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At last I've been given a good chance to show off some of my latest acquisitions to my wardrobe: the cat leggings have been my companions all week and I absolutely adore the printed cat faces on the knees. Printed designs have the habit of flaking off, and on the inside of the leggings the Wowch symbol is already tearing apart at the seems, but since I bought the largest size possible I'm certain the knee motifs will stay in tact. I've had the shirt for a few years now but it seems like a match made in heaven for the two screen-printed images to be brought together. The Jelly Beans sandals haven't had a chance to be shown off properly to the world due to poor weather but I love their transparent and pink nature. I don't normally buy something so outlandish and bright, and the frilly socks haven't been properly worn since my youth and childhood but I enjoy this exploration of creativity through dress.
It's fun getting to dress like cat woman without all the leather and spandex as well as the whip-I am in no mood to cater towards some sick man's fantasy at the moment and the printed cats already have an artistic flair and edge about them. Maybe I just like the spiked edge around the word 'ECK' on my shirt and the way it resembles so many comic book action clouds of 'POW' whenever someone takes a hit to the face; as so many comic book villains do.
Hitler cat
Cat in a jar
Hunting cat
On-line cat
Nerdy cat
Camouflaged cat
Cat breading
World's smallest cat
Courageous cat
Traitor cat
Cosplay cat
Sports cat
As morbid as well as unnecessarily melodramatic as it seems, I really do consider myself to be in a state of living death putting my body through its usual paces but with sub-standard sleep and rest. It's only a matter of time before I become a zombie and slave to caffeine, no longer able to survive on pure grit and moxy to get me through the day. Eventually I will feel terribly irritable as well as strained which is by no means something to celebrate or to look forward to; is it too much to ask for a decent night's sleep?
Last year the least of my worries was automobile related, but I now release that with heavier work commitments as well as my commenced enrollment into tertiary study and a university degree that being able to drive wouldn't be a bad idea. Next year I will also have to work restlessly in order to save for online travel as well as study opportunities but sometime after that I'll also have to buy myself a car down the tracks, a custom Rolls Royce in floral print is a cut above the modest living conditions of a student and as long as I have a working specimen of a car that doesn't need special care and attention I shall be quite content.
Today I spotted a girl wearing a silver pentagram pendant with a plain white dress and I feel perfectly comfortable in sharing that I was charmed by her simple grace and also longed for a piece of dark grunge inspired jewellery of my own. There won't be too many wonderful posts from me for a while which feature the atmosphere of dark magic as well as romanticism but on the bright side there may be more outfit posts as a sort of compromise. This wonderful holiday break between high school and university study to me will always be the Summer of Blogging and I wish it could have stretched on forever, but all good things must always come to an end.
Throughout the last months my hair has not changed in any wild and fantastic ways and remains much the same- I'm not surprised that I became complacent regarding my dreams of having dip dye or perhaps streaks in lilac but I am a little saddened by my lack of rebellion. Perhaps a featured streak underneath an ear for a feature braid can be the small part of my holding true to the punk inspired music that I listen to. In any case, I will probably never have the guts to go blond or dye my hair wildly but will waste away till I'm a little old lady and have grey hair wistfully wishing my youth back and spent in different ways. It sounds odd, but I actually wouldn't mind if I had a head full of grey hair if I wore young and eccentric clothing and people didn't bring it up to my face, it must be the influence of fashion haute couture shows that has me that way inclined.
The epitome of hipster animals if a fluffy feline and while I made to attempt to try and own a cat this Summer it may be something in my future when I leave the nest and fend for myself. It seems so strange to be already thinking of such serious plans for the future but as my teenage years slip farther and farther away from me it's only a matter of time before the nine to five grind crushes my soul and I have mortgage repayments and all the other joys of adulthood staring down at me like the barrel of a sawn off shotgun. A little fluffy cat to photograph would be like a small and furry haven all of its own to take shelter in while I adjust to this strange new life I had previously been content to admire while observing the behaviour of my parents.
Whether I leave home in one year or even five I think it would be a neat and kitsch idea if I were to decorate using perhaps a large paper chain but instead have material in it's place with stiff plastic as used in collar shirts. I would also be quite happy using fairy lights/ Chinese lanterns and slogans of letters to try and inspire me amongst this new and strange world of study. The long holiday has yielded my once scientifically charged brain into mush and slurry and I have to struggle to learn new buildings and areas in a strange world of 1960s architectural design. In short, it's a bit of a nightmare and a slap in the face really.
