archives" with, say, flies. You know. Like that one fly that buzzes around everywhere, but you can NEVER seem to locate it, only it's bzzzzzzing. And you try to swat it away and you maybe mumble some curse words all like MUTHERF@CKER Y CANT I GET U but, at the end of the day, it's like... "Meh." You know? Like that. So this is a meh problem. A temporary, momentous irk.

Do you find these styles of comments irking, too? For me, I think that blogging should always be about self-expression, sharing ideas, communication, having fun and all that jolly stuff. Sure, it's dandy to know that I have a party of awesome readers to accompany the ride (like, meh, whatevz) (OKAY, GUILTY: I dance a little whenever I get a new follower! A lot. I dance a lot. BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT.) Blogging isn't about numbers and followers and numbers of followers. It strikes me as silly when people try to do virtual bribery with followers. If I like your blog, if you're a loyal reader, etc... I'll follow you. If you leave me a generic comment... I won't even comment on your blog OOH WHAT NOW. Yup.

Recently, blogging has proven to be a strong medium for getting your face out there and maybe even achieving so-called "fame." Because of this, I feel like blogging has maybe gotten less organic and raw and heartfelt and that maybe people are just sticking to formulas that have been proven to equate to blogging success? Whatever that may be? What is "blogging success" anyways? I find the nature of blogging - and the newfound potential for "fame" that comes alongside - quite interesting. Ho hum.

Anyways. *End temporary irk rant and now we can pretend we talk about more worldly, profound things... politics, anyone?*

Thoughts? What are your blogging pet peeves?