And though your father's name is known, your decisions now are yours alone.

Brown leather litas, Jeffrey Campbell. Flower print jumpsuit, a gift from my best friend. Brown leather belt, Gina Tricot. Lipstick: "Fuschia" from Maybelline.

I love wearing flower prints in my garden - it's like wearing camouflage! I feel like I fit right in. And this jumpsuit truly has enough flower print to cover an entire battalion. OK, almost.

My best friend bought it for me - we always did that; when we found an item we really loved, we'd buy two. One for her, one for me. One for me, one for her.

The last few months I have been living with this couple
Yeah, you know, the kind who buy everything in doubles.
Oh, they fit together, like a puzzle
And I love their love and I am thankful 
That someone actually receives the prize that was promised 
By all those fairy tales that drugged us

---Bright Eyes, Waste of Paint 

This is not the greatest Sunday ever. My friend Jake is visiting over the weekend, which of course is awesome, but we stayed up a little bit too late last night. Watching Glee with someone who's never seen the show before is risky business - one or two or three episodes so easily turns into a full-blown Glee marathon. Combine that with two bottles of wine and some cheap but delicious pizza and you have The Most Awesome Night - but the day after, not so much. I fell asleep way past four this morning and now I'm paying the price. My head sort of feels like it's been run over by a car. Twice.

I hope your Sunday is way better than mine! I'll write you again as soon as I'm sure I won't throw up. Don't hold your breath.

If it’s your birthday, we'll bake a blue cake and then we'll eat it off these blue plates.

Transparent navy shirt and white lace bra, Monki. Denim vest, thrifted. Flower print skirt, H&M. Boots, Nilson.

I named this my True Blue-outfit, and I'm in love with it. It doesn't happen to me a lot that I feel entirely comfortable and confident in what I'm wearing, at least not when I dress up instead of down - but in this, I felt 100% myself.

Also, it rarely happens that I get the feeling that everything, from make up and hair all the way down to the shoes, is connected. That I wouldn't change one single piece because it just wouldn't be the same. 

Before I put this outfit together, I tried on another, also based around the transparent navy shirt (I bought it yesterday and I'm so happy I did!). I had on a pair of high wasted black satin American Apparel-shorts and wedges and all of the items should have looked great together... except that they didn't. I couldn't put my finger on exactly what was wrong - hey, I'm no expert, but I do know when something really isn't working - so  simply admitted defeat and started all over. And it worked! At least I think so. And to be honest, that's all that matters, since we can't all always agree... right? :)

Oh, and I'm wearing the shirt backwards. The buttons are supposed to be in the back and some weird ruffles in the front. Well that ain't gonna happen! I just cut off the lable tag and now it looks exactly like I want it. And the best thing about the sheer fabric is that there's finally a point wearing the beautiful lace underwear I'm crazy about!

Hahaha, I'm writing this in bed and my darling Biianka has been curled up at my feet for so long that I can barely even feel them anymore... In case you were wondering. Hmm.

 

I've killed myself with changes trying to make things better.

The summer of 2010 was the worst of my entire life. Just like the fall and winter of 2010 were the worst fall and winter.

But it seems like I still wore clothes. Actually, come to think of it, that's quite the comforting fact.

Apparently, I wore this:

 

 

 Cheetah print dress, Iguana Vintage Clothing Hollywood. Short blazer, H&M. Boots, Nilson.

But as for me I'm coming to the final chapter
I read all of the pages and there is still no answer
Only all that was before I know must soon come after
That is the only way it can be

So I stand in the sun
And I breathe with my lungs
Trying to spare me the weight of the truth
Saying everything you've ever seen was just a mirror
And you've spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever
And now you are laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
Wishing you were a ghost

But once you knew a girl and you named her Lover
And danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer
But autumn came, she disappeared
You can't remember where she said she was going to

But you know that she's gone 'cause she left you a song
That you don't want to sing.

Bright Eyes, "A Perfect Sonnet"