we interrupt this program for a very important announcement

YOU. RIGHT THERE. READING THIS PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A BLOG. I need your help. You see, there's this fantastic independent fashion journal called Worn. Last week, the kind, extremely well dressed folks there sent me an issue.  

Just as I had finally finished whittling the giant wood block of homework I had into a delightful gnome, ready to sing praises of Worn and how if it were a person, it would be your friend's cool older sister who is always wearing some awesome vintage getup and always sounds smart and funny AND YOU WANT TO BE JUST LIKE HER AND YOU WRITE IN RUN ON SENTENCES AND USE ALL CAPS TO CONVEY PASSIONATE EMOTIONS, I hear this news. 

YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT. Some no good, scum-between-my-toes dirtbags hacked into the lovely folk's bank account, and now they can't pay distribution costs. Mind you, the Wornettes are all volunteers, to boot! 

So, dig between your sofa cushions, hold a bake sale, or interpretive dance on the side of the road with a tip jar, whatever you can do to scrounge up some moolah to help out one of the greatest fashion zines of our time!

someone in my dictionary's up to no good

When it rains it pours, homework-wise. I'm really happy about that because I was beginning to worry I would be able to have time to blog/enjoy life again. I need to stop making excuses. If I have time to record fifteen minute videos of me eating chocolate pudding whilst simultaneously lip synching show tunes (a skill that, I must admite, I am quite proud of) for my friends, I have time for blogging GOSHDARNIT.

I'm giving up on this whole "hair" concept.

I made one of these Formspring contraptions, where you anonymously ask me questions or gush out your feelings or talk about some really great food you had and I can live vicariously through your stomach, and then I'll post and answer them here. My dear pal Hazel has one and I've admired it for sometime and because I am going through such a rut thought it might liven things up a bit around here (Have you noticed? This blog has become a bunch of posts of me complaining about complaining about not posting and then taking angsty self-portraits.) 

So please, ask way, dear friends.

fixing a hole.

Why do I never consistently post?

a.) I am currently swimming a sea of homework.

b.) I am just lazy.

c.) I spend all my free time googling where I can find Indian food within a 5 miles radius.

d.) I am busy cutting holes in my future prom dress, ala the Viktor and Rolf number below.

e.) I'm contemplating the natural food coloring thing going on with beets.

f.) all of the above.

  P.S. Take a look at the new header by Audrey Malo! Visit her Etsy shop, full of many delightful prints.

BENTO PERFECTION

I would like this for lunch everyday, please. 

OFF TO GO STEAM SOME RICE AND THINGS!

the entire confection.

I was talking with a friend today about our favorite scenes in a movie, of all time. I determined this is mine.

Those notoriously charming folks that comment at Youtube share my feelings, more or less:

"dam tht cake looks good-i know yall r thinking it too!"

"This IS epic caek."

"Hidden scenes - The revolting fat child dies of coronary heart disease not long after."

"I would need a freaking ton of milk to get through that thing..."

"he is my hero! i chugged my capri sun when he was eating the last of the cake and screaming!"

"i totally feel like him now. cause i'm eating half a pie"

"BRUCE PWNS FAT BITCHES!" (INDEED)

school daze.

My first day of school can easily be described in a single word: meh. It's not like I expected anything more than that blah blah i want to go to college blah blah everyone sucks blah teen angst. I've come to the conclusion that my ideal school is one in which Ina Garten is the principal and everyone is polite and cheery and wear dresses and we eat lobster pot pie and chocolate cake for lunch EVERY SINGLE DAY.

This is what I wore, sans the tights and a different belt. I was just lazy/sleep deprived the first day and didn't feel like taking a picture and had conveniently taken this one the other day.I KNOW I KNOW, this is such a profesh fashion blog. I mean where, in that large brilliant mind of mine, do I find such groundbreaking ensemble ideas?!

In other new, I just poured myself a bowl of chocolate chips. They've got that mystical,whiteness to them that is either A.) mold (does chocolate mold?) or B.)staleness from being in a open bag for too long. The fact that a bag of chocolate has gone uneaten in my home for so long that it's developed the said mystical whiteness is disgraceful.

 How was your first day of school?

P.S. The Etsy shop is up and running! Look over there, to the right!

i was takin' a walk.

Yeah. I know. Three weeks, no post.  That's because I am here in the summer heat making delicate oddities to sell in my Etsy shop with my own two bear paws. Actually, this is a lie. We totally have air conditioning, I spend 12% of my day working on the Etsy shop, and I like to think of my hands as dainty and ladylike (if you are wondering, the other 82% of my time is spent eating oatmeal and choreographing dances to Hall & Oates in my basement. I HAVE MY PRIORITIES.)

I have just been wallowing in laziness until school starts next week, but amidst my lounging on the couch, I have gathered some deep, philosophical thoughts:

1. I should make a DIY version of this shirt. I saw it the other day while flipping through my mom's Lucky magazine and since I love mostly everything with bows, it sang to me. Yeah, literally jumped off the page and belted out I Was Made For You.

If the folks at Net-A-Porter think I am going to dig through my sofa cushions to come up with $135 worth of change, they are mistaken. Get me a Hanes sweatshirt from the Target boys department and some black fabric and we're in business.

2. Egg creams are delicious. Do you have chocolate syrup and milk and some seltzer and a glass and a spoon? Yes? Go make one. Your soul will thank me.

3. Project Runway is boring me, gang. And don't even say it's Lifetime's fault because a channel that has brought such masterpieces as Pregnant at Fifteen and Terror at The Mall CAN DO NO WRONG. If the challenge tonight does not lead them to a fish market where they must construct corsets entirely out of  bones and duct tape, I will shake my fists in anger.

Well, that's that. The Etsy shop should be up in the next week. Start filling that jar on your kitchen counter that says "Funds to support that 15 year old mastermind with startling good looks."