13-year-old "couples" are hilarious.

Dear friends! Howdy, hello, you know the drill! I was mentally scrummaging through old photos - MAN THERE ARE A MULTITUDE - and I figured it was time to post. And the rest was history... Not really. But I'm posting now. Because I have a lot of pictures to post. (And so the circle of Lexy's rambles begin...) Particularly since this number boasts BARE legs, a concept that has been struck foreign due to blistering winds and chilly weather and general winterisaroundthecornerness. I.e. Yeah, welcome to an outfit that was worn awhile back! Hip hip hooray! But whatevz, brah. Vintage is in. Or something. Okay, awkward-ness still exists, so I'll just power on...

As you, dear stalkers - ahem, regular readers (LUV U), are well aware (i.e. refer to, um, every outfit post, pretty much), I have the tendency to overwear these dear flowers. As in every day. As in, "Wow, Lexy, you really like those flowers" - voice in my head (I wanted to write coworker because it seemed like a plausible comment. At last, by magic, no one has ever made that comment and I didn't want to be a LIAR to you folks). Story time, children. Once upon a time, I was walking downtown and realized that the turquoise one was missing. I was a little gloomy. Sad face. The end. THAT'S RIGHT. My dear collection has been dwindled down, but I have my fingers crossed that maybe a small child or a wondering soul or maybe even a homeless man has found it is doing something wonderful and creative with it. Hip hip hooray for lost treasures being found? PLEASE?



Not much is going on over at this end. Or, on the contrary, much is going on over at this end, but not much worth droning on and on and onnnnn about. I've recently been thinking about relationships and chemistry and what kind of people I'm generally compatible with. I find myself more hip-hip-hooray-yadda-yadddaaa around more mild/ timid people, and I'm more mild/ timid around really outspoken/ loud people. I DON'T KNOW, whhadddup with that? My personality can certainly be quite bi-polar and extremist in that sense. I also do not gel well with people that whine. It's something to do with my obnoxious peppy-ness that doesn't seem to vibe well with negative thoughts. (Seriously. The most commonly used word in the Dictionary of Lexy's life is "Yay." I am a five year old, really.) I guess I'm just like, you know, a lost soul trying to find my tribe. I probably never will, just because I just said, "I'm a lost soul trying to find my tribe." Who says that? Besides 80-year-old hippies on acid? Are they my tribe? Should I Kijiji that shizzz? WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME? I need to eat breakfast. Peace owwwt, lovely people. Peace.

What kind of people do YOU generally get along with?

(Dress - Vintage $5, Shirt - Thailand, Broaches - Nepal, Belt - Thrifted $1, Socks - Dollarama $0.50, Shoes - Salvation Army $7)