STILL BETTER AND WORSE

January 27, 2009

Wise Walls Waiting For Paintings

My bedroom is miniscule. It fits my bed, my shelves (which are nailed above my bed to the wall) and my laundry basket, with a little isle that is usually occupied by discarded clothing.

In a fit of frustration and stifled creativity (dressing and other-wise) I decided to take EVERYTHING (or as much as I could) apart and re-do it tomorrow; organization-wise.

Ideally, this change will also clear my fashion-head. New surroundings, new output, yes?

Maybe my room will magically grow and make room for this:

(AUDREY MASCINA & JEREMY SANS THE SELBY)

MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE:

I'm toying with clearing out my wardrobe along with my bedroom but have to see how the day goes. I can't buy anything new so I have to pull a makeover show move and "shop in my closet".

January 26, 2009

Crime Of Passion

My procrastination is a crime. As is the time I spend on the internet. Combine the two, (and pretend that I'm a boy) and you get this:

Applying to schools is frustrating and extremely costly.

Later: 3SCHOLASTICREFERENCES??? I'VEBEENOUTOFSCHOOLFORAYEARANDONEOFMYTEACHERSISTHEPROGRAMDIRECTORFORANOTHESCHOOLI'MAPPLYINGTOWHATAMIGONNADOOMG.

January 25, 2009

A Revelation Of Sorts

"' IT'S ALWAYS NICE TO FLIRT WITH SOMETHING WHEN YOU ARE OUT THERE IN NICE AND COMFORTABLE LAND.' FASHION FLIRTS WITH DEVIANCY TO ASSIMILATE IT, OR...TO SUPERFICIALISE IT"

from The Beautiful Fall by Alicia Drake (p 247)

I don't know why or what it is but all of a sudden I kind of want one of these fur coats. The shorter, yet bigger, blonder late-60s/disco 70s kind of style. In a lighter-coloured (vintage) fur. Part of me thinks it would look good with my dark hair the rest of me is screaming that I just want it because it is trendy and that a year from now I won't wear it. A year from now I'll think it's just too big and too short and doesn't work with my soon-to-come non-wardrobe of actual colour as opposed to all black. What if a year from now (or months from now) I'm wearing wider-legged jeans? Or the whole late-60s Edie look sinks back into its manhole and I'm left with this big poufy thing and a pile of regret to match?

What if it just makes my hair look even bigger?

Many what-ifs to examine what exactly it is that makes one want. You know? That makes you see something once and roll your eyes, see it again and sort of catch your eye in the mirror and then see it a third time and let the consideration creep into your head. What is it that convinces us that the look that once caused a snarky remark is something to seriously consider and, eventually, buy into?