Monday, October 18, 2010

Cause & Effect // Trend & Its Influence

Taking a mere glimpse at lookbook always leaves me with an inevitable desire to formulate a shopping wish-list inspired by the fashion trends that seem to reappear on the inspirational web page. Below are some of my new-found fashion inspirations and the resulting additions to my list.




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Friday, October 8, 2010

Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired

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My mom blame's my "you think it's spring"-like attire for my struggling sinus systems. I blame the recent decrease in temperature. With a runny nose, serious t-zone congestion, and consistent fatigue, I plan on resorting to the following list this weekend in order to break away from the irritation caused by my pressured state of mind.

1. Hot tea with lemon.
2. Heating pads (they somehow make everything better.)
3. Harry Potter movie-thons.
4. Cambells tomato soup.
5. Playing catch-up on missed t.v. show episodes.
6. Cuddling up with not one, but two down-comforters.
7. Iced gingerale.


*photo from weheartit.com*


Thursday, October 7, 2010

Autumn in Pictures, thus far...

(I'm clearly far too dedicated to seasonal tradition...)

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Monday, October 4, 2010

Family Ties

One of my favorite past times is re-visiting old memories by re-discovering the multiple boxes of photographs that helped document my childhood. My family and I have turned this simplistic action of flipping through piles of blueprints into a ritualistic event that almost always results in laughter and amusement. This weekend, my family and I practiced this tradition yet again, and this particular time, we came across some very beautiful photographs of my mom (see below). Although I'm always feeling thankful for my mom's presence, seeing these pictures of her and her unique beauty reminded me how grateful I am to have her in my life.

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"in any case, you are always there,
tremulous breath at the end of my line,
curve of water upleaping
to my water rod, dazzling and grateful,
touching and sucking."

-sylvia plath