a tricolor trek

elephant bracelet: gift made by my mom

shirt & the most amazing fringe vest: F21

cute little black shoes: christmas gift

belt & shorts: thrift store

scarf: citywear?

         There is some kind of happiness that only children's books can bring. It is a happiness that allows you to run around barefooted in the mud. It's the happy feeling you get when believing in stories about dangerous adventures and unstoppable villains. A feeling so lovely to feel, yet so easy to let go of. Growing up, I think we sort of put that feeling away in some cobwebbed drawer, but it always escapes. We used to never think twice about acting silly or dressing funky or rolling in the grass. We followed our heart, instead of thinking of logic. Even though sometimes the last thing we want to be though as is children, we will always be children. Even after I graduate high school, go to university and get a job, I'll probably still read children's books and watch Lizzie McGuire.  I'll jump around like the little monster I once was and still am. When I am 64, I'll dress like a loon and say tongue twisters and join the adventures I always wished to be in.

          I've begun to read the Mysterious Benedict Society series, a book series about a group of 4 intelligent/clever children who, you know, sorta save the world. I think I might be a wee bit out of the age group this books where written for, but the kids are just so incredibly kickass that they inspire me to be a little badass myself. At their age, I was probably too busy obsessing over Troy Bolton's body. I might have not being as awesome as them, but who's to say that knowing ALL of the High School Musical song lyrics isn't just as cool?

          I found the fringed vest in a clearance pile in forever 21, and I love it so soo much. I've never been much of a vest-ial woman, but it is super cute. When I make a sudden turn, the fringe goes wild, and if I decide to start running, the fringe just sways along. Plus, it makes me feel like a good ol' cowgirl from the good ol' west. It's goofy clothing like this that just make me smile. Looking like I was dressed by a looney kid makes my day.

Grooving with some energy

dress & belt: f21

blue loafers/ cheetah bootays: l.a.

cube bag: thrifted

scarf: sister's (italy)

metal belt: a gift from nana

                    As a girl who enjoys taking a challenge and long walks on the beach, I decided to try out something that I'd mentally put on my shitlist before: scarfs. Trust me, I didn't hate this accesory 'cause "it's sooooo trendy". I hated scarves because I felt like the sluggiest of turtles in them, but oh my goodness, do you know how WARM & COZY they can be? I have not the slightest idea how my neck has survived the cold weather without these colorful babies. Since I am an über intelligent human being, I wore this dress in the windiest, frostbittiest day of the week; however, this trusty scarf saved my poor neck from being snapped of like a frozen twig. I still think I look like a neckless beast, but I had so much fun playing around with the scarf that they've begun to grow on me.Not only did I use it to keep my neck all comfy, my friends and I also snuggled under it during a freezing bus ride. Laid out, the colorful babe resembles more a personal blanket than a scarf; I'll never suffer a winter again. Did you know you can practically create anything with a big enough scarf? Wrap dress, skirt, bag, cape? You got it!

                   Moving on from the scarf-related goodies, I am enjoying my devotion to the world of color. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), my closet is quite literally 7/12 black, but this only motivates me to integrate color into my daily life even more. My fingers are itching to try to sew a transparent orange bag that hasn't escaped my mind since summer. This is surprising because I've been under a "lyf sucks, let's watch NCIS and Bones instead" spell lately, but I am glad to have the creativity hunger back in my system. As a result of my color crave, I spent last night drawing and watching Horton Hears a Who. Ohmygoodness, the color and furriness of the movie has put me in a beautiful speck of a trance. So I drew and drew until I realized I was just drawing a bunch of rainbow girls with cotton candy for hair. I think I've watched too much movies, Marie Antoinette and Horton Hears a Who have left a delightful dent in the right-side of my brain. Or Maybe my subconcious is trying to tell me to dye my hair completely blue and style into something big enough to smuggle goods under?

If you wish for a surpirse that may or may not cause you to groove along, please press play.