While it may seem an unusual aspiration for a teenager to hold, when my next pay comes through and I'm in a nostalgic mood and miss my grandmother I may just buy either a crochet or quilted throw for my bed. I quite like the assault of colours as well as regular polygons and shapes that are familiar but also in a strangely textured design. At this relaxed rate, I am unlikely to arm myself with the knowledge and art of creating such wonderful blankets for myself and since I do need the extra practice for umpiring why not give myself a reward to comfort my aching body with?
A tattoo seems to be a wonderful statement of youth as well as adulthood and while this paper crane is sweet and lovely in its design I can't say I would be willing to bare it forever under my skin unless I study in Japan, an option available through my university. I have all sorts of hopes and dreams for my international semester and how I will adopt a new culture and pick up bits and pieces of language- maybe even come back with a nose piercing and tattoo to hide from what would be my appalled and astounded mother.
Slowly in just a few hours there will be the culmination of romantic tension as well as many advertisements bombarded to consumers in order to cheesy and floral trinkets, poesies and sonnets. My brain has been awash with all sorts of amorous ideas about architecture as well as structured clothing, bright and brilliant patterns and my favourite Yves Saint Laurent Art ring with pink stone. It's hard not to get wrapped up in the emotion of a holiday with gravity and retail appeal but I know I really shouldn't- I'm just lucky I've been collecting photographs of idyllic scenes and settings instead on my hard drive.
Being the most wonderful person I've met in my life, my beau has promised to deliver some roses to my tomorrow on St. Valentine's Day because it's to be expected and I asked in an indirect fashion. There's something softly spoken about the gesture of giving roses to a girl on this special day, February fourteenth as well as her birthday. I suppose I'm just rather lucky to have someone special in my life that cares about me and is willing to spend time with me.
As a passionate gesture for my boyfriend I wouldn't mind performing such a feat for my lovely beau in return- long have I been a fan of the photographic but never sought to bare all in such a manner. I may not have the delicate porcelain complexion but I have gorgeous dark brown hair that may lend it self well to the budding and white blossoms of Spring. Ah if only it were not for the improper use of such suggestive photographs of the Internet and the way they can destory a person's reputation...
One day I will have wonderful and dainty upholstered leather couches in the middle of magnificent sitting rooms dedicated to reading and the learned arts as well as creative endeavours. That is if I ever curve my love for shopping online and persuade myself to be frugal and make smarter financial decisions such as working more often and harder as well as selling the occasional lost treasure online for a bit of spare cash. I will lord over my spouse and choose the the furniture with little regard for what they have to say as well as create a studio space of at all available for fashion blogging complete with iPad and typing station... in my dreams.
I wish I could stop being such a dainty girl and get my hands dirty once more, scrape and bruise my knees in rough and tumble sports and once again explain my injuries with a mixture of pride and embarrassment. What could possibly look better than turning up to a fashion or runway even than having scabby or bruised knobbly knees? At the moment I'm also sporting a rather attractive band aid on my calf, acquired from a missing chunk of skin I assume to be hanging on to my razor blade. Even in my dull life of little activity I manage to do some serious harm to myself- I really shouldn't buy a plastic skateboard and try to take that up as well. It will only end in tears and more injuries but this time to my pretty face.
I already stare at my reflection enough as it is and it would be a horrible idea to acquire a vintage and silver framed wall mirror but one day I'll watch myself grow old in it's reflection and remember what it was like to be without the white hair, hair coming out of my ears as well as wrinkles. It's all about the gorgeous and ornamental baroque style frame even if I had to paint over it in a garish colour such as lilac or baby pink I think I would be content with it gracing my walls but still afraid of the whole thing collapsing on its own weight and acquiring another seven years of bad luck.
Dainty and yet modern with twenty-first century flair and grace comes matching shirts in wild and digital prints and matching but slightly garish blue lipstick. This look would be nothing without the soft wisps of fair hair and the pale complexion of the model dressed in such a manner, although styling is an important aspect of fashion once must also consider what you look like and how best to accentuate your own personal and individual personality.
Whenever my mother watches those period pieces based on old books such as 'Jane Eyre' and 'Pride and Prejudice' there are these fantastic buildings with well kept and groomed grounds surrounding them, lace dresses that reach the floor and tight bodices as well as spectacular interior decorating. I think I could be completely content and happy for an afternoon if I had a large pair of lace curtains to wrap myself in as well as small phonograph in the corner to dance around with and fantasise the entire day.
