I know, I know I said I was going to blog about my experience with the 100 happy days challenge yesterday, but then I fell asleep at my desk at like 10:30 and I woke up at 11 and I couldn’t do anything more than curl up in bed and sleep. It’s been a rough couple of days because of my messed up sleep schedule. It’s like I’ll go to bed at 2:30ish most days and then all of a sudden I crash and all I feel like doing is sleeping for ages and then it’s like 9pm and I’m nodding off. I need to work on that. But that’s not what this post is about.
Actually, the lovely Anne Marie finally got that mixtape I promised I’d make her like a month ago. But there’s a reason I took so long. I’ll explain in a little bit. First you should know, I titled this mix California because it consists solely of songs that are either about or mention California in some way or another. They’re all very different, sound-wise, but I arranged them in a way that flows, I promise. It’s road trip music, I’d say. Here’s the tracklist:
you can listen to the mix here.
and now for the details and the rest of the pictures…
Usually, when I feel like I have all the time in the world to post things on this blog, there’s nothing for me to post. sometimes I feel like all it takes is my schedule to fill up for a lineup of content to spontaneously appear. I mean I had like two weeks of nothing to do, and then last week things started to get crazy and now there’s five folders on my desktop, each filled with pictures for upcoming posts and I feel like said folders will probably last me a good two or three weeks, if I even get around to editing the pictures and writing a decent blog post in the next couple of days. That would explain why I’m doing Make Art Monday two days after the fact and not on the usual Tuesday. I promise I’ll be better with that.
You should know, this Monday was insane for me. I spent all day running from place to place, adventure to adventure. When I got done with everything I needed nothing more than some time alone with my sketchbook and paint, with an acoustic playlist humming softly in the background. It couldn’t be a Monday without art. It just wasn’t happening. This week’s theme was Joy. I didn’t even know what to do with that. It’s such a broad theme. I wanted something that would genuinely make me happy, but I also wanted to be proactive so I set on making cd sleeves for the mixtapes I made three of my lovely friends this weekend. I figured if the theme was going to be joy, I might as well make other people happy too, besides one of these mixes was already completely done and another was halfway done. It was all very exciting. In particular, the mandala on the California mix meant a lot to me. I’ve taken to drawing those on everything lately, from my class notebooks to my sketchbook, and sometimes with pen on my skin. It’s strangely relaxing. I would say more, but I feel like I should save that for the mixes own posts.
I hope your week is wonderful. I’ll be back tomorrow to write about my experience with the 100 Happy Days challenge.
Since yesterday was Make Art Monday, that must make today Post Art Tuesday, or something like that. No? Well I tried. The thing is, I wasn’t going to break the rules and start working on the piece Sunday, just to have the piece ready for editing and posting on a Monday. That would defeat the purpose of the day. The whole point is to have a relaxing outlet on a stressful day, well that and it will help me find myself better. It goes with the confidence goal.. And it’s fun, of course.
I’m following along with Maps to Herself, by the way. I’m in love with her blog lately. Everything about creativity, spirituality, and self-discovery absolutely fascinates me. That’s why I like her blog so much. So this was actually her idea. The other day I read my horoscope and it said I needed to find a way to add art back into my life and live creatively and then I saw the Make Art Monday post on pinterest right after. It was fate, I’m telling you.
The theme was peace this week. So on Sunday night, I started brainstorming. I ended up drawing a series of patterns and thought fragments and I painted a little. Monday, in AP Psych, I felt inspired, so I took out my sketchbook and, after drawing a llama and a cactus and a series of funny-looking hearts and song lyrics in faux cursive, I wrote prose. Now, for me to share my personal writing on this blog is really rare. It’s vulnerable and frankly, a little scary. But for the sake of confidence, you get to read it.
Sunday afternoon with the sun streaming through my windows and my shoes off. New music on a Friday night and the knowledge that nothing really matters as much as it does now, to me, and that as long as I have people to rely on, everything will be okay. Peace is the color green, acrylic, and watered down with yellow and coral highlights, like an empty mind an open soul. Peace is found in a novel that whisks me away to a new land with new people to fall in love with. I’m in love with the idea of love and with the people around me and with human relations and knowledge, and art, but not another..
The actual piece reflected my ideas in some ways, but not in others. The words is a reflection of the faux cursive and song lyrics I was drawing in third period. The fortune cookie note is one I had saved up because I liked it and I got it when I really needed it. The doily is just pretty and feminine and the sketching around it was because I was listening to First Aid Kit and I loved how relaxing I felt, so I drew on until I felt like stopping and then I did. I’m rediscovering my love of art. And now I’ll be carrying my sketchbook everywhere I go.
