Into the Ocean Blue

Today, I got in trouble for wearing this. Imagine this outfit without the belt and the skirt pulled down a little more to my knees (which is where it naturally sits). My grandmother made this skirt specifically long enough and to my knees so that I wouldn't get in trouble for it. It's three inches longer than mid-thigh in front and one and a half inches longer in back, so longer than it should be. Funny how other girls can run around and pass the teachers without a word going to them, all the while wearing tunics for dresses.

I go to her office and wait a little, my heart beating. I don't know what will happen. I don't know why I'm worried, I shouldn't be, I've done nothing wrong. She comes in a few minutes later and tells me to stand up, turn around, then face her again. I do. She says my skirt is fine, then later tells me that I'm "pushing it." I ask her if my tights have anything to do with it and she says yes, that they're "distracting" and that they "drew too much attention." She said I shouldn't wear them anymore and that the heels didn't help either. Yes, I am aware that heels elongate your legs, but that doesn't mean that your actual leg length is going to change. Heels are supposed to make your legs look longer. But your legs are going to stay their normal length even when you're wearing heels (unless heels magically give you a growth spurt and then a shrink spurt when you take them off). I totally understand why you don't want me to wear fishnet tights to school. I know when something's going to make you look like Santa's jolly laughter and I know that fashion can be a little on the.. unique side sometimes. I didn't think these tights were like that, I thought they were fun and a little quirky. People told me that they liked them, too.

So, the principle lady knows my name. When she told me to come to her office, she didn't have to ask my name. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I don't want her to think I'm "one of those girls" and that the reason I dress up is to cause distractions and try to be some sexy prostitute. I dress up because it's fun, what I like to do; I don't like looking like everyone else. I don't like it when someone doesn't like me or thinks something bad of me. Knowing something like that is equivalent to the feeling before a big test, but the feeling never goes away. It's still here haunting me, and even though I know the facing of the principle lady is over, it still feels like it hasn't come and won't ever come.

There's no person I know of who I have a grudge against or who has a grudge against me, and that's nice and how I like it and how it should be. I'm a good-minded person.. but I'm afraid that's not what she sees in me. She's nice about it and I know other people think she's a mean lady sent from Mars, but I honestly don't think she's mean. I know she's just doing her job and I respect that. I know it's not like she's targeting just me. It's not like she's purposely missing the girls who run around wearing tunics, I just think she could find someone better to ask to her office. I never ended up getting in trouble, but it still freaks me out and I don't want to be negatively known by the administration.

My current mood is definitely like a pigeon perched on a pile of poop (props to my English teacher for making that up).

Okay, but anyway, let us not bring bad news into the blogging world! On a happier note, thank you so much Nami for making this skirt! This one fits amazing and is long enough for school, mom and I measured it and everything and it's beyond perfect. Plus it's the cutest color! This week is a good week because I've completed all of my graduation exams and so all juniors and seniors get to come to school late (at 11:40!). My friend and I went to breakfast this morning and then sat in my car singing loudly-- err, yelling-- to the first five songs of Britney Spears' CD (with oops! I did it again on it) while pretending that water bottles were microphones. Our throats will definitely hurt tomorrow, but it'll be well worth it.


F21 tank and belt, Nami-made skirt, Body Central necklace, WM belt, Fioni heels

Strawberry Symphony

I'd pretty much say this is a nothingspecial outfit, but that's not why I posted it.. I posted it because this is the first skirt my gramma Nami made for me! It is amazing and adorable and everything in between! I helped her make about half of it (but she fixed my terrible half and made it look prettier, haha) and picked out the fabric. We couldn't find any ditzy floral prints, so we picked the next best thing-- yummy strawberries, hoorah! The name Nami derives from my inability to say "grammie" when I was little, and it just stuck. I didn't know her name wasn't Nami until about three years ago when my dad started calling her "Alma"-- but Alma reminds me of almonds, which are delicious and have the tendency to make me very hungry, and so I try to refrain from calling her Grammie Almond-- err, Grammie Alma. It just sounds strange to me! Nami fits much better, yes yes!

Nami-made skirt, Target tank top and ruffle shoes, Grammie&Grandad
gifted bird necklace, Dad gifted dolphin necklace from Brazille

Tuxedostache

Sorry for the slowness, I've had lots of tests in the past few days! Things will be sure to speed up within the next week. My grandma has so graciously offered to make me pleated skirts in any color or pattern I'd like! I'm wearing one of them for you all to see next week during school, plus another one is coming in the mail. It's so exciting! I hope you all are going to have a wonderful weekend!

handdecorated tuxedo shoes, handmade mustache necklace, Wet Seal vest, Express dress

Look, Ma--No Red!

I'm so proud of myself! I finally wore black and white without wearing red.. this calls for a celebration! /gets out a bunch of peacocks. Celebraaaate!

Sooo, whenever I can make a cake for a project, I make a cake. Last year for biology, I made plant cell cupcakes with my buddy. For history this year, I made "Britain" for the Battle of Britain in World War II. I tried to make it as accurate as possible. Yes, didn't you know Great Britain only had four trees and three buildings on their entire island? Obviously someone needs to brush up on their history! At the very end of explaining my cake, I dumped milk dud "bombs" on it, completely covering the cake. I found it to be quite fun ruining something that took so long to make, haha!

And last year's plant cell cupcakes..

Walmart dress, TJ Maxx tights, mom's Fioni heels, F21 fringe necklace,
Claire's diamond bracelet, mom's old bracelet, Body Central weave-y bangles

A Cinderella Story

Tonight was the Beauty Walk. I was dragged into it by my friend (who dragged in another friend, as well) about a month ago. I thought it would be fun and an interesting experience, so I agreed to do it. And it was fun! Of course, I didn't even get in the top 8 (out of 14 girls) but I didn't go there with high expectations of winning, so I'm not disappointed in myself or anything like that-- I did what I could and to the best of my ability! Who ever knew walking across a stage could be so frightening? I do feel bad for the girls who bought expensive dresses and did not even place as runner-ups, though. One girl bought a $900 dress and was talking about how she didn't eat the whole day... and I've been stuffing my face more than I have any other day this week! (you can tell I haven't had any experience with this)

It was fun getting my hair done. I left a little after noon and it took two hours! But it's so pretty-- I never knew my hair could do that, it seems much to thin to! After that, we went home and my mom helped me do my make up, we stuck some sparkly things in my hair, I stuck on the weird and squishy silicone bra thing (amusing? quite!), mom zipped and laced up the dress on me, and put on the clear platform heels she bought for me from a stripper website (the pageant required clear shoes-- mom doesn't want you guys to think she's cheap!). When we got there, everyone looked so pretty! I don't care who won, I think that everyone there looked gorgeous and deserved recognition. The dresses all looked so beautiful on them. Everyone was telling me that I looked like Cinderella or a fairytale princess. I love Cinderella... apparently, my mom has a video of me when I was little reading the entire Cinderella story by memory.

All in all, it was a fun experience. I felt pretty, my friends felt and looked absolutely amazing, we had fun (although walking across the stage was nerve wracking at first!) and we appreciated ourselves a little more, even if we didn't win-- the most important thing of all! [/end of empowering and deeply inspiring speech]