*the background city picture is from National Geographic November 2002

So good, so good, I got you

bracelets & ring: bedroom floor,

skirt: thrifted,

belt: sister's,

shirt: f21

                     Despite the lowering temperatures and cloudy skies, I seek the beauty of color everywhere. It seems as if I should be wrapped in layers of gray and black, but my mind craves a shot at the color wheel. I didn't use to see colors as a thing to embrace, yet lately all I want to do is find the perfect orange bag. Or perfect lime green loafers. Or colorful anything. Seriously, all I want is some color in my life. I am so used to dressing like an amateur spy all the time, and even though I am too attached to black to completely rule it out of my life, I decided that I will give dressing like a loon a go. Plus, has anybody noticed that when you wear bright-ass colors you are kind of forced to feeel happier? Fer real, it is impossible to frown if you are wearing chartreuse shorts or a neon watch. By looking at upbeat colors, you are filled with the giddyness normally caused by dancing in your undies to this. 

                    Is there a job where you can spend your days are surrounded by funky colors? Maybe I should be a nail polish technician. Or a pink llama-unicorn?

                   

In your pants

 Look at the tiny metal horse. I was never one to ride horses (imagine short me falling off of those moving, pooping skycrapers they call horses), but this creature and its weird dog tail had me at $1.50.

An oversized, black hat can make anybody feel like Lydia Deetz, which is why I practiced my faux-photographical poses.

Knitted shirt: swap meet

Old lady pants: thrift store

Holographic eye glasses: downtown l.a.

Belt and adorable horse knecklace: forever 21

               The sensation of pants covering my legs has become foreign to me. Wearing skirts and shorts even during the most insufferable weather has been my own little (dumb) rebellion for so long that people are genuinely surprised when I wear pants. I only have around 2 pairs of pants that I really like wearing, and those    have been worn for so long that their death is not too far away. You know what that means? I must devote my days to finding (or creating) pants that will be so awesome I will want to wear them from sleep to school to weddings and Hollywood parties other casual occasions. Yep, they will be THAT awesome. Are leather pants too cool? 

               In the probable case of a failed mission, I will just have to get used to a future full of funky tights and flowing skirts, which, to tell you the truth, sounds fine by me. I have no problem living the bare-legged life, but if I do end up with one marvelous pair, I'll probably throw a one-woman celebration party in my room.

Galileo, Figaro, Magnificoooo

Am I the only one who wishes to send love letters to Freddie Mercury and send cat clocks to him?

Skirt: crudely sewn by me

Butterfly shirt: Forever 21

Star Wars Belt: thrifted

Various Braceletd: found in bedroom floor

                  There's two things life (among many others) that I am obsessed with: Freddie Mercury and geeky accesories/clothing. The Star Wars belt, as seen previously on other posts, is just the beginning to my ever-growing collection of "nerdy" objects in my life. If I see something remotely geeky and adorable ( AND CHEAP) at the thrift store, I fall in love with it and tell it a bedtime story. Well, maybe not to that extent, but let's just say I become quite attached to it. So attached in fact that it is possible that I wear the object in question every weekend until it breaks. Yeah, my beloved belt broke and now I am here to mourn it. But that's a thing of the past, let's focus on the true point to this belated post: Freddie Mercury, the man of my dreams.

                  Freddie's birthday was some 2 weeks ago, and I had a post all planned out, but never got around to posting it,because, to put it bluntly, it sucked. It didn't really express what I've been wanting to write about him, and it bothered me because that often happens in my post. My mind comes up with the most brilliant thoughts and phrases, but, once my fingers hit the keyboard, my sentences resemble the ones an overcaffeinated kindergardner might come up with. Basically, what I wanted to say is Freddie is a huge inspiration to me and I seriosuly love the man. No need for well-structured sentences or big words to express how much inspiration I draw from him and his tight-one suits.

If I murder my alarm clock, will I get put into a time prison?

 An accurate picture of how I look most days before (and during) school.

