The only thing better than a weekend is my weak spot for nature that seems to intermittently leave me in awe. There’s a cryptic stereotype kind of emotion that for some reason seems to persist and I just can’t seem to get over my anxiety and curiosity. Creepy insects – they might be a blooming shade of air force blue and flamingo pink but I can almost guarantee you that I’d much rather have them as near to me as my camera can zoom in.
Scrolling down my Instagram feed after a long day has become somewhat like my cup of tea. Constantly awing over every well-patterned, boldly colored, perfectly structured silhouettes designed to steal the show if not the old notes sitting scantily in my purse.
You might be under the impression that I’m a tad bit inconsistent. Maybe even a bit whimsical. But that’s the thing about perfectionism; constantly holding back because you don’t want to put up articles that simply don’t reflect you and your authentic self. Before I babble into some thesis about what I’m working on and why I need you guys to be a bit patient with my creative process, can we talk about the weather for just a second?
I’m a little thrilled that it’s back to school week…why? Well because that just gives me a couple of months til I’m officially done with my undergraduate degree!!! Calls for a celebratory dance don’t you agree? *ques yoga*
A few of those essential elements I think every single person needs to invest in – in this punchy season.
The alluring aura generated by intricately woven pieces such as this is only a sinful sensation of mind boggling questions and treachery left to disrupt the mind from raindrops and windy spells at 4 PM during rush hour, when the sky is cloudy and the roads a puddle infestation.
I get this warm fuzzy feeling everytime I’m in something pink only because there’s something mystic about this hue that has me feeling a little girlier than usual….Do I see you judging? Yes you over there lightly giggling? Hahaha.
I almost feel like I’m summoning my 9 year old self ..which is not necessarily a bad thing or at least I’d like to think.
The best part about Saturday mornings was always breakfast and cartoons…the type of situation that called for an elementary raiment…if that’s even a situation.
Honestly I don’t have any colour preferences but if I had to pick a pallet, yellow and pink would be somewhere in my top 5 simply because subsequent shades and tones of these hues easily transition through seasons.
Prodigious, marvelous, extraordinary, unparalleled.
Just a few words to describe the magnum opus that is Steve Madden
Have you ever woken up with this sudden urge to wear a space suit?
No? Yeah! Me neither.