Have a beautiful Tuesday!
(I should also add that I’m really sorry about the weird coloring of the pictures and the fact that the first and second pictures don’t match up, but that’s because I was editing at 12:30 and well, I’m tired and impatient. And I just made a ton of cookies for everyone I love tomorrow. So none of the pictures actually do the real piece any justice, but if I had to pick one, I’d say the second picture is most accurate, color-wise.)
If you were to ask me when I learned the most in my life, I would tell you about high school. I would tell you about the mistakes I made in junior year and how they affected my decisions towards the end of that year, but most importantly, I would tell you about the growth I’ve been experiencing this year because of that. It’s funny because this time last year, I wouldn’t have imagined things to turn out the way they are now. I’ve never been much of an optimist. But this post isn’t about the learning so much as it is about a particular flaw of mine.
I’m not very confident. It’s troublesome because this lack of confidence is what tends to keep me from becoming who I always wanted to be and who I aspire to be. Now the worst thing you could possibly tell me right now is that I shouldn’t say that because then people will think I’m fishing for compliments, but that’s stupid because I’m not. Dear god, everyone knows I never know what to say upon receiving compliments. Thank you? Okay? ARE YOU EVEN SERIOUS OR IS THIS A JOKE?? what do you even say. Back to the point. I think this issue began sometime in junior high, amidst all the unnecessary drama and all that mascara and people making a huge deal about the opposite sex and those gym shorts. seriously, that was when I realized I wasn’t good at talking to people, or maybe I just distanced myself so much I lost the ability to make friends. Now, I can genuinely say I’ve never had so many quality friends as I do now. Yet, there’s still those days when I just can’t talk to some of them. When I sit there, fumbling with my phone the entire time because I don’t know what to say and I can’t work up the courage to really say what I want to see, without even caring that just a while ago, we were having normal, friendly conversations. Yes, I’m talking about a specific person.
It seems like every time I tell myself it was “just another bad day” or that it’s their fault because they didn’t talk to me first and they probably don’t like me. Then the other night, I was up at 2am, halfway through a conversation when I realized that it’s all my fault. That if I let my negative attitude and over-thinking take over and I don’t talk to the people I want to talk to, it’s not their issue, it’s mine. I feel like recently, I’m slowly starting to lose a friendship I really valued because of my trading in the serendipitous conversations for expectations and self-induced pressure. In other words, I’m making it a point to work on my confidence (again) in an effort to make more friends and strengthen friendships, also to continue to learn and grow and take risks and mess up, and then get back up because that’s been my life for the past two years and I like the recklessness of it. It’s beautiful. If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t be so in love with everything about now.
I happen to be very into quotes lately, particularly the pretty ones on Pinterest, so I gathered some and used them in the photoshoot. I’ll explain.
1: It’s gonna be okay. You just have to tell yourself that. at least for me, I tend to think of every possible worst case scenario and it’s so bad that I’ll be thinking of something like calling my friend when they’re sick to let them know I’ll be hoping they’ll feel better and I end up panicking about it. I don’t even think about how minor it is or how good it should make me feel, it just spirals. Next thing you know I’m on the floor, staring at the ceiling and it’s only then that I realize it’s going to be okay. And I’m okay. I should probably think that sooner. But really, if there’s anything you need to talk about, I’m your girl. I like listening and reminding people that everything will be okay even if it sucks now, because no one was there to tell me that when I needed to be told a few years back. / 2. The best is yet to come. My junior year mantra. That quote kept me from breaking down so many times last year. There was that time in November when things got bad and I was hurt and I thought things couldn’t possibly be worse, but I found that quote and I told myself every day that even though I wasn’t fine, I was okay because the best time in my life hadn’t happened yet and I had that to look forward to. Read more about that here. /
4. I’m skipping to four because then three will be more relevant. Be brave enough to start a conversation that matters. Here’s the thing, when I don’t set expectations and I let things happen how they will, I end up having the best time. Those are the days when I act goofy and loud around everyone and when I end up having the best conversations. It’s just so hard always having thought that the best method of self-preservation is to act like I don’t care, because then no one can hurt me and then trying to put down all my walls and be myself. It seems impossible, almost. I saw this quote last week. I guess for me, the goal would be to be brave enough to talk to everyone about anything, because that’s when I’ll come across those conversations that mean the most to me. A few weeks ago, I had a conversation with a lovely girl in the library about society and it was so interesting that I still think about those weird facts. Now we’re going to a concert in May and if I hadn’t said hi to her that never would have happened. Weird, isn’t it? / 3. It never gets easier, you just get better. I’m relating that to conversation. Even with some of my closest friends, there’s times when I feel like it’s just so hard to tell them everything. That’s the product of rejection, last year, as stupid as that sounds. I just think that with everything, it takes practice and everything. When I first put the link to my blog on twitter, for example, I was so scared of what people would think. I’m not very confident in my artistic abilities sometimes, or my writing, hence the reason I didn’t always post personal details of my life on here. Lately, with all the kind comments I’ve received from the lovely folks as school, I’ve been slowly adding it in.