Let's pretend I actually look like some eccentric model instead of the pubescent little weirdo that I am.

Loong Shirt: Diy-ed by me

Star Wars Belt: Thrift Store (Where else?)

Awesome T-Strap Flats: downtown l.a.

Freaky Drunk glasses: Dollar tree

Clock bag: Stupidiotic

                 Have you ever woken up in the wee hours of the morn with a huge desire to go on a DIY rampage? The other morning, I decided that spending my morning time destroying a gigantic shirt was more productive than digging in the pile of clothes for an hour or so. Plus, I felt like being a lazy student that day, and had no energy to look for something more "put-together". (I also happen to immensely love cutting up enormous men shirts.) It's quite hard to see from the pictures, but the shirt's basically got a square cut-out down the front with sheer fabric covering it and squared studs lining its pocket (the shirt has a pocket, isn't that dandy?)
                   . Do any of you have those lazy days where all you want to do is stay at home and just read or do something extremely boring? Now that I am back in school, I wish I'd slept some more during the vacations. I think I hate mornings more than ever. At least there's crack of dawn doses of diy-ing to keep me alive....

a jolly green hobbit

bag: Aldo's tag? sister's. only used for photographic purposes 

Shirt: l.a

shorts: thrift store

belt: beautiful present from nana

bracelets: borrowed

rings: F21 & belt loop

                     Belts, what a beautiful creation, nein? According to the ever trusty Wikipedia page, the belt's primary purpose was for decorative reasons. Cinching of the waist was very hip even back in the military days of the first World War. They served as a fashion statement AND were useful as well. Exactly the same reason  I have been using the chained, golden belt almost every day for the past three weeks. My beautilful nana found it while thrifting, but, once she saw my gleaming eyes gaze longingly at it, she gifted it to me. Family, is by far, one of the best things in life. Especially if said family members enjoy thrifting as much as you do. I am a devoted belt-lover, and thoroughly enjoy discovering 1 dollar, glitterful ones. Any kind of belt is the best, especially those bottle-cap ones the hippies in the park sell.

                        I hadn't realized how festive and Christmas-y I looked until one of my friends pointed out the jolly factor of my outfit. Seriously, I didn't trealize how green this "teal" shirt actually is, but that's allright cause it matches my hair. And who doesn't love looking absolutely merry in the middle of summer?

I am such a cow. *

Pink Floyd Shirt: thifted

Mooo Skirt ( Does my high level of maturity surprise?): Self-made

  

             Hallo, fellow humans and the like. Isn't it a marvelous thing, this goofing around with clothes business? Why must we take clothes so seriously, when it is by far more fun to twirl around, laughing uncontrollably over how ridiculous your skirt looks. Or pants, I fully support the notion of funky pants, too. I am so incredibly used to sticking to my safe side and just wearing dark clothes that today I decided to slowly come a wee bit out of my secure farmhouse and wear one of my favorites skirt in this vast world. Yeah, I know my outfit isn't very revolutionary or anything, but, goddess, does this skirt make me smile. I feel as if I am part of this big hilarious joke in which my skirt is the pun. Like I have no need to take everything, as I usually do, so seriously. I took the bus to visit family today, and some people gave me funny stares, but it was all allright, because I was too busy eating grass to really milk the situation over. I guess not taking clothes and trends and whatnot for granted is what I like about "fashion". You just sort of go with what feels right to you. Whether you chose something because it gives you the giggles or you are channeling some grooving vibes, doesn't matter, you still somewhat mesh a little bit of you with something so simple as fabric.       ( I might have gone too scissor-happy when cutting the skirt,though.)

*Is it a little dorky to admit that I wore that skirt to make cow-related funnies?

