Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
ghostgirl
I saw this post an aesthetic feast, and decided to try and Galliano-myself for fun, while home alone on a rainy day. The inspiration is John Galliano Fall/Winter 2009 collection. I started out kind of following her steps, but ended up just doing my own thing completely, as I am bad at following instructions and have none of the make-up she used anyway. It was fun. Of course, my make-up collection is not big enough and especially not stocked on enough silver/glittery/white stuff to come close to the Galliano masterpieces...nor am I skilled or practice enough to do it, but I liked looking like a creepy doll enough to put on a make-shift sheer white blouse and put together a headband with a few pretty things I had laying around, a safety pin and some bobby pins...just so I could take stupid pictures with my macbook.
Friday, June 25, 2010
mew mew power.
I'm at Miami Children's Hospital, sitting next to my baby sister. Yesterday, her surgery went very well and she has thus far been recovering at a very rapid pace. I love her so, so much. And though I knew everything would be fine, it is still so amazing to see her here, looking like she does, after what she went through yesterday. We're watching the Hannah Montana movie, getting past the occasional throwing up, and trying not to make her laugh/smile because it hurts too much...but mostly we, Lindsey and I, are just ecstatic with how strong she is and glancing over at her with admiration every few seconds.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
rodarte summer
aaand, i neeed these:
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
five things
Five things you will find if you open my bag:
1. heart shaped sunglasses
2. mini floral print notebook, gridded inside
3. pink marvy le pen
4. tokidoki lipgloss in strawberry latte
5. hello kitty wallet(and likely another trinket or two of sorts)
Five things in my bedroom:
1. books
2. trinkets
3. paint&pencils
4. kafka
5. dresses
Five things I’ve always wanted to do in my life:
1. make all of my clothes
2. learn to speak cat
3. build a dollhouse from scratch
4. own a strawberry, or flower, or something farm with baby sheeps and cows and chicks
5. travel lotz with my lover
Five things that make me very happy:
1. how well my thesis is turning out*
2. making jewelry
3. fixing anything that I break
4. reading
5. pastries
Five things I’m currently into:
1. sixties girl groups
2. cranberry juice
3. creme brulee ice cream
4. fresh flowers
5. creating
Five things on my to-do list:
1. steeping
2. sweeping
3. sleeping
4. swimming
5. sewing
Five things some people may or may not know about me:
1. I rarely shave my legs, because the hair is soft and blonde and barely visible, so it seems pointless
2. I drink tea every single day, several times a day
3. I prefer wildflower honey above all other honeys, and prefer honey to sugar, but real sugar to any fake sugar, blech!
4. I pray all the time, sometimes just to things, the earth, the stars, the saints, a feeling, some unknown deity
5. I am not religious and do not belong to any spiritual following at all, I am just very superstitious.
survey stolen from nap
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
june second
vanilla scone
mint green tea
raspberries, cranberries
lace the color of a creampuff
little flowers
tiny kittens
pink bows
music notes
shimmering
grey clouds
blue rain
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
siren song
would like to learn: the song
that is irresistible:
the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see beached skulls
the song nobody knows
because anyone who had heard it
is dead, and the others can’t remember.
Shall I tell you the secret
and if I do, will you get me
out of this bird suit?
I don’t enjoy it here
squatting on this island
looking picturesque and mythical
with these two feathery maniacs,
I don’t enjoy singing
this trio, fatal and valuable.
I will tell the secret to you,
to you, only to you.
Come closer. This song
is a cry for help: Help me!
Only you, only you can,
you are unique
at last. Alas
it is a boring song
but it works every time.
MARGARET ATWOOD