A Farawell to Vans...

currently listening to: Kill Hannah - For Never and Ever, AFI - Sing the Sorrow, (note to self: why haven't you downloaded the new Placebo that came out this week? DUHHHH).

currently (about to watch): Bladerunner



Dear Vans,

I still remember when I first brought you home six years ago. I was about to start the tenth grade, ever convinced that I had finally found my "style" at that ripe age. Vans - the skater's choice of shoes. I never even stepped foot on a skateboard the entire time I owned you. Choosing fashion over function, (as everyone always does), I wore you to feel cool... and for six whole years I really, truly did. Within a matter of months, I took a bright purple sharpie to your white toe decoration and logo, for a touch of "DIY rebellion". It got me many compliments from other kids but frowns from my mother. Funny how the littlest change made all the difference.



You've been my first choice in footwear nearly every single day since then. You've always been so comfortable. I think I've worn you just about everywhere. My favourite pair of sneakers that I've ever owned. I never thought I'd see the day when I had to get rid of you, because I thought you'd last me forever. But today I could feel you physically hurting me, with each step I took. I realized you've fallen apart. Completely and utterly beyond repair. And if it's one thing I can't stand, it's PAINFUL SHOES.

So it is with a wistful sigh that I must FINALLY let you go. You did your job. For six. Entire. Years.

I'll miss you, Vans...




Hello New Nikes. I hadn't owned a pair of you since the fifth grade. (Middle school was all about Skechers, and high school and most of college was Vans, and sometimes Chuck Taylors... but Chucks aren't very comfortable).

Can you beat six years, Nike?? We'll just have to wait and see.



Hey... this guy's pair is cooler than mine. Hahaha.


The End.

<3

We weren't put here just to wait, you know...

It's only been two days since my last post but it feels like two weeks. I need to stop neglecting this blog so much. Haven't had time to dye my hair yet, but I'm still thinking about it. I should squeeze that in sometime this week during shopping and sewing, and redecorating my room. If I can.

ANYways...

I haven't been able to stop staring at the latest issue of Nylon. I really kind of have a love/hate relationship with that magazine. Sometimes it bores me to death or fails to get my attention in a positive way... other times I love it to pieces.

These are my favourite pages from this current issue: And, once again, I apoligize for the crappy quality of the photos taken with my digital camera. I don't own a scanner. Blah.

*Super cute spread featuring Taylor Momsen. How adorable is she? I still can't believe she's only 15... did anyone here look like this at 15? 'Cause I sure didn't.


*LOVING the clown/mime/harlequin styling. I wish I could do this hairstyle on my hair.


*I couldn't stop staring at this page. I love love LOVE this outfit. I'm not even sure why:


*And finally... I'm a sucker for short skirts/dresses. The shorter the better ;) haha, but seriously, this vintage dress is super cute. Maybe I can try to make one like it. Different colours, of course. And shoes. I need new shoes. I never thought I'd become one of those girls that becomes obsessed with cute shoes/heels but somewhere along the line I did. Shoes complete the outfit, after all.


Oh, and who remembers Samara... the uber creepy, yet somehow cute little girl that crawls out of the television screen in The Ring and killed everyone?? She's eighteen years old now!! That's her in the last photo!! How cool is that?!

"You have seven days."

HA!

<3