Mischief Managed

Shirt: DIY (lots of bleach and  iron-on paper transfers)

Tights: Swap-Meet

Sparkly Black Shoes (not shown): Randon Strip Store

                      Does it seem as if Harry Potter is everywhere nowadays, or is it only me? Harry Potter is, to use Ron's choice of word, "brilliant". In a lone corner in a yardsale, I found a book that would forever make an impact on my young life; it's name was Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. I knew of the movies of course, but had absolutely no idea how much of a thrill this book would bring to my life. It didn't matter that my English wasn't the greatest; the book sucked me right into the middle of perilous adventures one can only imagine of. I befriended the characters, learned from the lessons, hexed the evil, and cried* as the characters I loved were snatched away from me and the "Golden Trio".Book by book, I discovered secrets about the mysteries and myself. Who would I be now if I hadn't solemnly sworn to be up to no good with Gred and Feorge and follow in the (bare) footsteps of a dreamy, raddish-earringed Luna? Ron, Hermione, and Harry are one of my closest friends. It bothers me that people have suddenly gone all "oh, it's the end. This is it, Harry no more", for the stories and adventures will always be there for us, captured in the cracked spines of tear-streaked books and scratched DVDs.

*I actually cried. Fer real, yo. Tonight in the midnight viewing, I did quite the amount of silent crying that my (HARRY POTTER SPECS) 3D glasses got a bit streaky. I hate it when people, fictional or non-fictional, die. Contrary to "popular" (read: tumblr) belief, my tears weren't caused by the so-called "end" of Harry Potter: they were running down my cheeks cause--------------- I won't say why because I loathe it when people go ahead and spoil the movie for others.

What time is it?

 Time to pretend I'm a glittery, poofy fish.

Dress: Mother's F21

Glitter, Glitter Skirt; Handmade Gift  From Nana

                     Hey, everybody, IT'S SUMMER. Just in case you hadn't noticed the tortorous heat or sunburnt bodies, I am here to give you the unofficial official welcome. Okay, so a couple of weeks might have passed since summer really begun, but I've been so deep into my "lazing-around-the-house" mode that I rarely notice when the sun sets because I am barely ressurecting from my slumber by that time. Oh god, I sound like the world's best-performing sloth, but SLEEP IS PRECIOUS, and I don't get enough of it during the school year so it's all cool, pals. 

                     Apart from sleeping and stalking the interwebz, I've been wondering about the meaning of life. No, not really. I've been thinking about bursting through my little bubble of "comfort and giving a care as to what everybody else thinks". So I dressed as a wanna-be mermaid. Or a humanoid fish. Yeah, not my most covincing get-up, but, as a kid, did you ever wanted be a mermaid (or merman) and be able to swim for hours without surfacing for a breath of air? Pretending to be magical creatures was by far one of the best parts of my childhood. That and Disneyland trips and Tamgotchis. Maybe thats why I am so moody as a teenager. I no longer play around with the idea of becoming myself, and instead prefer to play the ever-boring game of "Going With the Flow". I might not who my self really is, but maybe a few more round of funky dress-ups will help define a smaller part of me: my style (or lack of style). Or I could bop from character to character, trying out different versions of myself. After all, why must we define everything?

                  ( For now, I will just be happy with wearing shiny blue skirts. Glittery fabrics and glitter in general are my personal source of happiness. I spent so much of my time prancing around in all black outfits that when I see clashing colors, mesmerizing prints, and spurts of glitter, I go berserk. The ecstatic, jolly type of berserk, not the trigger-happy manic one.)

Hyperventilation is expected.

         Have you ever encountered that wild feeling that comes with finding something you know is absolutely perfect for you? Like a love-at-first-sight type of euphoria, except less cheesy because it's just such an awesome little thing. Some might say getting excited over clothes and the like to be a bit materialistic, but I NEED THIS MATERIAL IN MY LIFE. 

Sure, a different color would be fantastic, but, I like love them so much that their angel color would suffice.* 

        
       Alas, this Jeremy Scott for Adidas beauty is no longer. Sold out, or something. I'll probably go sit under my desk now, but no worries. It's not like my dreams of being Hermes for a day were crushed or anything. Nothing major. But you know what this brutal kick to my dreams means? DIY-ification to cure the soul.