Then there’s that quote. Let me tell you a story. There was this boy I liked and I told myself that I needed to make a plan to get his number, because well I figured I wouldn’t have the guts to ask otherwise. And I couldn’t for two weeks straight. I would walk into class, having thought of what I would say and how I would say it and how he would react, and then I would sit there in silence. Or we’d talk about schoolwork and the mundane. The one day, as I was walking to the class we had together, I decided I would give up trying, that this was the day I wouldn’t talk to him on purpose, free of awkwardness. That glorious day we ended up having a conversation so hilarious and carefree that he put it in my phone himself. If it’s meant to happen it will. It’s the limitations and stress that we place on ourselves, and those expectations, and the “what ifs” that hold us back.
If you thought I could make a post without any music references you were kidding yourself. Oh Regina, with your catchy tunes and thought-provoking lyrics. Do you know what’s one of the weirdest/best lessons I learned as I senior? That those cool kids everyone always gossips about, those kids I used to wish I hung out with, they think of themselves the same way I think of myself. Awkward, bad at talking to boys, not pretty enough, etc. It’s funny because we build people up all the time and we’re all actually pretty dang similar. We can all relate if we sit and talk. I used to think I wasn’t cool enough to hang out with some of the best people I’ve befriended this year. It’s just hard to remember that we’re all human and we’re all afraid of the same things and we’re all just as self-conscious and just as nervous about everyone else.
and there’s one I didn’t include in the photo shoot, but I actually really, REALLY love. Stop making excuses and just do things. If we’ve had a heart to heart in the last month or so, you’re probably sick of hearing me talk about this quote. It’s the reason for a lot of things. It’s the reason I went to that free show in park city last month. The reason I’ll let anyone come over when they want to unless I have something really important. The reason I make it a point to spend time with my friends at least three times a week. The reason I started making mixtapes for people I care about. The reason I called my friends on the phone despite the panicking and the fast heartbeats. It’s why I’ve been happier lately. When I doubt myself, lately I’ve turned to that quote. And along with that, I’ve started taking Taylor’s advice of giving everyone the benefit of the doubt unless they establish that they’re playing games with you/ intentionally trying to hurt you. It’s been so much better since then.
I think sometimes I’m just shy because I don’t want to disappoint anyone. Like when I hang out with some friends and I have to keep from saying “what the hell” or “oh my god” because they’d be scandalized, or when I dress a certain way because I’m with certain people. Or when I don’t tell my corny jokes because so and so would think it’s stupid. Other times I’m just scared. And other times it’s self-preservation, but you know that now. In an effort to amp up my confidence, I went and got something I had been pining for since sophomore year.
Meet the wide-brimmed, black felt hat. Okay, so I actually just wanted a black felt one since last year, but the floppy hat deal has been on my wishlist since sophomore year. It’s written down. I have proof. I would always try these on in stores and absolutely adore it but then the thought of what everyone else would say would scare me away and I’d run off. This time I was feeling confident, so I bought it on a whim. And then I wore it all night yesterday and all afternoon today.
It makes me feel like I can do whatever I want and it doesn’t even matter. Who even cares what everyone else thinks. So I’m wearing it to school tomorrow. I’m wearing it with a flannel and high-waisted jeans because I want to feel pretty, but I won’t stop at that. I’m going to make it a goal to talk to as many people as I can tomorrow. If I see someone I know, I’ll talk to them and maybe I’ll learn something about society or music or concerts or fashion or them. It doesn’t matter, I want to search for meaningful conversation. And I won’t set any rules and if I feel like it’s too much and i just can’t, then I won’t pressure myself. I’ll be okay. Tomorrow will be a good day. If my horoscope’s right, and it has been for the past couple of years, this whole week will be flawless. And it helps that tomorrow’s Make Art Monday and I finally got a new sketchbook.
my mantra for tomorrow? courage, dear heart. thanks for reading. I hope your weekend was lovely and that this week is perfect in every way for you.
