One Summer's Day

Bandana: vintage, Sparrow Necklace: Ebay, Black top: H&M, Dress: Delia's, Belt: H&M, Leggings: Old Navy, Shoes: Chuck Taylor

So it's not summer, in fact, it's the second day of October, and typically Minnesota takes that as an excuse to turn us all into snowmen. But this weekend, however, is insanely warm. It's supposed to get up to 80 this week (it wasn't even that warm in the last month of summer) so I'm pretending that it's still mid-July and I'm a little 50's schoolgirl frolicking about in freedom. Summer typically doesn't include my father screaming his uvula out while watching the Viking's game, but we'll pretend along with my mid-century summer fantasy that that isn't happening.

On another side of things, I don't believe I've ever shown/discussed my bracelet collection on this blog yet. I have several meaningful bracelets that I wear everyday on both wrists, and the collection keeps growing steadily.

My left wrist: The Obama bracelet is a play on the typical saints bracelet, I found it for $5 at the French Market in New Orleans (which is a large outdoor flea market), and I knew I simply had to buy it. The peace sign bracelet was a gift from my Grandparents from Las Vegas, and in my opinion is the coolest way to symbolize my belief in peace. The last one is a Tibetan Eye bracelet from a voodoo shop in New Orleans, and it's supposed to protect me from evil. Oh, and there's also the friendship bracelets, I made the rasta one and my friend Katt made the other one.

My right wrist: The first one is the Hand of Bibi Fatima, which represents femininity in the Islam culture. It's from, as pathetic as it sounds, Valleyfair.....but it's the symbol nonetheless. The green beaded bracelet was a gift from Sam, who gave it to me one day as a "surprise," quite adorable, in my opinion. The pentacle bracelet is to symbolize the Wiccan religion and I found it at Spencer's at the Mall of America. The "stress is overrated" bracelet is from the giftshop at Gooseberry Falls up in Northern Minnesota. The black ones are actually ponytail holders, but I wear them as bracelets. They say Good Luck, and my friend Anna got them for me in China.

Here's the real inspiration for the title, from my absolute favorite movie Spirited Away:



You want more fans, I want more stage

This song is called "Anyone Else But You" by the Moldy Peaches

It's become somewhat of an anthem for me and Sam's relationship

These McQueen shoes have a steampunk feel to them. Steampunk fashions:

And now for some inspiration

I adore the sound of bagpipes, especially when they play Amazing Grace

That guy up there is actually me. In a past life.

Had this for dinner tonight, and it never fails to inspire creativity

I read about this t-shirt online and how JCPenney had to remove it from their girls line after they got complaints about its message. That makes me happy.

The world just got a little more feminist :)



Or maybe just a little more geeky.

(speaking of feminism, I went out for a drive today for the first time after getting my permit on Tuesday and anyone who saw me would agree that I'm living proof of the long-debated fact: women are better drivers than men)

Out.



Falling back in time.....and artists are messy creatures

Quite a bit of red in my wardrobe, wouldn't you say?

Also, this is the floor of my room in its current state:

I might have cleaned a bit since this shot was taken, and by cleaning I mean moving the messenger bag to the other corner.

And yes Potter fans, that is a Ravenclaw tie on the floor ;)

In between the vomiting.....

No, I'm not cutting class to sneak down to the computer lab and update my blog. I am, however, home sick. That part I don't mind so much, it's nice to have a chance to laze around on the couch once in awhile. The part that really gets me was that the day I had to come down with a fever, the only day of the year thus far, was FIFTIES DAY at school. I had on my cutest A-line summer dress, a belt as wide as the Golden Gate bridge, my hair curled to no end, and was just about to slick on my cherry-red lipstick when wouldn't you know? I collapse with a migraine and start vomiting all over the place. I had to reassure my mom that "no, I was not drinking last night," brush out my curls (the saddest part), and hop in the bathtub. Oh, and miss the 8:00 bell of course. But that was a given ;) Anyway, to cure my boredom and please the general public, I'm here to blog. And post a stupid picture that cracks me up every time I see it.



Oh yeah, and here's a nice fashion quote straight from my personal life: "CHARLIEEEE are you wearing a tube top around your waist again?!"

That will be all.

~Charlie

Busy Life=Abandoned Blog

Why does it seem like every post is an apology for never posting?! Ok, I'll make this one short and sweet, and just cut to the chase. Sorry. I don't know how I'll gather my dreamed loyal gathering of readers at this rate. Oh well. Live and learn, right? Well anyway, my musical just finished up and I don't know how to say it any other way than IT WAS ONE HELLUVA SHOW! It was Grease, so the bar was set pretty high. We completely pulled it off though! Aside from opening night, something went wrong with the cast each day we performed it. Our Danny lost his voice the second night, couldn't sing at all. Yup. No understudies either. Luckily, one of the other amazing T-Birds jumped in for him and performed his heart out. Couldn't have asked for a better group of actors to perform with. I and my onstage-boyfriend got to take second place at the "Hand Jive Dance Contest," which I daresay was the highlight of my individual performance. Anyway, the crowd loved it, it was a blast to put on, and it taught us how to navigate the sticky situations that stage theatre often presents. What more could we ask for in a show? I think all that's left to say now is: GREASE IS THE WORD!



Pre-prom scene dressing room shot. (I'm the one in the sky blue dress if you can't tell)

Oh the fantastic fifties.

One of my many weeknesses.