I've excepted that I don't need fair skin and blond hair to be dainty thanks to my hero and style icon Alexa Chung- she's one of the most graceful and skinniest things I've ever clapped eyes on but her Asian heritage reassures me too that you can be perfectly beautiful and reach your potential without having blue eyes and blond hair. Although with that said, a well groomed routine and vintage frill neck collars certainly don't go astray for maintaining a girls image in these areas though I can tell that much.
I hope one day to hold a kitty in my arms with the perfect little pink nose and masses of fur everywhere and have it follow me around- only then will I feel a sense of cosmic fulfillment and empowerment over refined and aristocratic creatures. Perhaps being dainty and empowered with chic flair isn't about the way you look but is rather a state of mind you can channel should you be ready mentally and with the right tools and knowledge.
I know I'm meant to be seeing the new Star Wars movie in 3D which will be good for my social life, but I went out yesterday and I am quite tempted and content just to spend the day in my home, alone and writing up articles on my blog. It seems next week will be a frenzy of activity as well so I want to enjoy the last few days of holiday as well as computer trolling while I can, but maybe I would enjoy myself by coming out with the girls and doing something enjoyable. Do I begin to ease myself into a busy and social schedule once more with people and in situations I'm familiar with or do I go out with a fight and resist the social future by hiding in my cave behind a computer screen all day? I know I prefer the no-mess and little work needed to maintain my appearance in private... but I really should go out again today since I have work tomorrow and I'll earn the money back anyway.
I've put together a little collage of satanic and creepy photographs and I think the saddest thing about this one and it's caption is the hopelessness of the situation and lack of faith in the human race. I was very much once so drowned in the anguish and dim-reality of depression and despised everyone around me. I radiated heat and felt it at the back of my throat trying to rush out my mouth at times when I was angry and upset. I'm quite glad that's all behind me now.
The largest rituals I would be willing to perform are those which involve feeding a black cat and possibly collecting rosaries- but never in my life would I dream of reattaching them inverted and make a mockery of their symbolism. Shown upside down and above, Jesus on the cross held by a black cat with big golden eyes filled with big black pupils may seem foreboding for those that are the religious type, but I'm afraid for someone of my upbringing it's fairly mundane.
As well as the odd satanic rituals, there's just good old images which evoke the 1960s such as floral wreaths and long blond hair being shaken about in the wind. My childhood lacked a religious and spiritual outlet but that never really bothered my before- in America the Australians were met with the Christian culture shock as well as some who attended church with their host families. I could have been one of those lucky few, but luckily they chose to attend the children's soccer game instead. That was the temple and the prayers and songs were replaced with the helpful but intimidating banter of an Angry Soccer Mom.
I would make a terrible candidate for satanic rituals and being sacrificed in the name of some god- for one thing I can imagine the whole ordeal being very cold and impersonal and I get self-conscious easily. I can't sleep without any clothes on unless I've taken refuge under the covers and wrapped myself in a neat little cocoon of blankets. The candles and crosses would be a nice touch for scenery but I'm afraid my days of burning candles obsessively, tending to the flame and wax levels are over. I think I may develop an unhealthy and costly obsession if I decide to buy another one...
I prefer to think of myself as the hapless victim dressed in white dress, lying on a beach somewhere and becoming victimised by my 'saviours' trying to work off a thousand year old debt. Fortunately I'm not in a movie, don't wear white if I can help it and also don't own a pair of thigh high stockings to tease the boys. It's not stocking weather yet anyway and so I usually prefer black when it boils down to giving my legs a little extra warmth and layers to protect them from the cold. White is just such a naughty nurse stocking colour to wear... not very classy these days.
Although there are many colourful and delightful clubs to join at my university as well as volunteering positions it seems that none of them include chanting in a pentagram, surrounded by colourful wisps of incense, droning in an ancient language without any clothes. I wonder if the photograph above was staged or indeed if some hapless art student stumbled across this scene in his local park and decided to get a snap of it. I would predict staged though, the angle of the scene is above, indicating the use of a tree branch or step ladder to elevate one's position from the ground and create an angle for the photograph.
It's fun getting to dress like cat woman without all the leather and spandex as well as the whip-I am in no mood to cater towards some sick man's fantasy at the moment and the printed cats already have an artistic flair and edge about them. Maybe I just like the spiked edge around the word 'ECK' on my shirt and the way it resembles so many comic book action clouds of 'POW' whenever someone takes a hit to the face; as so many comic book villains do.
