hearing hinder's "lips of an angel" makes me very nostalgic because it reminds me of awkward middle school slow dances, awww.

I have an I-think-it's-funny-but-maybe-you-had-to-be-there story to go with this title. Once upon a time, Lips of an Angel was randomly playing. (Very random, now that I think of it. That song is ancient.)
Me: Aw, this song makes me super nostalgic... they used to always play it as the last slow song at Middle School dances!
Friend: It makes me sick.
Me: Why?
Friend: Because it's about incest.
*Awkward Pause*
Me: Um. No it's not.
Friend: Yeah. Have you heard the lyrics? "My sister's in the next room, sometimes I wish she were you."
Me: Um. No. It's "my girlfriend's in the next room."
*Awkward Pause*

Yeah. I take that back. You definitely had to be there. But now this song makes me giggle, because of this. Don't you love when songs remind me of something or somewhere or someone or sometime? It's fabulous. (By the way, this friend also thought that Arthur was a freaking mouse even though the entire universe knows that he's an AARDVARK... A-A-R-D-V-A-R-K. Just saying.)

Er. ANYWAYS. *insert smooth transition here to counteract the awkwardness of that unfunny story* ... I thought I'd share my newest sewing concoctions!

1. A skirt. Specifically, A NON PUFFY SKIRT. WHAT IS THIS? BRANCHING OUT? DIVERSITY? I'm such a risk-taker, gosh! Pleats are much more unforgiving than just shoving an elastic at the waist. Especially as I became obsessed with matching the swirly pattern on the pleats of the skirt, hereby making the whole situation significantly more complicated. And then the whole, "Hey! You might as well handsew it all so there's no seams!" Bad idea. Whatever. It's in the past. It worked out. I am joyous!


2. Yay! SHORTS. I was also tempted to make a puffy skirt out of this fabulous pattern. But mother dearest was all, "You make to many of those puffy skirts." I started to argue. But then... I really couldn't. A billion and two camel-toe problems later... ta-da!


My brain seems to think that I know how to draft patterns. It is sadly mistaken. I have no idea what I'm doing and I DESPERATELY want to know. What I'm doing, that is. The whole sewing process generally takes a lot more frustration and pulling-my-hair-out feelings than necessary. It would be really magical to be able to be all, "SHABAM MAKE THIS!" and then OOF. It just POPS.

Unfortunately, that's apparently unrealistic or something. Until I can convince my sister to be an inventor and create a genius solution as such (PFT AS IF SHE'S SMART ENOUGH) (jokes, sibz), I definitely want to master the art of sewing, so concoctions can be made without huge reliance on Mr. Stitchripper. They'll call me "Magic Sewing Hands That Doesn't Need A Stitchripper EVER." Or not.

Nonetheless, I'm super content that creative juices have flowed back into my bloodstream. I've been waking up all, "AH! I DON'T HAVE TIME TO DO EVERYTHING!" which is, legitimately, one of my very favourite feelings to wake-up with! Seriously. It's bizarre. On days when I'm like, "Wow! I have nothing to do today!" It's more of an, "AGRH. I have NOTHING to do today." So this is good news. My bedroom floor - or lack thereof, harhar - is a testament of my creative gremlins. Or maybe just my inner pig. And this is just my bedroom floor.


Shabam! Goodies to come. Outfit post soonsies. Pinky promise!

What's something that you'd like to learn more about or maybe even master?

my dad is so in the know with modern celebrity culture. he totally referenced justin beaver. yes, beaver.

Speedy post here, snookums. Just thought I'd share some recent creations. I did these just for funzies. I'm calling this "The Red Balloon Series." Because that's not at all obvious and very creative and endearing. (hi, sarcasm.) Do you like them? Oh really, you do? Well, gosh, maybe you should PURCHASE THEM. Maybe. If you want. (See how classy and discreet I am, just casually mentioning how they are at a very reasonable price over at etsy? High quality prints? Very unique? I am annoying? Yes, yes, yes, yes!)




(Watercolour, pen&ink)

But I hope you like them. They were fun to create! I'm obsessing over this line/ shading style. I used it for my play posters and have been abusing them ever since. In a good way. I think.

These fellows all link up to their listing (i.e. just click and buy! simple pimple!) or you can check out the rest of my shop here.

Anyways. I thought I'd shoot you all another hypothetical question because I'm a dork and I get a real kick from your answers. (Oh sweet golly. I just said "I get a real kick." Remember when I said "I'm a dork"? Yeah.) By the way, these questions are stolen from "Klosterman Questions." To be honest, I don't know oodles about them. But I picked up one of his books at the library today, so I'll be giving it a whirl shortly. (Along with approximately 214lbs of other books that I picked up. My arm is no longer in its socket. I learned how to work the dewey decimal system. All by myself! Aw, I'm growing up! I was going to ask an attractive male to help me (because nothing's hotter than knowing the dewey!), but there weren't any attractive males present in my vicinity. Or any other people, really.) ANYWAYS. Question time!