Eight days ago, if you would have asked me what I imagine my life will be like in a year my answer would be entirely different than what I would say today, or seven days ago, also known as the melancholic Saturday. Last weekend I was rejected from the school I had dreamed about for seven years and I swore I wouldn’t cry. So I read a little and a song came on that made me break down crying, which is what led me to create this mix in the matter of half an hour. The rest of the day plus the next day consisted of me crying sporadically. At least I got a good mix out of it. I guess if you’re in the mood for something sad and acoustic and folksy, this would be the one for you. Here’s the tracklist:
listen to the mix here.
and now for the story…
And so my favorite day came around and here we are, more than halfway through it and I’m not ready for it to be over. This year it has been particularly bittersweet. Everything, and I mean absolutely everything is bittersweet lately and it’s all because graduation is nearing and I know that even though I feel like I haven’t had this much fun in years past, it’s my last __ with my high school friends. In this case, my last Valentine’s Day. And it was lovely, better than ever before. I feel like I hadn’t experienced a more festive, joyful, love-filled Valentine’s Day since elementary school and by the end of the school day, I was so stuffed with candy and chocolate and baked goods that I thought I might never want to eat any more but who even cares because my loved ones gave me those. And I was able to give Sarah her mixtape, which was absolutely fun. And I felt so pretty in my lace skirt and my red lipstick and the heart sweatshirt. It’s not every day that we get to have such a beautiful holiday. I didn’t even want to leave school today. I didn’t walk out of the building until it was just my group of friends and another group in the commons, and even as I walked off I was saying “I don’t want to leave school today. I just don’t want Valentine’s Day to be over yet,” but it’s not over yet. I still have my party and before that there’s the game. And it’s going to be so much fun. This year, it’s going to be so flawless I’m going to go to bed with a smile on my face and tomorrow, I’ll be beaming. So last week, in preparation for the holiday, I made two mixes. This one is my acoustic/folksy/indie rock one, with my favorite little love songs. I submitted it to a contest and it didn’t win, but I didn’t really expect it to. I love it anyway. It’s cute and sweet and I wish I had made it for a particular boy, but I didn’t. Sometimes I feel like I lose opportunities too much. Onto the mix.
listen to the mix here.
Thank you and I hope your day is filled with love and loveliness.
It’s the night before Valentine’s Day, well technically the morning of, and somehow I made it without getting a cold. I figured since half of my friends are sick and I had a cold last year, it might just be the same this year and last week, I just felt it coming, but nothing actually happened. I’m fine. It’s February 13 and I’m fine. And yes, I’m aware there’s a mistake in that graphic but I’m too lazy to fix it. Just mentally cross of the “for all” and we’ll be fine. I only really made that as a reminder for everyone anyway, and the cats are clearly a joke meant for Sarah, because we always seem to end up on the subject of cat-ladyhood. Or however you’d phrase that. I’m not in a very poetic mood tonight. As a matter of fact, I’m so not in the mood to write that I didn’t write anything on my valentines for everyone tomorrow. All I did was print and cut them and set aside a nice pen so that I can write personalized notes on the spot tomorrow, as I run into people. I need to be poetic tomorrow, or at least decent.
And I’ve actually made two cutesy lovey playlists for tomorrow. One’s for my own listening early in the morning and throughout the day. That one I’ll be posting on here tomorrow, probably around 3ish. The other one is a more danceable, upbeat mix for the party. And I’m actually giving a mixtape to a really lovely friend of mine tomorrow. It’s not cutesy or lovey, it’s more melancholic and acoustic, but that’s because I made it on Saturday. Everyone else will get handwritten notes with what I love about them. I’m trying to make it a point to go around telling everyone how much they really mean to me and hugging them tomorrow. It’s something that needs to be done. I mean this is my last Valentine’s Day with all of my favorites. ugh mannnn I’m gonna miss everyone so much. Let’s not talk about that. So Valentine’s Day. My favorite unofficial official holiday. I spent all day today decorating for tomorrow. I made garlands and I baked and I worked with tissue paper and tied twine around mason jars. It’s perfect. I even picked out an outfit for tomorrow. A frilly, lacy, glittery outfit. Perfect for the occasion. And then I set aside a pink dress for the game tomorrow, because I could wear a pink shirt, but it’s Valentine’s Day and I need to wear a dress.
