Times a wastin'

Sorry it's been a while. Training for my summer job has kept me busy, however it hasn't kept me away from chictopia.com! Haha. So I decided I'm going to a liberal arts school this fall and majoring in art. I'm excited to follow my passions! Thank you to all that gave me advice.

By the way, took a trip to the mall today and got a 60's inspired form fitting grey dress from H&M and a royal blue tanktop with aqua accenting from Express. I can't wait to get to the thrift store to finish the outfits off! I also can't wait to take some decent photos for you all and to post on chictopia to get me off the ground with my page there!

I also never wear this one dress I have from H&M that is grey and yellow that has the words "all that glitters is gold" all over it- should take a pic of that too ill put one on here haha.


notes 12.55am nj

Airplanes murmur above my house traveling through the dark clouds.
My skin is successfully golden from the strong rays that had everyone complaining.
The tiger growls within my stomach making it known that it's unhappy.
Facebook craves my affection but I don't crave it back.
My sleepy eyes want slumber, something I feel I forgot how to do well...

Cookie-cutter To Wild

So, I'm at a point in my life that should've occurred earlier. I don't know what I'm doing. I know some things are definite: I love art and fashion.

The things that I had going for me don't seem to make me happy and I wish I would've faced them in late high school...I'm going to college out in the middle of nowhere in central Pennsylvania, I'm studying Sociology and Fine Arts. I'm sick of being realistic- I've lived my whole life that way. Can I just dream a little and move on from there?

I'm thinking about transferring to FIT (Fashion Institute of Technology) in NYC...I feel like it would truly make me happy. What do you think? Should I follow my passions? Or should I follow the cookie-cutter mold and make some money with a decent job lined up? Maybe a liberal arts school with a awesome art dept? I'm stuck.

Cowboys and Cowgirls

Let's get one thing straight- I hate American West History. Seriously, was it necessary to just fight on horses, look for outlaws, and take Native American land? This is the most boring and violent history of America in my opinion. However, Only two good things came from it- The Saloon girl and the saddle bag.

The Saloon girl was there for men's entertainment but these girls were fierce and confident- not to mention their outfits were pretty damn seductive and frilly!

Not only that, but the Western Saddle bag that cowboys and cowgirls used on their horses were also pretty fly. Well...they didn't look so nice until Dior remodeled them. I want one of these bags with a passion!

Notes 12.14am NJ

The rain ceases, allowing a day for people to smile. Although some do not and some make it impossible.

Bickering family members repel me from thinking I'm happy to be home after a night of babysitting.

Faded echoes of a crying baby bounce off the walss of my brain making it ache.

But, Who can resist those big blue eyes tearing up while parents stuff money in my pockets.

I need, yes need, sand to touch my soles. I want to be in the sun, baking into a darker shade of biracial perfection.

To feel the ocean breeze lap over my freckled skin. I need to go to the beach... Only when the rain stops.

Just a little something

Just for you all to get a little idea of how I dress I'll post some photos :]

This Is Not A Test

A simple introduction: Spontaneity that I am. I respect myself and others and expect the same... I keep it old-school sometimes, but I am very modern.

I want to network and connect with other Fashionistas. I want to express myself through style, art, and writing so bare with me.

Notes 3.19pm NJ:

90s music escapes through the tiny holes in my computer. I sit here looking at a very white screen. A used plate awaits my attention. The old window is worn from many years of thunder storms...and I thought I had it bad. Nylon litters or graces my bed sheets. Fashion is something that I take seriously...unless I'm ill. ha. Yelle is now shouting French at me and I am pleased. à bientôt mon ami.