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"Come sail away with me as we embark on a journey of wonder and chocolate. "

Red Ribbons Thursday, November 20 |

I've been really inspired by the school-boy blazer trend going on recently and plaid skirts. I thought about combining them and the result is the top half of me belonging at a boy's prep school and the bottom half belonging at an all girl's Catholic school. Oh and yellow shoes. Mostly because those are just wonderful. And they compliment the red so well. I also had fun with ribbons.

I am beginning to think that I am a glutton for punishment. I'm going to audition for our school musical, A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum, which will now be referred to as AFTHOTWTTF (good graces! even the acronym is long!!) or AFTH. Apparently the common sense half of my brain has stopped working because I'm already drowning in work and responsibilities and now I'm adding more to the mix. But, I miss acting and singing and theatre in general, so I'm going to go for it. Auditions are on Monday. I'm going to cry.












Blazer - Dad's; White Turtleneck - Mom's; Plaid Skirt - Swap; Belt - Mom's; Yellow Mary Jane Pumps - Target; Over-the-knee Socks - Target; Tights - Target; Bow - Walmart* (I added a safety pin); Hair bow - Target

Now I'm just sitting here and waiting for my pretty, velvety, ebay coat to come. And later today I have piano lessons. I can't believe I'm going to attempt to play The Firebird for recital. I told you I'm a glutton for punishment.

Until tomorrow avocadlings!

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Jetsetting in Paris Tuesday, November 18 |

Yes, today I was 'mon petite Parisian Muni'. I wore the beret I got from the flea market I went to last Sunday. I also wore my brand new skirt and shoes from Target. I felt so cute until a party pooper made a side comment to his comrade about my outfit. "Why is she wearing those shoes? And what's with the hat, we're not in France!" Well, excuse me for trying to liven things up a bit.










Yellow Mary Jane Pumps - Targe` (Target); Navy Beret - Flea Market; Skirt - Targe`; Red Top - ?; Tights - Targe`

Last weekend I made brownies (yum!) and this weekend aside from doing some style consulting for Marisa, I will be baking some gingerbread cookies. I'm so excited about this. You can look forward to a baking post and a "How To Do Your Own Laundry (because eventually you will have to)" post. The latter for Marisa's sake.




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style evolution Monday, November 17 |

Before I bombard you with outfit pictures, I think it's only fair to give you a clear idea of where I started and how I got to where I am today.

.The early days.
(circa pre-k to 5th grade)
I love my mother. Truly I do. But, fashionable and her do not go together in the same sentence. Therefore in those precious formative years I was oft found in ratty, torn up sweats and wait for it...windbreaker pants. Yes those horribly annoying pants that gave you a swishy theme song whenever you took a step, and came in colors that shouted "LOOK AT ME" in case the swishing wasn't bringing enough attention the wearer. Sadly, I owned a pair very similar to the ones pictured below. (Minus the paw print and with stripes on the side.)

.Pre-teen angst at it's finest.
(junior high 6th-8th)
That was my t-shirt & jeans phase. Until this point, jeans were a novelty amongst the piles upon piles of sweats and swishy pants. Now that I had more access to them- I went mad with a fervor for denim. Jeans to school, jeans to church, jeans to parties. Wherever I could wear them I would. I owned one skirt; exclusively for special occasions like going to grandma's house. I had enough t-shirts to clothe the children of the world. T-shirts from tennis tournaments, summer camps, and school functions; you name it- I had it on a t-shirt. Think Mount Kilimanjaro with t-shirts...that was my middle dresser drawer. Mom gets a break on this one, I think the t-shirt love came from the other side of the family. Let's not even get into how many he owns... I still have quite a few but now they've been delegated to gym clothes and sleepwear. Grooming head-wise was usually optional in the mornings. I wore my hair in loose buns and liked my glasses frames emo.

.Early high school.
(9th - 10th grade)
Even more jeans and t-shirts! The pair seemed inseparable. And even on those rare occasions when I attempted to dress up...I still clashed HORRIBLY. My shoe collection consisted of two pairs of boots, sneakers, and a pair of vans slip-ons that were ripping.

.Now.
(11th grade + beyond..because I like to think ahead)
I'm afraid to count the number of skirts I own. But I'll do it for your sake. 16. Sixteen skirts. What a huge jump from one. And from owning zero dresses (not counting the ones hiding in the back of my closet after piano recitals), I now have nine dresses (not counting things needing to be altered/fixed)- at least five of which I wear on a regular basis. And pants, well twelve pairs of those (most are jeans from previous years) and they grace my weekly outfits in trickles. In short, they are rarities. I think I wear jeans about once a month...if I remember to or have an off day. Now to my shoe collection. Well, let's just say that I'm going to give you a rough guesstimate and say I own seventeen pairs of shoes. Another huge, colossal jump in quantity. Not to mention I have more than one winter coat. Hair? I chopped it off over the summer which basically forces me to wear it out a majority of the time, and when I don't wear it out it's in a cute 50's styled up-do. Makeup? Yes please.

Here's a look at my current closet:


Shoes

Belts

Scarves

And my lovely hat collection, which I believe no girl should live without.

If I've done my job correctly, this entry has helped you to see the HUGE change that's taken place for me this year. I know you're just itching to see the transformation but I won't have an outfit post up until tomorrow.

Toodles my sweet little avocados!

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Welcome straggler! |


Hi!

I know you're probably scratching your head and wondering...how did I get here and what am I doing? (At least, I am.)
Don't worry though, I'm here to guide you through it!

This is my photo-blog!

It will someday be full of words, images, and a plethora of other fun and magical things. These things will most likely range from daily life, to food, to fashion, to crafting, to scarlet (I prefer scarlet over gold) nuggets of advice. With time, you will get to know me almost as well as you know the back of your hand. (I don't actually know the back of my hand that well though...so hopefully you're more knowledgeable on that subject.)

First things first! Introductions...

You can call me Mini, or Muni (whichever you prefer). I'm sixteen years of age. I live in these United States (of America). I like books, clothing, baking, crafts, movies, music, etc. You know...the usual. And taking pictures, of course!

Now that we know a little bit about each other, I don't feel as weird springing this on you. Flickr is holding my pictures for ransom!!

See that last sentence there!! What's a girl to do? Well, for now, I've returned to an old flame of mine. Photobucket.

Until next time my cute little avocados!!

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