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Saturday, March 19, 2011

Flowerbrains

Ew, I haven't posted in aaages. Sorry. It's just that when I get out of the swing of blogging, I get kind of blaaaaaaaaaaghghghg and everything's just blaaaaaaaaaaaaghggh, and, yeah, this happens.

Hennyways.

I went on a school trip to Los Angeles last week! It was reasonably fun (except for the social interaction thing, which was awkward), and I met Elvis!

And when Darth Vader touched me, my brains exploded.

(Hollywood!)


(at LACMA)

So, so, so, there's my outfit. The quality's kind of bad because I had to steal these from the pictures my friend put up on Facebook...

Can you see the necklace okay? I would like to draw your attention to the necklace I made this by cutting up a pair of nylon stockings and knotting the bits together.
DIY!! Liberate the women!! (Although I do often wear nylons. And I think I read somewhere that nylons freed women from girdles and all the ancient unwieldy underwear contraptions of yesteryear. But, well, anyway.)

Also featuring:
-top from please don't ask me I don't remember where I get most of my clothes
-skirt made my grandmotherfuckinggrandmom
-tights and shoes from ????????it's a mystery!????????????

We also went to Olvera Street that day, which was... not that cool (lots of stands selling Mexican-ish kitschy stuff for tourists), but… I bought a lime green ukulele (which, upon further inspection, turned out to be a tiny guitar), and a wooden bracelet decorated with Catholic-y pictures. It’s a smidge too small and kind of falling apart, and I rather regret the purchase (WAY OVERPRICED, LADY!!) but, like, it’s still kind of cool?

So, I'll go learn how to play that damn guitar and put something cool together with that fucking bracelet, and hopefully blog more consistently; and I encourage you, in the meantime, to"Honk 4 Jesus!!!" and tell me how awesome I am.