The point is, come to my party. I moved it back to 9pm, as per someone’s request and because I want to go to the game and it was more convenient. Just drop by after that. It’ll be fun. promise.
The graphic is pretty self-explanatory, but if you know me well enough you probably know that my favorite unofficial,
but still sort of official, holiday is Valentine’s Day. Even though I’ve never had a valentine. This all started four years ago, when I realized that I didn’t have to sit around and mope about my lack of a love life or pretending to have a normal day, when it so obviously wasn’t. I realized it makes for the perfect excuse to wear an obnoxious amount of pink and red and lace and frilly things and it wouldn’t be labeled as “weird,” but rather, “festive.” And I’ll admit that it helps that I’m in love with baking.
Since the first time I decided to celebrate Valentine’s Day, rather than avoid it, I have set about to make it the most special of odd winter holidays. I think I may even like it more than Christmas and New Years. And over the years, I’ve come up with little traditions to go along. For example, when I was a sophomore I decided I should watch a romantic movie that day and then later I decided I needed to watch a romantic movie I hadn’t seen before. Last year I watched two, but that’s just because I had time and I was sick. The same year, I decided I needed to have at least three different baked goods, and they all have to have to be pink or red or have heart sprinkles. Anything that makes them more fit for the occasion.. And to make things better, In junior year, I decided I have to make a playlist with the best love songs and “it’s okay not to be in love” songs. And then this year, as I was planning my favorite February night, I decided I shouldn’t have to spend it alone and that it would, in fact, be better if I could spend it with my lovely friends, in particular the single ones or anyone who feels like they need something fun to do on a Friday night and lacks a date.
Also, I would be lying if I told you I planned the entire thing by myself. No, I got suggestions from Angie and Kim and the other Kim and Sara. A lot of people, actually, and they didn’t just give me general ideas, they added to the playlist too. Speaking of the playlist, I’m trying to tie in all the songs I want and you guys suggested on it so that it’s not too folksy, but it’s also not completely party, techo music. It’s coming along though. You’ll like it. I think you should come. Oh and what movie would you guys want to watch? My personal favorite chick flick is About Time, but I’m also into classics like The Notebook and I actually really love The Vow. And even though 500 Days of Summer isn’t really a romance movie, it’s kind of fitting. I’ve been told Leap Year is a good one. And I already have Valentine’s Day, so maybe we could just go with that. Let me know what movie you want to watch on THIS LINK, and maybe also tell me if you’re coming on that link, or on twitter or just text me if you have my number. Or just show up, it doesn’t even really matter. And don’t forget to bring something sweet!
Have a lovely weekend. I’ll be doing another photo shoot tomorrow!
This morning, I got to thinking maybe I should start a Mixtape Monday series on this blog. Wouldn’t that be clever? I could make different ones every Monday, with all sorts of themes, lyrically and musically. Of course that would require a lot of time, so maybe I could just do it twice a month. I’ll think about it. Before I begin with the story behind the mix and all the little details, I think I’ll show you the tracklist and let you start listening. This one is very upbeat and happy and actually somewhat girly. And it also has a few of the songs from the last mix, mostly because I wanted Sarah to hear those ones too.
Listen to the mix here.
and keep reading for the story.
Before I begin with the fashion talk, I think you should start playing Mind Over Matter by Young The Giant. Yes, the whole album. Go listen. I’ll wait. It’s been on repeat over here lately and since I’ve been sitting in my room choosing pictures and editing them for the last four and a half hours with Mind Over Matter in the background, I think I’ll forever associate these pictures with that album. Or maybe not. Now that I’ve covered that, I should mention that this is a knock-off.
Well, the shirt is. I made it sometime in September, right before heading off on my Nashville trip. I wanted to get it over with and bring it with me. And I did. It had been on my “to make” list for a good while, since December 2012, actually. It only took me four days to make though, including the pattern-drafting time and that’s only because I worked on it at school and not at home. Oh and my sister was the photographer, as usual.
She’s one of those ridiculously taleneted people who never had any training in what she does and yet she manages to be amazing at it. It might be because I’ve been forcing her to be my photographer for years, but lately she’s been the one suggesting photoshoots, so I guess I’m lucky. It’s things like this that make me really not want to leave Utah. Of course then other things happen and I’m like, “I NEED TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW.” Who knows what the future will bring. I guess I’ll just try to do what I always thought I would do. Like the Twin Forks said in Cross My Mind, “I’d be lying if I said to you that I know exactly what I should do, but I’ve set my whole heart on trying.”
