Hello, friends! I haven't had access to a computer for a few days, and so I've decided to combine {Fashion} Friday, {Random} Saturday, and {Soulful} Sunday into one big snowball post. Therefore, I get to talk about fashion, music, and something completely irrelevant. Jeepers! What a swell day!
{Fashion}
Growing up, I hated looking like a prissy little princess. Bows were obnoxious, frills were of the devil, and oh. Don't you even get me started on the color pink. I wanted to be cool like my brothers, to fly under the radar and worry more about riding bikes than what color my fingernails were painted. My poor mother has told me time and time again that I never let her play with my hair. When I was eight and wanted to get bangs, she made me curl my hair every day for a month before I had "earned" the opportunity to do so. To a rambunctious child it seems like torture, but looking back I feel terrible for her! A 20-something woman running a daycare center with only one daughter to call her own, not to mention fresh from a brief but successful modeling career, couldn't even do her baby girl's hair. Thank goodness my little sister Mookie actually asks to have her hair done! Hopefully she redeems my stubborn reluctance.
Those who know me now would likely have an aneurysm before believing such a history. (Note last week's Wedding Wednesday for more details.) I'll keep it short and sweet by saying that I am, as stupid as I know it sounds, actually quite passionate about fashion. No. I'm not a Bratz doll. And they're not fashionable in the slightest. Just so we have that covered. I subscribe to too many magazines and I like to weed out the downright silly opinions from those that could, in fact, make at least an inkling of sense. Okay, so everyone is in agreement that Lady Gaga has some serious issues somewhere in her mind. But she takes risks, and I would be a liar if I didn't come clean about having tremendous respect for that. Think of fashion as the stock market: if you never take any risks, you won't ever get anywhere. But if you throw it all on the line, you could either fail miserably or soar to brand new heights. Plus, if you do fail, you can always come back. The key is resilience and determination.
In the winter of 2009, I stumbled upon a massive sale at the Express in Salt Lake City. I've had an on and off relationship with the store since we met, and this was definitely an ON day. In the many (however rapidly emptying) clearance racks I discovered a pair of leggings that I had seen in one of their major campaign advertisements. The last pair in the entire store! I looked at the price tag. They cost $20. Now, that seems like a lot for a pair of leggings. But it's an awful lot less than the original $98 ticket. I held my breath and, with shaking hands, fumbled to find the size. It's possible that I could have passed out on the spot. Small! The very last pair, 80% off, in my size. Best. Day. Of. My. Life.
{Raaandom}
I saw the new Batman movie last night. The theater was actually not as packed as I expected it to be, and I have to wonder if the most incredible film I've ever seen is hurting financially because of the Colorado shooting incident. My heart goes out to all those affected by the event. In truth, I was very highly on my guard! Every time there was gunfire on the screen my eyes flashed down to the front of the theater, just in case.
{Music}
{Fashion}
Growing up, I hated looking like a prissy little princess. Bows were obnoxious, frills were of the devil, and oh. Don't you even get me started on the color pink. I wanted to be cool like my brothers, to fly under the radar and worry more about riding bikes than what color my fingernails were painted. My poor mother has told me time and time again that I never let her play with my hair. When I was eight and wanted to get bangs, she made me curl my hair every day for a month before I had "earned" the opportunity to do so. To a rambunctious child it seems like torture, but looking back I feel terrible for her! A 20-something woman running a daycare center with only one daughter to call her own, not to mention fresh from a brief but successful modeling career, couldn't even do her baby girl's hair. Thank goodness my little sister Mookie actually asks to have her hair done! Hopefully she redeems my stubborn reluctance.
Those who know me now would likely have an aneurysm before believing such a history. (Note last week's Wedding Wednesday for more details.) I'll keep it short and sweet by saying that I am, as stupid as I know it sounds, actually quite passionate about fashion. No. I'm not a Bratz doll. And they're not fashionable in the slightest. Just so we have that covered. I subscribe to too many magazines and I like to weed out the downright silly opinions from those that could, in fact, make at least an inkling of sense. Okay, so everyone is in agreement that Lady Gaga has some serious issues somewhere in her mind. But she takes risks, and I would be a liar if I didn't come clean about having tremendous respect for that. Think of fashion as the stock market: if you never take any risks, you won't ever get anywhere. But if you throw it all on the line, you could either fail miserably or soar to brand new heights. Plus, if you do fail, you can always come back. The key is resilience and determination.
Since that fateful evening, I have found many uses for this blessed article of clothing. I wore them to a dance party, to school (a few times, until I realized that all the boys were unknowingly staring me up and down and I felt naked. Not to mention several kids I'd never spoken two words to suddenly felt it was their right to touch my thigh), to perform in our school's version of American Idol, and to Times Square in New York on New Year's Eve. Heck, I got noticed in the fashion capital of the United States! To say that these leggings changed my life would be an understatement.
I realized that it's okay to stand out. A good thing, even! I started shopping for what I really longed to wear, instead of what I already knew was deemed acceptable to wear. We shouldn't have to fall back on a trend or worry about looking "normal" to everybody else. Who cares? The way we choose to dress is an expression of our individualism - or lack thereof. I'm proud to say I don't lack it! And for those who are content with tossing on a t-shirt and jeans day in and day out, I'm not going to tell you it's wrong. The only thing that matters is that you're happy and comfortable with what you're wearing. I love a good pair of sweats to sleep in, but I'd flip a lid if I had to wear them during the day! Once I showed up to an Encore rehearsal in a pair of sweatpants and I literally could not dance because I didn't feel graceful in the slightest. It goes both ways! If a pair of Adidas is vital to your regular uniform, you may or may not suffer from cardiac arrest or heart failure upon donning stilettos. Focus more on how you feel than how you look.
I saw the new Batman movie last night. The theater was actually not as packed as I expected it to be, and I have to wonder if the most incredible film I've ever seen is hurting financially because of the Colorado shooting incident. My heart goes out to all those affected by the event. In truth, I was very highly on my guard! Every time there was gunfire on the screen my eyes flashed down to the front of the theater, just in case.
Apart from that, I must have been a sight to see as I watched that glorious motion picture. I chewed my lip, covered my mouth, covered my eyes, parted my fingers warily so I could still watch, pulled my knees up to my chest, ran my fingers through my hair anxiously, rubbed my temples, cried like a baby in that my bottom lip stuck out in a frustrated little pout, ceased breathing several times, and actually came to a teetering halt on the very edge of a panic attack. Normally I fall asleep during movies (which has driven certain people to sheer madness - WHY are you not enjoying this?!), but I was entranced and hopelessly fixated throughout the entire thing. Amazing. Go see it. And if you have already, go see it again.
{Music}
I am learning to play The Hours by Philip Glass on the piano. I don't play the piano. It is difficult, but coming. Sit back, relax, and listen to the whole thing.
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