You can listen to this beautiful song while pondering the question. I am caring like that.



In long... You have a brain tumor. Though there is no discomfort at the moment, this tumor would unquestionably kill you in six months. However, your life can (and will) be saved by an operation; the only downside is that there will be a brutal incision to your frontal lobe. After the surgery, you will be significantly less intelligent. You will still be a fully functioning adult, but you will be less logical, you will have a terrible memory, and you will have little ability to understand complex concepts or difficult ideas. The surgery is in two weeks. How do you spend the next fourteen days?

In short... You are having an operation for a brain tumor in two weeks. You will be a fully functioning adult, but significantly less intelligent (less logical, terrible memory, unable to understand complex concepts). How do you spend the next fourteen days?

Have a Thuper Thursday! (That's "Super." With a lisp. Because that creates alliteration. I'm really obsessing over childish alliteration. This is not a good thing. I'm very in tuned with the grade six Lexy. And that's just weird.)

(If you don't have etsy, but you are interested in buying these prints, please contact me: lexyht[at]hotmail[dot]com. We'll werkkk it out.)

buying chocolate covered raisins from bulk barn is rather satisfying

Welcome to a special edition of "Lexy's Go-To Summer Outfit" featuring, well... Lexy's go-to summer outfit. (Is it just me, or did that sentence lack a zesty ring? Shh... Just... pretend there were corresponding tunes. And show girls. And jazz hands. (lots... lots of jazz hands.)) Basically, here's a variation of what I typically throw on in the summer. (Well, minus the blazer. The blazer is thrown on for the purpose of outfit interest (ah, I'm a fraud!). And to fight off the mosquitoes. There are many pesky little creatures in my region during the evening. The blazer shields my arms from their sucking of blood. Apparently it's magical like that.)

My outfits have been feeling uninspired lately. It's essentially a patterned skirt here, a patterned shirt with similar colours there, some accessories la la la... then BAM! KAPOW! EXPLOSION! Out pops a... mediocre outfit. I don't like to play the blame game, so I won't.

On a completely unrelated note, the weather has been extremely humid and energy-sucking. I am not blaming the weather for my outfits' mediocrity these days. This is just a completely random, irrelevant fun fact that I - completely randomly, of course - decided to share.

After two years, you'd think I'd be tired of this darn puffy skirt style. But let me tell you - YOU'RE THINKING WRONG. Mwahaha. (This evil laugh is code for "Yes, I've already made two more this summer. One features sea creatures. The other features oranges. Yes. Summer heat waves are melting my brain cells only a little bit. (A lot.)")

I just stalked my old post. It was funny. This is what I wrote: "I'm somewhat addicted to making these skirts... I've made six in the past month and I bought fabric for two more! Anyways, I figure I'll get so sick of making them, that I won't make anymore." - Lexy circa 2009. Oh, well. Gosh. That was awkward. Because, you know, I never got sick of making them. So much for my Raven tendencies. You failed me, Raven Baxter. You too, Lexy circa 2009. YOU DIDN'T EVER REALLY KNOW ME, DID YOU?! Failures.


Like I said, I'm OBSESSED with this little fellow. I attached him to my necklace. They make a pretty fly couple, me thinks. Full of swagger and things.


(Shirt - Salvation Army $3, Skirt - Homemade, Blazer - Value Village $4, Socks - H&M $2, Shoes - Salvation Army $7, Hairbow - unknown, Keychain - cne, Jewelry - Nepal)

Anyways. Not much to say (SAY WHAT?!). I was going to rant about things, but I decided not to. I was going to write about how I went to the dollar store, but, well, now you know. I went to the dollar store. (OOH STAY TUNED. I made something. It made me laugh. My sister responded with disgust. Picture a pig-like facial expression, followed by a "That's psychotic. You're not actually going to wear it... Please. Don't wear it." #honesty #siblinglove #oohintenseareyoustokedforafuturepostnow)

Have a merry evening, friends! Tomorrow I have my first in-car driver's class. As in, I'll be driving a car. If you live in my town Southern Ontario Canada the Universe EVERYONE, don't go outside tomorrow at 10:00am. I cannot be held liable for any serious injuries that may result from my driving inabilities. (I'm really not kidding. I can't drive. I fully fulfill all stereotypes involving young/ asian/ female drivers. Sorry for reinforcing them. I can't drive.)

I am sleepy, but be assured that I'm sending virtual smiles your way xxx

What is your summer "go to" outfit?