Back to the shirt. It has a boat neckline, true to the shirt I was copying. I sewed the neckline, sleeves, and hem with a double needle. This is the Anthro shirt, by the way. I had to go to the depths of my Fashion board on Pinterest for that. I actually have the actual shirt in the bulldog pattern, so I just traced that and added a little to the sides and hem for the pattern. The problem with the real shirt, the one from Anthro, is that it shrunk a lot and now it’s actually sort of snug and almost a crop top so I don’t wear it too often. I used to though.
I think I may have done a better job than Anthro on this one. And that’s a rarity. You all know how much I love Anthro. I think I might make another shirt just like this one except with fox fabric, so that it can be a more exact knock-off, plus it would be cute. I think I wear this shirt at least once a week because that’s how much I love it. I don’t even usually like wearing t-shirts, but this one’s different.
Oh and I had to ruche for this project. I was proud of myself. I don’t do a lot of ruching in my sewing endeavors. I usually tend to gather and pleat and I usually avoid new things because then I have to do a lot of unpicking. Not in this case. It was easy. I should have ruched it more though. I also can’t believe I didn’t screw up with the sleeve pattern. I don’t know how that actually worked out.
sometimes I think you guys probably care less about the sewing techniques and more about the outfits, that is if anyone even bothers to read my writing after all. I’ll admit, sometimes I just look at blogs for the pictures. I’m such a hypocrite. haha. Anyway, so I feel like a huge trend right now is the plaid shirt around your waist thing. I see that at school a lot and I really like it, but I don’t have a lot of plaid shirts, unfortunately, and I was too chicken to try it at school. So I tried it in a photoshoot instead. I figured photo shoots are for the daring anyway. Oh and I didn’t cuff my pants, even though it looks like it.
Those are socks. see. They’re wool and super comfy. I wear those when I go hiking and it’s cold. And sometimes to school. And the boots are my most recent footwear love. They’re Steve Madden, so naturally they’re not just gorgeous, but they’re also really comfortable.
And my pants are corduroys, my other love. I’ve always had sort of a collection of cords. Like if you look at pictures of me when I was 3 or 6 or whatever age and it was winter, I probably had corduroys on. These ones are my favorite pair right now because they’re green, my favorite color, but they don’t look green right away. You might think they’re black first, so it’s nice. Sometimes I don’t tell people they’re green because I like being the only one who knows they’re green. It’s fun.
We did the photoshoot this afternoon, at the Riverwoods. There’s a gorgeous spot where my sister likes to go for pictures. We did another photo shoot there once, the floral crown one. And then I did another one with someone else in the Fall. It’s amazing how different a place can look from one season to another. This time we were both freezing. I kept putting my coat on every few pictures just because I was so darn cold. I think I shivered for like half an hour straight and I kept thinking, “itsnotcolditsnotcolditsnotcold” over and over and over again to convince myself I wasn’t so cold my fingers were numb. Even though they were.
And she took so many pictures. Hundreds. Almost all of them were great, I couldn’t pick and I’m not even exaggerating. That’s why this post is so picture-heavy. I ended up having her pick some because people tend to be more critical of their own art and she was. I love the feel of these pictures. It’s so natural and laid-back compared to some of our past photo shoots. The one above is one of my favorites. My hair is my favorite feature and it’s so crazy and messy there, so I like that about it. And the fifth picture from the top is the one I’m most insecure about, if I can really say that, because you can see my puffy cheeks and my weird middle part and I look kind of fat, but I chose to post it anyway because it’s what I would look like in real life and it’s really natural and imperfect and who really cares. It’s kind of freeing to publish that and acknowledge why it’s not my most favorite.
And she took some of these pictures at the weirdest moments, like when I was just walking from one location to the next or when I was fixing my hair. And it was so fun. I bet people who do this for a living have the most entertaining experiences. I feel like it would just be really fun all the time, not that I could actually do that. I’m not model material. haha. Oh well, blogging will do. Besides, then I’d probably get sick of being out in the cold all the time.
After the shoot, we sat in the car thawing for a good fifteen minutes and then we went for hot chocolate. And she took a picture of me when I was walking back to the car, with my plaid jacket. Another one of those gems that capture ordinary moments in a really pretty way.
Have a lovely evening or Sunday morning, whenever it is right now. Thanks for reading.
Shirt: self-made / Pants: American Eagle / Plaid Shirt: Forever 21 / Socks: gifted / Boots: Steve Madden / Necklace: Free People / Coat: gifted (forever ago)