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?