I am not sure where this is from, but if you know, help,? Please?

         Do these colors amaze or do they amaze? I bet wearing them are equally exciting as having squids partying on your feet, which is completely the case. Gold glitter bounceas at your every step, leaving a trail of glitter crumbs for fellow partying-squid-shoes wearers to follow. Why am I wasting my days on the internets and not pursuing my aspiration to become a shoemaker (cobbler? cordwainer?)?


*My family believes the Hermes shoes to be quite ugly. I mean if they were black or cream or pale pink or some other color watching my limited wardrobe, they would be even godlier than they already are.

Cue the soundtrack music and hit play.

Perhaps the geekiest poster in my room. Apart from the Harry Potter ones... and my "school achievement" garb.

Hai, Dirty Room.

Hai, Harrison.

Shirt: Own

Sailor Skirt: F21

Tailored "Beetlejuice" Jacket: Downtown L.A.

Glitter Flats: Target Sale

Ribbon Thingie: er, Walmart?

Flower Purse: DIY ☺

                        Perhaps I've never mentioned it before, but, I am quite the rebel around here. My badass qualities are too numerous include in a single blog post, but among the shenanigans I'm up to as of current include: spray painting (purse and shoes), sleeping at 4 am (reading books), and watching horror films (read: sleeping through Hannibal). You should be terrified of me, or you run the risk of being glittered down to the floor by my ultraviolet eyes (I need glasses). Okay, so I might be more of a DIY geek than a "Rebel Without A Cause", but it doesn't matter 'cause I DID SOMETHING TOTALLY PRODUCTIVE AND NON-SLOTH-LIKE. The pain of the summer that hasn't even started was quickly transforming me into some sort of tan puddle of pure boredom, so I pleaded my mother for some cans of paint to put me out of the forsaken misery. Long story short, I found an old, ripping, flower-shaped jewelry box and sprayed the color out of that thing, thus providing me with the accessory I am now sure I can't live without. I mean, it's black and flower shaped!

                        I will carry on the will to DIY, for I have fond many things in the intra webs I am diying to try (see what I did thurrr?). Like painting my very own fake Docs'cause I have absolutely no cash to invest in an original pair. Or making a beautiful heart bag out of latex and wire, like the one I've drooled over in the Nanny.

Zzzzz...

Black Dress & Lace Socks: F21

Uneven Chiffon Skirt: Self-Made

Black "Sash": Just Fabric

Clunky Shoes & Magnifying Necklace: Yard Sale

"Ballerina" Thingie On My Leg: Just Ribbon

            On a galaxy far, far away, there lived a girl who dreamed of black seas and walked to the rhythm of Queen. The girl, a gloomy one, knew not a way to celebrate her freedom, so she embarked, yet again, in an obscure and perilous adventure. She would dress up as a grandmoter-ly Dementor, it was decided, and she would photograph the experience like the fool she knew she was. The sad, little fellow lived in a dimension where ancient Greek goddesses would trade their pristine, white dresses to embody darkened robes of desolation. That little girl, who was quite not so little, followed Mary Mack's footsteps by dressing in black. She believed in all colors, but all other clothes were in the wash.

Gah, all year long, I waited for this vacation, and, now that it has arrived, I have no idea what to do. Starting Today, I will try to fill my lengthy days with the wonders of glitter, spray paint, and DIY.

Your hair is sexy.

 

Is it nanananana or nananananananananana?

Pleather Shorts: F21

"Conversation Satrter" Clock Bag: Stupidiotic

Shirt: Krystel-made

Dotted Tights: Swap Meet

Wannabe Ballet Shoes: H&M(I did the ribbon thing)

         WARNING: Includes the mention of school, which is known to cause various diseases in the state of California. Consult Doctor before reading.

