hello world.

So I haven't posted anything in a while, have I. Hmmm. I must change this.

Let's start with some photography.

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(All pictures taken and edited by me, with the help of my mom's trusty old Nikon D50 and Picnik.)

The truth is that there is way too much going on in my life right now to even think about this blog. Not that I'm expecting things to get any less busy– school starts in less than a week. Which basically eliminates any previous notion of spare time whatsoever. Maybe someday if I could get people to read this blog, I would make the time to update it. Until then, priorities are priorities.

Recently, I've become slightly infatuated with Tumblr, mainly just because it allows you to share pictures quickly and easily, from anywhere; if I could only figure out how to use it. I guess that's another excuse for my blog infidelity. There's not much point in faithfully maintaining a blog when it might not even be the one...

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By the way, I WILL put up my Under the Sea design entries, you know, uh, as soon as.. *ahem*... I get around to making them..

THOU SHALT NOT COVET.

Hahahha. Oh, but I just can't help myself.


(Coach Poppy backpack, $498.00)

I covet. Adorable for back-to-school, no? Sigh, if only $498.00 would randomly materialize in my hand. But if $498.00 did randomly materialize in my hand, I'd be forced to put it towards my school trip to Italy. Yeah, that's right, on top of everything else I have to worry about, like school, soccer tryouts, refurbishing a camper, and getting a job, I have to worry about raising money to go to Italy. $498.00 is about how much I've raised so far- a little over 10% of what the trip costs. I have until December to earn the rest. Teehee. Until then, no Coach bags for me.

While we're on the subject of handbags...

Talenthouse just started a new creative invite, designing themed artwork for Nine West's Spring Collection to be printed on flip-flops, rainboots, shirts, and handbag linings. The themes of their spring collection are Living Color, New Military, and Under the Sea. (Okay..) I'm thinking about submitting for the last theme, something with bubbles, starfish, clams, and cute little sea horses, all the things that come to mind when I think of Under the Sea. (Probably because of that scene from The Little Mermaid, haha.)



So there's my inspiration... happy little sea creatures dancing around with bubbles galore. My interpretation will be in watercolor, with a pastel color palette, fantastical and surreal. Which is exactly how it feels to be underwater.

the little things.

Here's a bit of insight into the what I've been enjoying this summer, all the little things that make every day a little better.

I've been enjoying...

...Yard sales where everything is free! Score!


As you can see, I kidnapped a pair of canvas tennies to snazz up, a crapload of sewing patterns, and a tiara. Because you can never have too many tiaras:]



...Musty old books with faded spines and yellowed pages...


...Armchairs that have seen better days...


...random landscapes taken through car windows...


Puffy clouds, too!

This may be slightly shocking. But... I cleaned my room! Before/After:

Before:




After:


-That's not me on my bed, but my friend Abby. Playing with my dog. Haha:)


Amazing, right?? I will admit that my room was horrible before... but in my defense, those pictures were taken after I started moving stuff around, hence why my crap was all strewn about. Whenever I clean my room, it has to get worse before it can get better.

Happy Sunday!

various tidbits.

Hello there.

My day consisted of:

-Waiting for it to rain.

-Slowly but surely learning to play Clair de Lune on the piano. I'd been watching these tutorials. and was just about at bar 4 when my internet failed me. Idiot.

-Doing laundry, but being too negligent to hang it up properly.

-Transforming my once-blindingly-white unworn Keds into an artistic masterpiece with the help of a friend and a 16-pack of sharpies. They're only half done, but what is done is über cool. Tragically, my camera has been dysfunctional for about a year now, and no amount of fussing thus far has rendered it usable. Not that it's worth fussing with anyway. You can count the pixels from ten feet away. I really, really, really, really, really (really?) need a new one. But you need to see the awesomeness NOW, so grainy Photobooth pictures will have to suffice.





-And, finally, watching Awake, which is an amazing movie. Okay, I only watched it because Hayden Christensen was in it. And he was even more of a dreamboat than usual, if that were possible.




If you're unlucky enough to not know who Hayden Christensen is, he's the babe from the Star Wars prequels (but I only liked him in Episode III, because he had amazing hair until it all tragically got burned off when he turned into Darth Vader,) and Jumper, and Life As A House, and Awake... If you're pathetic and have never seen any of those movies, this is what you're missing:



Now go watch all of those movies and see how much hotter and more gorgeous he is than any photo can do him justice, and consider yourself enlightened. You're welcome.
Oh by the way, my Hayden obsession is not going away anytime soon, and some of that obsession may or may not leak out here... just saying. You might want to be prepared.

Aside from that, I have serious (serious? haha..ha..ha) matters to address concerning this blog. At the moment, it doesn't really appear to be going anywhere. Although, for the time being, I'm happy to ramble on about nothing, it'd be nice to have some specific direction to ramble towards. I was really into fashion when I was younger, and I still follow a few blogs about it. Now I dress mostly boring, though, so running a fashion blog might be kind of hypocritical, you know? Then again, it would give me incentive to put a little more thought into how I dress.

I'm giving this blog a chance to become cool and funny and artsy and interesting. But so far, it appears to be an infinite rant about my life and obsessions. I could do the whole fashion/culture thing and still go off on rants about my life and obsessions, just as long as what I post is, you know, relevant. Focusing completely on fashion would be difficult. My life would still find its way onto this blog, somehow.

Life.

To start off, I'd like to inform you that this blog is only temporary, until I can get an actual domain with my original choice of URL. My first choice of URL actually pertained to cupcakes, because cupcakes nourish the soul and provide a deep satisfaction that cannot be achieved through any other means–– not even by stroking a very bushy moustache.

Which brings us to the question of why I started this blog in the first place. Twas not because I have anything of interest to blog about, i.e. cooking, needlepoint or any particular celebrity, but, in actuality, twas because I have a lot of crap on my mind lately and I want- nay, need- to let it out. Journaling might seem like a more appropriate outlet, considering that 99.9% of what I write will likely be of little to no concern to the rest of the world.

But journals are no good. I've tried. Messy, inconsistent, time-and-labor-consuming (not particularly, but comparatively speaking.) Blogging, on the other hand, fuels my laziness. All you have to do is type your crap into a handy-dandy word-processor, hit a button, and Blogger churns it out for you in a nice, simple, professional-looking format, with cute little columns along the sides. You can even add photos. No smudges, no scribbles, no sloppy glue jobs. My alter-ego, the organized, OCD one, is very pleased about this.

Really, blogging is exactly like keeping a journal, the one and only difference being that with a blog, the fact that other people in the world will see it gives you motivation to make it look nice and not write complete rubbish. However, this motivation only exists for people who actually have a following. Then again, they gain their followings by not writing complete rubbish. Whatever, I'm confusing myself.

Maybe the real reason why I'm writing a blog is because some hidden little part of me actually has something interesting to say. More than likely, though, everything I post on this blog will be absolute rubbish.

Before I conclude, I should probably admit that I write this with a British accent. Therefore, I hope that you, the reader (if you exist,) would do me the honor of imagining the words being narrated by John Cleese, because he's everything I'm not: a tall, funny, old British man with a moustache.

Stephen Fry would do nicely, too.