It's Not Easy Being Green

..which is why I'm wearing red instead. Happy St. Patrick's day! I should have at least worn a leaf on my head or something like that. Hey, I saw this dress today that looked like a big leaf. Should've gotten that. I also saw these two cute old people today wearing green. The old man had a little shamrock shirt and I was like d'awwwwoldpeoplesocute! I hope I'm cute when I'm an old people.

I am sorry for the long drawn out outfit posts. I was sick yesterday and the day before. Seriously, I woke up at like four a.m. and starting barfing all over the place. Okay, not all over the place. I managed to get to the toilet. Either way, it was beautiful. I guess that counts for wearing green since I was able to see the beautiful colors inside of me. "You're not wearing green!" "What about my bile?!" "Hmmm. Yes, well.. I suppose that counts." Actually, it's more of a yellowish color. But that may have just been from the corn I ate. Okay okay, I'll stop describing my digested innards. I still don't much feel like eating food though, which is unfortunate because I like food. It's strange how it's possible for me to be repelled by the idea of eating food. What a sickening thought. Not too sickening. I don't feel nauseous, no worries!

Before I forgot, I wanted to say thank you to the lovely love over at Walk the Sand. Even though my blog was the one that was picked completely random out of all the others, I still wanted to thank her for picking mine! I won some wonderful animal inspired things from her closet-- I have never won anything before, so it's super exciting! You should take a peek at her blog, it's very inspiring!

So! Five or so days ago, I took this picture of the beauuutiful apple tree in the front yard (well, mom says it's an apple tree, but I think it's a pear tree. How should we know? It doesn't have fruit on it. For all we know it's a mustache tree). It's sad though because there were about two or three days of beautiful weather and then, suddenly, these grayish white clouds swam in and sat on the sun. It's hard to tell if it's the afternoon or six at night. Tomorrow is supposed to be pretty though so I can't wait!

Target blazer, F21 striped tank, whistle I found under my bed stuck onto a string,
Mudd shorts, Wet Seal tights, Amazon.com flats

Lace and Leather

I haven't had a chance to wear these ankle boots much. I hand studded the booties over Christmas and I remember how much my fingers ended up hurting and how long it took (3-4 hours?) but then how in the end it was totally worth it.

Today's fabulous, it's just beautiful outside! And 'cause Spring Break is officially on! I'm actually not that excited. Everyone is all, "Spring break, freedommmm!" and I'm all, "I'll have nothing to do.. wah!" I have no idea what I'm going to do, I think I'm going to do some of the DIY's I've been inspired to do. I also have some pretty spring pictures that I will put up soon. Everything is blooming so loverly and the birds are singing and la la la~ so wonderful! I hope everyone has a pretty weekend and hopefully all of your icky weather has gone away (I know we've had like three days straight of rain-- should I build an ark?).


Vintage skirt and tights, Target skirt, DIY booties
[but bootie base (hahaha) from TJ Maxx], Claire's pearl bracelet, F21 bangle

They're Waiting for the Sun to go Down

Today was so wonderful! I actually got to ride my bike outside.. I haven't been able to do that in forever! I had to wear a light jacket but it was still so perfect and lovely! Plus, I was reminded how out of shape I am now. Winter equals cold equals inability to ride bike equals frog equals out of shape Ali. It's a cycle that happens every winter (note: frog is a very important element and without it, self combustion may occur).



This friendly fellow perched so beautifully on a window outside our house today. Actually, he wasn't friendly at all, because when I said, "hello!" he scuttled away from me as quick as a tumbleweed past the saloon yee haw (*getting into character). How very rude of you, mister cat sir. Or ma'am. I never got a clear look.

Oh and also! on my last post, I got 20 comments and I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has commented and been so very nice to me all the way along! Especially my followers, I love you all dearly! That many comments I had never even dreamed of getting (or even getting followers, haha! 8 is a lot for me).. I cannot thank you all enough! Plus I thank the ever most stylish lady over at Fashion She Says for this delicious looking award:

Such fuzzy feelings today!

Oh! plus, here is a worm cake I recently made in honor of one of my friends coming back from Calirfornia. It's a dark chocolate cake with homemade chocolate icing and crushed up Oreos and gummy worms.. yay, dirt cake! It's nothing special but I remember seeing it in a magazine when I was a wee grasshopper and have wanted to make one ever since, so now my child persona is satisfied and I am ready to move into adulthood!!.. okay, maybe not.


F21 skirt, pendant from New Orleans, Wet Seal vest, Rodarte for Target tights,
gifted Corral boots, large gold bangle from Grammie

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