        

              I am terribly glad to say that in about 2 days my middle school career will become a thing of the past,and will only be acknowledged in the cases I seek to embarrass myself. Meagan is beyond being right on the following: we, the students who've spent plenty of their years smelling decomposing socks in P.E.locker rooms infested with teenage bodies, are not given the entertainment movies and Hollywood promised us. Due to budget cuts, my 8th grade "graduation" was held in the overflowing, sweltering gym, resulting in many of the invited parents to sorta chill at the outsides of the gym cause they couldn't fit. Gym temperatures aside, it was quite lovely, for it was not the ceremony place that gave this graduation business a meaning. It was the fact that we'd accomplished something: getting the hell out. Joking with you guys.... It might have not been this fancy thing, but the fact that our teachers cared for us to give us the ceremony our three years of hard work deserved is thoroughly appreciated. I really like my teachers because (I have no idea how they do this), but they manage to talk about things like atoms, the Constitution, and careers in a way that we can truly relate to and take interest in. It's not the good ol' open up to page 342 and answer the questions. It's interacting with one another in ways that will make sure you remember the shit by the final tests. Saying this with great sincerity, I enjoy the pleasure knowledge and learning offers. Call me a nerd, but I truly do.

         

          Anywho, as our trip, we went to Knotts Berry Farm, and had loads of throat-killing screaming fun. I even made a batman shirt in honor of the experience. Ahem, Not really. I wore this precious garment because my best friend is one of the victims of the Batman Bug, and it was decided that we would parade through the Knotts park in all our Batman glory. I am not much a Bat-lady, seeing as how I am one to choose busting moves to the Doctor Who theme song over the heroes, but I safety-pinned the logo onto a shirt I'd sewn in the wee hours of the morn 'cause I love my best friend. AND THE LOGO GLOWED IN THE DARK!!!

Let us never sleep.

Having spent so many hours trapped in the consuming abilities of projects, it is only expected for me to get inspired by what I believe where my best efforts in art class this year. The bead-thing (crappy recreation of Larry Fuente's original work) above is actually just a shot of an entire bow bedazzled with hundreds of beads my gnarled, quivering hands struggled to hot glue in place. In my case, I am always either black and white or some sort of light pink color, and i have gotten to the stage where I cannot take any more black clothing in my body. Krystel needs color. The beast within her craves it like a dragon craves its freedom. She must unleash the ecstatic color explosion going off inside her and create some majestic rainbow creation. No more hiding behind minimalist colors, she screams, fury tinging her shrill cords. Color is to be sought and searched throughout every corner of the kingdom, she demands. FOR NARNIAAAAA!

(oh bejeebis, just ignore that lame bit up there, please? I'm running on this fuel I call "I-Haven't-Gone-To-sleep-In-Two-Days X1233NJ")

Forget my frizzin' side fro of a hairstyle, let's admire my chipping nail polish. It lasted a total of 2 days without a single chip; I am deeply proud of this accomplishment.

Behold the bag that erupted the Color flame deep within me.

        One lonely school day, I almost tripped and fell flat on my ass while walking to class, like any other day on my routine weeks of school-going. Tripping and making a fool of myself wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but what I found because of it was. I. Found. A. Dirt-Encrusted. Smiley. Pin. From that discovery, my day had been predicted by the Smiling Gods of Smiley Land to soar and bring smiles upon the smile-less me. Yeah, the pin looked more like a battered button than those nice shiny pins I imagine the the hippest of Hippies sporting, but, hey, it was free. Ever since that exceptional encounter with the pin, I've set my eyes upon on everything that contains smiles. Searching through clothing and images with smiling people sortagives me the creeps, I have no idea why, so I channeled (hate the fugging* word) this, er, whatchamacallit, happy vibe-y energy into the colors I only seem to wear in my head. But that will stop from now on, for I have vowed to follow the colorful path of daisies into the Unicorn meadows of --- Shit, I'll stop this now cause I sound like those "Don't Be Depressed" posters with the images of creepy smiling families. Just to make it clear, I just want a smiley bag, not a "Do Your Work and Succceed" campaign in teacher's rooms.

*An Abundance of Katherines, anyone?