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tragedy, take a look at me

This morning I was FULL OF ENTHUSIASM, ready to make half a dozen posts, happy about the pictures I took last week, etc. etc. Several hours of useless work later, I don't know what the bloody point is when Windows Vista equals little less than suicide, IE keeps shutting down, my pictures turn out crap to begin with and online photo editors systematically remove what little good they did have. Oh well, in case you were manically interested in my new coat and ankle boots, feel free to try and see them?

random outfit all from H&M; scarf by Pieces?

finally, a proper winter coat... H&M, again. Cap, H&M. I'd ban H&M if I knew where else to buy my clothes. ♥

The Vagabond boots I ran into in the sales! Vagabond shoes almost NEVER fit me right, but these babies are pretty much the most comfortable thing I've worn for years.

For the next post, I'm going back to my own computer, never mind having to hold the screen with one hand while I use photoshop with the other.

New Life

story of my life.

I'm sorry to anyone who actually reads or used to read this blog, I'm trying to re-activate it. Currently sick, possibly able to catch up with a pile of pictures at some point.

PS. Did I mention I'm 19? 23/01, nothing big happened, forgot to advertise it even when given a perfect chance, had a cake party for three on Sunday.

put me in your hair; I'll be happy there

Winter = depressing
and
computer = distressing
=>
blog - effort > blog + effort
(so blog has to be a negative value, huh)


I've utilized a new scarf that I found in the attic. Actually you've seen it in the background of some previous pictures.


Call me simple-minded but this excites me:


see you in the sunshine.

family collaboration

This morning it took me a whole hour to get dressed. It usually does, but usually it's 75% dozing off in my bra; today I spent the whole time quite actively running around crying after items I don't own.

jumper from mum, studded belt from brother; skirt & tights from H&M.

My wardrobe isn't big in any case, but my winter gear is limited to a collection of two thick baggy jumpers, both of which I'm sick of by now, so today I dived into my mother's closet and found... another baggy jumper. Everyone thought I looked like Tove Jansson. Luckily my brother found his studded belt. I've been wanting one for a while.
PS that skirt is so bloody faded!

& I'm also sick of self-timer. And the mess in my room and consequent lack of sensible backgrounds. And my camera which seems to be damaged, see the lines in the black parts of the picture?

best go down without a fight

My -12°C outside +23°C inside look:



Some time last week wearing Zara shirt, Only cardigan, New Look jeans. Points: white eyeshadow, not going out all day, freezing anyway because my room is only half insulated. It's so unspecial, you should probably concentrate on the artistic props in the last picture.

I'll write something some day, lol.

anticlimax time

Today I was wearing my 0°C outfit:
Dress: Miss Selfridges
Hoodie: H&M
Jumper: from Grandma's attic
Leggings: H&M
Over-knee socks: Marks&Spencer
(+ DinSko boots & my new scarf which you haven't seen.)

I suppose the point of this outfit is winter & girliness............ I feel like going ice-skating in it. I like the fact that I don't have to wear a coat to go out but don't feel suffocated by layers either.



I've spent New Year's Eve mostly organizing my desk & drawers. And learning to start a car. No parties for me, but at least I'm going to be awake at midnight (because this post has taken three hours to make because my computer screen is still broken).

I'm adament about posting this before 2009 because otherwise I just might score an universal Lamest Post Of The Year title before the year in question has even kicked in properly.

BUT I'M SO HAPPY BECAUSE I CAN SEE MILES AND MILES OF DESK S U R F A C E. This has got to be the best New Year's ever :''')

Happiness is just a cut away!

I realized that growing my hair would mean looking shitty for the next 2 years just to reach something that might not be flattering either. Then I realized that I've wasted the past four months feeling unhappy about my hair & spending too many of my scraps of self-esteem on telling myself it's tolerable. (I have a limited amount, I'm convinced.) Then I decided that I'd immediately feel better if I immediately did something about it.


I'm getting it improved in the near future, I promise, having someone even it out tomorrow later today and then I'll go to the hairdresser's and... we'll see.


I have a deep-set negative attitude towards hairdressers, but truth be told, I'm only so suspicious because I can't get over the trauma I got having my hair cut short for the first time; I went to the hairdresser my mum used and the haircut I came out with was exactly what would look ~edgy~ for a 40-year-old housewife. I was 14. I was asked whether I was my own parent once.

Nevertheless, all my experiences since then have been positive. It's something I keep forgetting, but statistics agree that really I have nothing to fear.


(deliberately misquoting, sry.)

Old & New & Coming to accept high waists

On Saturday I had to pick up a concert ticket, so wearing my favourite last solution outfit: skirt by H&M and cardigan by Primark. Depressing hair cunningly placed under cap.

I also had a few hours for sweating in post-Christmas sales, all I bought was one normal-price item:
New skirt from H&M, with shirt by same. Pictures by Suvi. Yesterday.

Story of the Day: I used to be subconsciously afraid of high waists, probably as a result of realizing how unattractive my high-waisted jeans were sometime near the end of lower level, although why that would apply to all clothing I'm not sure. I've even come to like some high-waisted trousers - strictly on skinny people, that is, sry - but I've only recently come to terms with wearing high-waisted clothing myself. (I suppose the skirt with braces was like a bridge.)

One thing I'm proud of, though, is never pulling my tutu down to my hips when I did ballet. Most of the other girls did. Lolz on them.

I think I need to get some more practice on being photographed by others :D

PS: My laptop screen is acting up so I take no responsibility on any visual aspects, including spelling.

Merry Christmas?

if it's not too late to say that.

(I just had to buy these candle holders for myself...)


My favourite gifts were the tape measure brooch, the novel Virgin Suicides and the Armani code perfume. :)



Sry for naff post, I'm still exhausted from getting out of bed on Christmas Eve! I should put together a few posts I've been thinking about but... don't get too excited.