blawgerz rule 1.0: flying a kite

Okay. So. I know what you're thinking. (Just kidding. I don't. I don't know what you're thinking, that is. I've always found this saying rather peculiar. It's this awkward transition where people try to pretend that they're inside your mind when 98.3% of the times that someone has told me that they "know what I'm thinking," the rest of the sentence does not correspond to what was inside my mind. Aka, that was awkward... you didn't know what I was thinking. ANYWAYS. I'm being awkward. Let's move on...) SO, I know what you're thinking... "Lexy, why does this illustration say "flying a kite" when the girl in the illustration is not, in fact, flying a kite?" (If you were actually thinking that, do inform me. I think I'll chuckle a little longer than necessary.) Well, to answer you're inquiring mind, it's my very first blogger illustration! Meet the fabulous Amy from Flying a Kite.


(All images: Flying a Kite)

I've been stalking loving Amy's blog for a few years now. It's incredibly different from mine - but I still adore it. When I first stumbled on it, I read it to the very first post. (Yes, that shows just how incredible it is. And also how I really didn't have a life. But we'll ignore the latter bit.) Seriously. Visiting Amy's blog is like entering a whole new world: a world of unwavering love, and dreams, and happily ever afters. I think the word that I would attach to it is magic. And really, if magic existed in real life - or even in cyber space - Amy's blog would be its definition. She makes the world beautiful. She evokes such a dreamy energy that immediately transcends onto me whenever I visit. She makes me love the world. In fact, I would say that you can't not love the world after reading her blog, her words, her world. It puzzles me: how she, somehow, is able to create a beautiful world through the simplicity of words and photos. She must be a fairy. Or magic. Magical fairy? I don't know what I'm saying. Her blog is beautiful. Check it out! (Don't just look at the pictures. Read the words. MAGIC, I tell you.) Also, she is Canadian, shops at Value Village and is born on December 13th (my birthday!), so we're basically twins. I sound creepy.)

Close ups:

(Watercolour, Pencil, Pen&Ink.)

It was fun doing this illustration! Amy's world is so dreamy and I let it inspire me. It was splendid.

Hope you all have a Marvelous Monday! (And rest of the week!) (I just put that in brackets because it broke up the amazingly awesome alliteration (hah? see what I did there?) of "Marvelous Monday." You get it.)

xxx
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Question for today:
(Note: If you answer this, we are automatically best friends. Regardless of your answer. I'm not sure if anyone will answer this/ read the whole question. But DO. I heard it on Wiretap (my favourite radio show!) and I thought I'd give it a "go." Hypothetical questions are oodles of fun. This could be fun. It is fun. Do it.)

In long... At long last, someone invents "the dream VCR." This machine allows you to tape an entire evening's worth of your own dreams, which you can then watch at your leisure. However, the inventor of the dream VCR will only allow you to use this device of you agree to a strange caveat: When you watch your dreams, you must do so with your family and your closest friends in the same room. They get to watch your dreams along with you. And if you don't agree to this, you can't use the dream VCR. Would you still do this?

In short... If there was a VCR that could record your dreams but you were only allowed to watch the tapes with a roomful of people -- would you still choose to do this?

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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?

eggnog is icky

There are two options: 1) be bitter, be a quitter, be a “that didn’t work so I’m moving on”-er or 2) be an imaginative dreamer and pretend that business is booming more than ever! Note: I will go with the latter…

I am happy to inform you all that the Etsy business is thriving more than ever! (wink, wink!) Already featured in countless notable fashion archives (such as QUIRKY EXPLOSION), critics (such as family members) have been raving about both the beauty of this new phenomenon (such as Sibling, who enthused, “Dude, I want one. Make me one.”), as well as the unforeseen sales that have taken place (read: zero) since the unveiling only a few days ago. THRIVIN’ BRO. Anyways. Fingers crossed!

Here are some more goodies. I will personally give you a personal virtual bear-hug if you spread the word (OR EVEN BETTER, PURCHASE ONE!!!). And I’m not even a “huggy” person. This is a thsuper thspecial offer, brah. Smooches, snookums.

Click on pictures for the actual listings of bib necklaces. Or click here to check out the rest of my store!