I have a lot on my mind at the moment. An opportunity presented itself this week and I’ve begun the process for a possible career change. Nothing is guaranteed, and I am worrying about insignificant details. There’s a lot to be thankful for, so why am I so stressed out?
I’m currently learning Japanese, which has been tough yet fun with Rosetta Stone. I know enough to have a conversation with a dumb toddler and point out obvious observations like, “The bike is green” and “She is eating rice.” Yeah, I know, you’re impressed.
This dress, which is doubling as a skirt, reminds me of Japanese cherry blossoms. I think dusty rose is a perfect color for fall. I get stuck wanting to always wear black tights and pants in the cold, when a long dress or skirt can be just as warm on a fall Houston day.
I don’t wear this skirt as often as I should. I feel powerful and feminine in this piece, which reminds me of the ocean with its pleats and deep navy color. I just need a dragon and some kind of sweet chest armor.
This outfit reminds me of something they would have worn on All That or the early years of Boy Meets World. These Sam and Libby boots are on the verge of looking Amish, but have the right amount of military feel. I can’t wait to wear them with over-the-knee socks and tights.
Alright, time to read more about ISO. Stupid grain.
I struggle with pencil skirts. They’re either too tight around the middle or too long if I try to size up. I prefer the mini pencil skirts, such as this one from BR. I have short legs, so I don’t feel guilty about wearing my skirt above the knee if I am covered on top. If it’s ever an issue, it’s nothing tights can’t fix.
I’ve seen other bloggers clutching to their bright summer wardrobe, but I am embracing the dark colors. Maybe it’s because Halloween is just a little over a month away, or that I have been obsessively listening to Babymetal, but I would toss all the color in my wardrobe and just wear black every day if I could. It’s mysterious.
I used to think this book was perfect. It greatly described my struggle as a teenager with crushes on people out of my league who would lead me on. It was so witty yet upsetting at the same time. I’m reading it again and I’m so….disappointed. Maybe it’s because I know what’s going to happen, or maybe Tumblr ruined all the quotes, but it just seems so cheesy and rushed now. Has this ever happened to you? I don’t know what to think. Am I a different person now than I was when I read it the first time?
This is my life. These are my first world problems.
Things I may start to love: Game of Thrones. I finally started watching it. Go me.