I'm Still Listening to Bluegrass

Today (technically yesterday, because, again, it's after midnight), I made my mom take me to the Bargain Box in our town so I could drop off clothes and such with her. However, I was really trying to 1. procrastinate working on that dress I'm designing/sewing and 2. see if there were any awesome clothes that old people have left behind for me to miraculously unearth. And I was successful!
I'll upload pictures later, sometime, hopefully, maybe. My favorites would have to be this pink.. Thing. It's like a blouse of some sort? I have no idea. It's indescribable, truly, but I'll attempt. It's pale pink with an embroidery texture thing going on, and it's slightly shiny and made out of some mystery synthetic materials. I honestly can't tell what decade it could have been from. My other favorite was an unassuming pale blue skirt that I picked up just because I like skirts. It's slightly stretchy and A LOT shorter than I thought it would be, but I super love it. Anywho, those were my favorites, but I got a couple of other things.
Also, in going there for selfish reasons, I also picked up a volunteer job! Which I'm actually kind of stoked about, since I don't have a real person job. Also, the library doesn't take volunteers. *sigh* But yeah, the lady said she'd call me if she needed help, and since she won't pay me I can take whatever clothes I like. Not gonna lie, this sounds like a pretty good deal for me.

I promise that I'll have something interesting to say later! And probably pictures! :)

Photo Barf Blehhh

So these are some of the pictures Meghan and I took of each other yesterday! Or rather, two days ago, since it's past midnight. I didn't upload any of the really bad ones, however, neither of us are particularly skilled with a camera. Sorry.

We were going for a "mystical good fairies playing in the gardens/basements of pretty places" and I'd say we sort of achieved it. However, I've worn the same outfit that my friend Meghan (with the red hair) is wearing to go places, minus the petticoat, so I guess it's not TOO fairy-ish.

Anywho, I don't have too much to say, because I'm super tired, so I'll wrap this up. All of the clothes are mine, and all of the pictures were taken at my house by either Meghan or me. I already credited my clothes in my last post, but I added some pink socks that I found in my room and some fake pearl necklaces from a secondhand store. Meghan's clothes - Dress: JC Penney's, sweater/cardigan thing: Vanity maybe? I'm not sure. Pearls (fake) and shoes: La-Dee-Da, petticoat: my mom made it.

I Have Been Listening to Bluegrass for Three Days

I actually looked super cute today, so I thought I'd share. I didn't really have much to do today, or really anything to wear a dress for, so I made my own reason. My dear friend Meghan (and now my sister-in-law! woo!) came over, we wore pretty, mildly fairy-ish outfits and took pictures of each other. I'll upload some of those pics later, I'm too lazy right now.My face. The camera flash made everything look really shiny, but, like, in a good way. I guess? Haha

Those are my new favorite pair of boots, and OMG I wish you could see them in better detail. They are just so cool. Plus the chunky heel makes them pretty comfortable.I couldn't resist another picture of these beautiful shoes! (Also a wonderful picture of how messy my room is. If you have particularly good eyes, you'll notice a Yu-Gi-Oh card.) Everything about them should be kind of ugly, but it all comes together to make... this. And it's awesome. They remind me of like, some misguided girl wandering around small town rural America, asking a ruggedly handsome man on a motorcycle for a ride, and leaving home on a chopper to go to L.A. or something like that. Not that *cough cough* I would ever think of such things.

Seriously, though, I have a (very cute) guy friend who listens to bluegrass pretty much all the time. I really enjoy it whenever we listen to it, so being the awesome person that I am, I made a bluegrass radio station on my Pandora. Some of it is very cheesy and silly, but a lot of it is super cool. The violin playing is intense! It makes me wish that I still played it. Anywho, my favorite song by far is "Jolene" by Rhonda Vincent And The Rage. Mucho bueno.

Oh I suppose I'm supposed to say where I got my clothes now? Cardigan: Thrift/vintage store called La-Dee-Da; Dress: some other secondhand store; Tank top: Maurices; Tights: found them in my dresser.. Boots: La-Dee-Da

My Mom Swears in German

Today, I realized that I have approximately one week, starting today which is pretty much over, to design, cut, and sew a dress. Fortunately the dress I had in mind wasn't terribly complicated, although I've never designed a top that was so structured. Pictures woo!

It's not terribly complex, or anything, but you get the idea. It's a V-neck sleeveless sundress with a stuctured top and partially fitted A-line skirt. (Look at me using fancy words like I know what I'm talking about.)

