Thursday, September 25, 2014

The Yellow Starburst

I recently saw this post on Pinterest that said:

“Girls, don’t let a guy treat you 
like a yellow starburst, 
you are a pink starburst”

I found this funny and adorable of course, but I love yellow starburst. Don’t get me wrong, I get that the message is don’t let someone treat you less than you are, but it got me thinking about a conversation I had with my dad.

I was telling him my concern about finding someone who liked me for who I was, when suddenly a memory came to mind:

About two years ago, when I was still in high school, I remember telling a friend of mine about this exact same concern.

"I'm worried no guy will like me since I'm not the style that guys tend to like."

Her words to me were: “well, maybe you should consider dressing differently then”. 

At first (inwardly) I was angry about what she said. Then this week, after talking to my dad about it, I thought back on her words and realized something honest in what she said. 

If I am truly that concerned and unhappy I really could change. 

It made me realize that I like being a yellow starburst. What I really want is to find someone who accepts my yellow starburst-ness.

I'm a yellow starburst. 
I’m not most guys favorite “flavor”, 
and that's okay.

I just don’t want to pretend or make myself more “pink” in order to find a guy quicker or more conveniently.

So I hope that a guy treats me like the yellow starburst that I am, and never wishes I would just be pink. 


Total Disclaimer: I think it is fabulous if your favorite starburst is pink and you feel totally "pink" in your style and way of life. That's awesome! Love being you ;) And that quote at the biggining speaks nothing but truth! Don't let nobody treat you any less then what you are, which is a beautiful human being. 

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

I am so very ready.

Happiest First Day of Autumn!
Guess who is so beyond ready for sweater weather . . . . . . . That's right THIS girl is!

I seriously can't wait to show off my (quiet) large collection of so called "ugly" sweaters!

I've sort of already started getting ready for the fall even though the lowest it's been is 76° this past week. So for today, here is just a few pics that capture the autumn soul in my clothes.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

The Magic of Clothes



There is a certain magical power putting on clothes. It's like wearing a sketch or journal entry on your body for everyone to see. It can be a part of who you are or who you'd like to be. Certain shirts hold memories or say something about you. The mixture you put together in an ensemble can express your multiplicity better than a phrase ever could. 

Clothes have always been apart of society. Princesses had their "uniforms" just like chimney sweepers and social reformers did. Clothes that said, this is who I am. Eventually there grew this freedom with clothing in society. you no longer were restricted to the one uniform people expected you to wear. You could try on the Hippie or the Business Woman any time you wanted. You can even mix the 2 together! Some might say there are still strong expectations and opinions on how we should dress today. . .and they're right. 

People might look at you and wonder what the Hey-Hey your doing. Them people be Nay-Say-ers.

Dress how you'd like. 
Dress how you are.
Dress how you'd like to be someday.
Dress like a Princess.
Be a Unicorn for a day.
Be Both! 

All the time I get the "you look great, but I could never pull that off". . . um. . . 

A. You don't know till you try
2. Who the Hey-Hey cares if you can't "pull if off" 
III. Make mistakes! Don't be afraid of a failure in fashion, that's how you learn!

The truth of the matter is, you'll back and think you looked stupid not matter what you do!
(Just think of your parents looking back at their high school photos)
You really might as well have fun with it!

P.S. Not to brag, but this unicorn shirt is amazing.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Fashion Blog?

"Are you gonna start a fashion blog?" my roommate asks when I tell her to take a picture of my outfit. 

The truth is I've always wanted to. So, then . . .why haven't I? It's a long string of excuses from my inability with technology to self doubt to questioning if my style is truly fashionable or a lack thereof. But yes, here I am. Trying again to start a "fashion" blog, though I'm not sure that that's the true and proper term for what this blog will be. I'd call it more of a bits of me mod podged on this supposedly simplistic blog sight. Think of it as a Miranda-ized version of Vanity Fair. Though you might be wondering what something looks like when it's "Miranda-ized". Well we'll find out together I suppose.