I wish I could fly. I know this is the biggest cliche of the universe, but it doesn't make it any less true. I don't know if any of you folks are familiar with Canada's Wonderland, but I recently went on Skyflyer and it was AMAZING. It's so krazy (yup, with a k! ooooh...). When I was a young 'un, I would see that ride and be all, "I'm never, ever going to go on it!" And bam! Living proof that you should never say never! (Because, you know, I went on it...) I like asking people what kind of animal they'd like to be. Me? Aw. Thanks for your inquiries. I usually go for something like "chameleon" because I like change/ am hipster like datz. But screw that persona! I'm sticking to the cliches! I WANT TO BE A BIRD AND I WANT TO FLY. Especially since I've semi-experienced the
life two minutes of a bird (with straps and wires and announcements and screams but shhh.)
Sorry. That was really random. I guess jumping and flying are synonymous in my books? As in these photos reminds me of flying? No. Um. Enjoy an outfit post...
I'm obsessing over mixing the same types of prints. I.e. clashing flowers with flowers, dots with dots, et cetera. It's fun. It looks bad. But it's FUN. So hah! I guess I'm doing it because I AM BAD. What? No, seriously, Lexy. WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? I don't know. Go prints! Boooom.
I'm also obsessing over SOCKS. This is so weird because I'm so not a socks person. When I had to wear a uniform (ah, back in high school...), I would immediately kick off my socks as soon as I (and my feet alongside) entered the car. I enjoy letting my feet breathe, as opposed to being soaked in puddles of sweatbuckets. That being said, sweatbuckets are fun now! Or maybe I just I like how they (socks, that is) add an unexpected twist to the outfit. And they make me feel like a child. I like that.
Some photos of the sisters...
(Romper - Salvation Army/ Thrifted $5, Blouse - Singapore, Socks - H&M $2, Shoes - Salvation Army/ Thrifted $7, Broaches - Nepal, Bag - Value Village/ Thrifted $5, Jewelry - Assorted)
And now! Another episode of "Lexy's Rambles!" *Theme song rumbles, cheesy dancing alongside doo-doo-dooo-do-dooo* (The tagline, of course, would be "Feel free to skip over!" but probably with some snazzy alliteration. Please use your imagination. Viewer/ boredom discretion is advised.)
My brain has been on vacation, but it has recently risen from its hibernation and is now continuously musing over the question of: How do you create a life with meaning? Seriously. My brain is getting obsessive with this concept and I just don’t know how to deal with it! Dear brain, I want to write to it, I don’t know how you create a life with meaning! I don’t know!
“Brain,” if you haven’t figured it out, is simply a safe way of saying “I.” Yes. I’ve been musing heavily over this idea of life and meaning. It’s the kind of thing that, I’m sure, comes with age – or maybe it never comes at all. Maybe it’s one of those things that you never know.
It scares me how quickly time passes. How quickly moments slip beneath our fingers. Memories vanish, days blur. Our time here is so short. How do we make the most of it? And even more so, how do we show that we were here in the first place? I want to leave the world making it better than it was before I came on it. But HOW?
Maybe, I sometimes think to myself, that is why fashion is so important to me. Maybe, by wearing bright colours and crazy clothing, I can (without saying a word), tell people to stop taking life so seriously, to have fun, to be individual. Maybe. (At least, that’s what I like to think.) But is that enough? How can I do more, change more?
A lot of “Hows” have been running through my head. How can I inspire others to be and do good? How do I spread happiness and hope? How do I live a life with total, utter contentment? How can I touch and influence and inspire others? How do I live with purpose? How can I be the best I can possibly be? HOW?
I want to grow as a person, but I feel so constrained in my surroundings. I want to live each day to the fullest, but I simply don’t know how. I want to be friends with unicorns, but that’s just not possible. I want to do and create and change so much, that I’m left lost and scared. How?
How do YOU create a life with meaning?
Ah, don’t you guys loving picking into the brain of a kind-of lost, silly small town 17-year-old girl…