you left too soon

This post is dedicated to the rain that left before I came across this coat. I wore this coat originally on a quick trip to San Francisco, in which we attended a poetry slam. It was a show stopper to say the least. I decided on wearing it when I cam across it in my friend Murmie (née Mirium). I hyperventilated until she let me wear it. I then kept it because I knew I wanted to wear it to school. I wore it to school on a cloudy day, with a few sprinkles of rain here and there. It got me so many nice compliments. I wore it with my thrifted floral shirt, which has these beautiful blue flowers. I'll emphasize the shirt in a future post because I want to focus on the rain coat more. Excuse my right foot in the picture above, I was standing on a hill and it was defying gravity I guess.

This is obviously a couple of weeks later. My friend kept asking for the jacket back, so I had to shoot really quick. I love how it illuminates my face in a yellowish light. This day was really sunny, and I was sweating in the coat, but you gotta do what you gotta do. Murmie is jealous that everybody liked the jacket on me, and that she didn't get to wear it first.

I really like the way my face changes depending on the length of my hair. Actually, I feel like my face never looks the same. I always look really young, but I can with look fierce, derpy, or just plainly childish. I take pictures in angles that make me look the way I see myself in my mind. I mean when other people take pictures of me, I almost never like them. They really don't depict the vision I have in my mind.

My dad said I look like a banana in this coat, and I'm okay with that. I really just adore it. I think it's very classic. A yellow raincoat for a cloudy day is just such a timeless vision. It might be the color contrast, but I really like the way it makes everything more lively on a sunny day. To me it looks like the sun's aura being conveyed through a jacket. A light really does seem to follow you in this coat. I love the shape of the buttons and the pockets. It is just perfection in every aspect, and it kills me that I have to give it back (hint hint Murmie). I'm just glad I was able to wear it at least once. I felt like a variation of the Morton Salt girl.

I am from now on known as the world's flower baby

On beautiful Fridays, my friend Karinna and I wait for the bus and plan our endless NYC adventures. At the bus stop, I came across this beautiful flower and decided to care for it like it was my own. I stared at it, held it in my hand, and comforted it when it was upset. I nurtured it and and helped it become aware of how beautiful it was. I then soon realized that there were many more little flowers like this one on a nearby bush. I became amazed by new discovery. Had I discovered the lost city of El Dorado!? No, it was more than that. I had found my calling...flower nurturer. I learned a lot from these small delicate living beings. I started out by, what I though was helping them, to what I then realized was there way of enlightening me. I WAS THEIR BABY! 

 Here Karinna took pictures of me with my flower buddy. Look how adorable we look together. We match in color and cuteness. Look how I can't keep my eyes off the beautiful little flower being. I am in a trance, admiring it.

thrifted sweater, DIY collar, and thrfited pin

Now I don't know when the people at my school will finally comprehend the idea of a detachable collar. When will they understand that I am not trying to look like a stripper!? When will they understand that I can have a collar, without wearing the rest of the shirt. The collar shown here is my glitter version, which was inspired by the Miu Miu booties from F/W 12.

Now this is another controversial piece. The pin of the unknown child that I wear with pride. No people this isn't my baby picture! No people I don't know who this is! I just wear it because I feel like the soul of the child, that is trapped in the picture, accompanies me wherever I go. No I will not put a picture of myself in the pin! Who do you take me as? A narcissistic freak!? I love this child, which I don't know if to call a little a boy with an Anna Wintour cut, or a girl with an Anna Winour cut, OR MAYBE A BABY PICTURE OF ANNA HERSELF! However, I take pride in being the owner of this pin, which may have belonged to one of, if not, the most powerful woman in fashion. I also feel like a soldier with this as my badge of honor, blessed by Queen Wintour.

Behold the desert beauties of my local church. Complete with beautiful colors. 

FLOWER~ POWER~BABY~OHYEAH~

Until we meet again...

 Another summer goes by. My last summer as a high school student. My last months before college starts and I begin the next chapter. Before I continue with the sentimental things (and the cliché sentences), I would like to show you my last week of the Summer of '11. 

So my last week of  summer was supposed to be dedicated to the summer homework I didn't do the whole summer, but instead I did more things in one week then I did most of my summer. I first visited my local Catholic church (expecting it to be open, like in the movies where you can walk in whenever you want), but it wasn't open so I just went to the Lady of Guadalupe altar. It took me like 15 matches to be able to light one of the candles there. People parked near the altar where just busy looking at me waste the matches someone left for the community to use.

You know not many kids go to the altar during summer, I even doubt they go during school. (Well maybe the overachievers so they can pass their tests, but usually those are atheist and believe in science.)

The summer assassins that usually don't do much if you just throw them under your bed.