I do all of my patterns on muslin first. (cough cough I totally didn't learn about that from watching Project Runway cough cough)

I promise I'm not actually licking it. It just totally looks like I am. Also, my face looks a bit weird, so ignore that part.

Anywho, let's hope I get that bad boy done pretty soon! So here's what's on my mind right now. There's this thing called Jerusalem Syndrome. It's where people go and visit Jerusalem and like, lose their marbles. They put on togas, babble in tongues, preach the gospel, pretend to be the Messiah and whatnot. It afflicts people of various religious backgrounds and cultures. To quote the Wikipedia (always a reliable source haha) article: "The Jerusalem syndrome is a group of mental phenomena involving the presence of either religiously themed obsessive ideas, delusions or other psychosis-like experiences that are triggered by a visit to the city of Jerusalem... a person who seems previously stable and devoid of any signs of pschyopathology becomes psychotic after arriving in Jerusalem."

Doesn't it make you wanna flip your lid?? Haha that was probably insensitive or something somehow.

Ok, so the article does go on to dispute the possible validity of Jerusalem syndrome being a specific mania particular only to Jerusalem, and the syndrome as a whole, but still. How whack is it that a city could cause such hysteria? If you're the curious type, I completely suggest perusing that Wikipedia article a bit.

P.s. My mom does swear in German sometimes. It's kind of funny, that's really the only German she knows.

I Know You Want to Look at My Feet

So, I was talking to my dad about some of the fashion blogs I read, and why I like them. I honestly have no idea why he was with me while I was reading fashion blogs, but anywho, we were talking, and he told me that I should do a fashion blog. I played it all cool, like, Oh yeah, pshh I guess I've never really thought about it except like all the time and I wish I could do that do you think I'd be able to I mean yeah that's a neat idea. But seriously. When your DAD says you should make a fashion blog, it makes you think.

Not that I would. I live in a rural Midwest town. Anything fashion-wise gets to my town about two years late. My dad, being the funny person that he is, suggested I call it "Fashion Isolation." It's fitting. But still, I dunno. I might edge towards fashion-y with nerdy tidbits and boy rantings at normal intervals.

Anywho, picture time! Just because. :)

Sorry for the funny curled-up toes. I wasn't really prepared for when the butterfly opened it's wings... So my toes were in this strange position.

These are the shoes that I love and that my mother hates. Honestly, they're a bit tacky, but still. Who doesn't love red patent-leather five inch heels with a platform? Oh, right, my mother. That's who.

You know I actually have a list of things I want to do this summer? I'm just that cool. Hopefully I get around to doing it! Everyone always has this idealized version of the summer, eating pizza with friends, cruising around late at night for no reason, sleeping in, going to the pool, getting tan, doing awesomely adventuresome things, that sort of stuff. You insist to your best friend that "This will be the best summer, I swear!" and you vow to make plans and do stuff and just cause trouble in general. You smile and have a pinky promise that you'll be super cool and epic this summer and meet a boy and blah blah blah. But basically, if you're me, you spend a lot of time doing stuff for your parents, working on geology related projects (I have stories for later), reading books, and all around not having opportunities to hang out because your friends are working or on vacation, or you're busy or out of town.

This is what summer looks like to me. :) I'm still hoping for bonfires and picnics with my friends, and summer camps crushing on boys.

Kashmir

Due to the fact that I have exactly zero readers (after how long have I been doing this?) I don't feel too guilty about not posting lately. However some major developments have ocurred, and since I wouldn't want you non-existant readers to feel left out, I'll update you.

1. One of my best friends started dating the guy I really liked.
2. I saw Les Miserables! Like, the Broadway performance. Oh, my goodness, it was seriously mind-blowing.
3. Summer has started! Lykk zomg lawlz!!1!
4. My brother Hunter got married!

Obviously, if these are the only important things in my life, I am sorely lacking in adventure and excitement. Which is true. I AM lacking in adventure and excitement. But it's only because I'm trying to behave myself and be a good kid, that sort of nonsense.
Now, if I ignored the whole Congressman Weiner scandal, I would be refusing an amazing opportunity. As such, I feel like I should enlighten you on all the terrible puns my family and I have come up with. The story about Weiner just keeps getting longer and longer! Longer and harder to believe. He might have to pull out of the public eye for a while. Do you think he'll have electile-dysfunction now? After all, the media was pretty hard on him.
That's all for now! (I truly am sorry about those inappopriate puns, it's just too hard to resist.)