Here were the rare times I tried to annotate. I think this was taken on the Wednesday before school started. I was on page 37...

I really rather not discuss this annotation business, so I'll leave you with a quote from 1984.

That Friday I went to Niles, which is a little street in the nearby town that has a variety of antique stores. They sell from clothes, to furniture, to Nazi memorabilia. The only thing is that most of the things are really expensive (like the Miss Dior Cherie perfume bottle, EMPTY, for $6). My friend Jessenia was on the look out for a birthday present for her mom. She ended up buying some really nice rings and necklaces.

Some of the stores were marvelous (like Thyme for Tea), but others I hated (like the one that gave me a sassy look). You can really find anything your little heart desires at these antique stores. Some stuff that is so old and the modern version is worth more than the antique version (fur coats). If you have a couple of bucks to spare for some cool decoration then this is the perfect place.

This was my least favorite store because of the treatment to their customers, (aka me who got in trouble for taking this picture. lady if you don't want pictures then put up a sign or tell me WHEN YOU SEE ME HOLDING A CAMERA) but it was beautiful. It had a very nice 20's and 50's theme. There were also all these roses spread out on the furniture. I only got through 1/4 of the store when I was offended by her tone and decided to leave.

H&M shirt, shorts are thrifted.

shoes are thrifted, I call them my sunday old man shoes. The were probably some old man's sunday shoes.

Necklace F21. I really like looking at the deep blues when the sun hits them.

I tried to look kind of casual for this whole trip since I was going to be walking around a bunch of place, and then taking like 256 buses. So I dressed up like my version of a tourist, and I went around touring my neighborhood. I had loads of fun this day, and I later went back that Sunday to buy a pendant for a necklace.

The next part of my summer was spent watching the greatest show known to the man... or woman. Anyways, I started watching this show over from the beginning. I finished about 3 seasons and I really ended up wasting good annotating time. This show isn't for the immature, just because of the sex scenes, but if you look past that the show just makes you laugh (I never laugh when watching T.V. or a movie, I'm just heartless like that and don't find anything funny, except for this show though). My favorite character is Carrie (of course), but I ADORE Samantha's humor. She can basically say anything and it will have me rolling.

Another thing I did this last week was go and help the incoming Freshmen learn the secrets to high school and get acquainted with the school and it's policies. It's this group called Link Crew, and it was my first year participating in it. I really enjoyed it, but I enjoyed standing out from the crowd the most. We were given a boring shirt to wear the day of the Freshman orientation, and not only did I cut it (too much actually that I had to make completely new seams), but I painted it with acrylic paint. My group's theme was jungle/safari so I painted some of it cheetah print.

Everyone really seemed to love it, and they just loved how different it was. I mean there were some people who painted little names and paw prints on their shirt (or my friend Marissa, who was in my group, who did cheetah print, but a bigger less intricate version), but my was something completely different. Not only did the bottom half get really hard it also reeked of the paint fumes. So I was probably ditsy that whole day because I was exposed to toxic fumes the whole day.

Our theme: Jungle Fever (inspired by Watch the Throne)

As you may have noticed, I cut my hair for back to school. I cut the bottom half of the sides really short and then pointed it at the back. So it is like a mohawk but it really can't compare.

I also went to Goodwill and made the biggest, bestest discovery of my life. A CHRISTIAN DIOR SHIRT (most likely Hommes). It was just so beautiful that I had to have it (I would have been super stupid if I didn't want it because it was only $3). I don't want to post the shirt yet because I want it to make it's debut when I make an outfit post with it.

I now also present you to the pride and joy of my summer (well I took this the 2nd day of school, but I was still in summer thoughts so it counts). I got a new phone this summer. A beautiful little Blackberry Curve. I just enjoyed it even more, because I didn't have a phone for a week since my old phone broke. I didn't really miss my phone until I got my Blackberry and I don't know how I survived a week. Also this is the September issue of Vogue, which I waited forever for my last week of school. I finally gave up and bought it, because obviously Conde Nast doesn't want to deliver it to my house. I really hope I get it sometime, because I want to have a copy I can rip and cut up.

Now, I leave you with this rose bush with a promise. YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO LOVE MY SEPTEMBER POSTS. I have some ideas for what posts to do (like about 3-4), but I'm sure I will only end up doing maybe 2-3. They are all really cool, and I am so excited to share with you guys.

This next month I start the Fall season on this blog, so it is the best because I have been really inspired and I just have so many ideas. Also what is exciting is that every post has something very special to me; either because I made it or because it is one of my favorite pieces from my closet. September-November should be full of different things, that I haven't put on this blog. The whole ideas and inspirations really play a different role, and go in a different direction than my summer posts. So, if you hated prepare to eat your heart out.