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Taking a break from black and giving nude boots a try

No one notices or cares, but I’m tired of wearing black on the bottom of every outfit this winter. I typically reach for black tights and boots or black jeans because they’re flattering and easy to work with. But this year I want to test my style a bit and try new things. We’ll see how long that lasts.

I originally wanted a pair of dark brown or gray booties, but saw this type of boot enough on Instagram and Pinterest to make me want to give it a try. I think they look better with bare legs and sundresses, but it’s still too early in the year to pretend it’s warm enough outside for that. I’m looking at you, popular fashion bloggers. Wearing sundresses late February to keep up with trends. Aren’t you cold?

I like them, but I think I’ve managed to make my legs look even shorter with the cuffed ankle hem. I maybe won’t wear this look again but instead buy a pair of nude tights so I can start wearing these boots with dresses and skirts. I’m just not a pants fan.

Even though it was 4 degree Celsius, 39 degrees Fahrenheit outside, I was warm in this plaid sweater. It’s extremely thick and has enough draped fabric to bundle up in.

Sweater: Primark
Top: Dorothy Perkins
Jeans: Topshop
Boots: KIOMI
Bag: c/o Dezzal
Necklace: Siberian Art Jewelry

This was my first time wearing these boots out, and of course I got them dirty during this shoot. How do you clean mud off suede? I’m an idiot.

Wearing all those winter sales

Whoever says gift cards are too impersonal and not a “proper gift” can suffocate themselves with my new discount sweaters. I received a couple for Christmas and spent more time than I should have browsing for clothes, meticulously trying to put together a full outfit and keep it very close to my gift card amount. I settled on a few sweaters, booties (not pictured here) and a pair of black Topshop jeans.

I also found a sweet blazer coat at Zara that makes me feel somewhat British? I don’t know, there’s something about it that makes me feel like I “stole me grandad’s old wool sport coat” (feel free to slap me) and turned it into fashion.

My orange scarf is from Zara Fall 2016, which I lovingly refer to as my Moses scarf.

My bag is from Dezzal, which you can read a review about here, and my booties are an extremely old and loved pair from Urban Outfitters.

And the tiniest yet mightiest new addition to my wardrobe is this crescent moon necklace, which is something I had my eye on at Urban Outfitters until I found one for a fraction of the price (and in rose gold!) at H&M.

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Now that my new wardrobe addition introductions are out of the way, I hope you all had a fat, drunken Christmas and are ready for the new year. I have a lot of ideas I’m ready to see through, and a lot of goals I want to meet this year, starting with my FREAKING GERMAN TEST THAT HAS BEEN HAUNTING ME FOR ALMOST TWO YEARS.

Happy 2017! Let’s get this shiz started.

Why do I always wear this style of skirt?

I’m not going to lie, I have about 7 or 8 skirts in this style. Knee-length, sometimes pleated and dark blue. If you’ve followed my blog for a while (you haven’t, who would want to do that?) then you’ve probably noticed that I repeat a lot of the same silhouettes. I just like it….?

Actually, I don’t. I’ve been wanting to change my style for the better part of this year but a 70% pay cut sort of, you know, killed that dream.

I’m a fan of the Japanese school girl Kogal (kogyaru) style and Harajuku fashion in general, but I feel too old and out of shape to pull off majority of these styles. I was giving the over-the-knee socks a try for a while, but my 28th birthday is creeping in on me so it just started to feel…immature.

I still gravitated toward this plaid skirt, and paired it with a loose fitting blouse and pointy flats for a bit more maturity. I don’t know why, but I only like to wear plaid items in December and January. It just feels off to wear it any other month, like wearing a sundress in February with tights. It doesn’t look….right?

Top: H&M
Skirt: Clockhouse
Shoes: Topshop
Tights: Clockhouse
Ring: H&M

So I spent more time than I care to admit playing with light drawing. I decided to keep one experiment for this post, but got a bit carried away. I still need to hone my backwards spelling abilities, but for now, here are my shit attempts.

Yes, that is supposed to say “Morning Ink.” It’s not easy to write backwards, god!

Pretty much.

A crappy poem about pants

What is this crease in the middle of my gut?
Tis a mark from where the pants cut.
Along the middle, through the thighs
This woven material is my demise.

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Can’t walk, legs constricted
Tapered cut, ankles evicted.

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I want to like you, pants, I really do
But when it comes to basic life activities, what’s a girl to do?
You’re stiff, expensive, can’t be washed every day and more
I just had to throw away two pairs recently that tore.

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This is my last pair, but not for a while

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If I had a son, his name wouldn’t be Kyle…

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But look, I wore you today
You’re still incorporated into my wardrobe no matter what I say.

Top: Primark
Cardigan: Primark
Jeans: Topshop
Shoes: Urban Outfitters
Watch: c/o SammyDress

Getting annoyed by Instagram again

I have been the most negative asshole for the past few blog posts but it does not stop now, friends. Instagram is so easy to complain about, yet I still use it.

I’ve even thought about deleting mine Essena O’Neill style and posting a rant about how insufferable it all is, but then I remember that the public generally only values the opinion of popular, thin and, dare I say, white women and not an insignificant pudgy girl in glasses.

But I am not here to shit on popular blogger stereotypes (at least not today) but instead on those who think their “audience” is upset when they don’t post new content for a few days.

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Sometimes I will see a blog write, “I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA! I will have a new blog post up soon, lovelies” or “My blog post is actually going to go up TOMORROW and not at 5 p.m. eastern, so so sorry! Stay tuned!” Even YouTubers do it with their specific scheduling as if we are all sitting at home screaming at our computers because StaceyTutorials hasn’t uploaded her 13,000th glittery cut crease makeup look yet.

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I understand that some of the bigger bloggers and YouTubers do have dedicated readers and viewers who look forward to a new look. I have one YouTuber in particular I watch as soon as she uploads a video, and actually get irritated when she hasn’t uploaded in a while. IT’S BEEN A MONTH NOW, KASSIE.

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I don’t know the demands of these bloggers and YouTubers, so perhaps their apologetic posts are warranted. I still feel that it is appropriate to question the self-importance one might develop when creating a website or video channel completely about one’s self. It requires a bit of narcissism to stand in front of a camera and document your face, clothes and personality.

I have gone weeks without posting anything on my blog before and feared that I was tarnishing my reputation, but in the end, I didn’t have one. And I bet a lot of these other bloggers apologizing on behalf of their silence don’t have one either. Social media, websites and videos are fast entertainment, and if you’re not creating something, I’m sure there is someone doing it in your place.

Coat: ASOS
Sweater: Primark
Jeans: Topshop
Flats: H&M
Scarf: H&M
Bracelet: H&M

I have stripes, rips and a feather pattern going on in this look. I don’t hate it.

My neighbors (most likely) think I am from the Middle East

Being an Arab shouldn’t be a problem, and I am not offended by this assumption in the slightest. However, Germans (I am speaking for Cologne) have been more outspoken about anything they deem “odd” in their community circles since the New Year’s assaults.

In my last post I was upset about a woman who aggressively questioned me while taking blog photos. She tried to tell me that this area was private (it’s not), that I wasn’t allowed to take photos here (I am) and that she was calling the police (wait what). Even before this incident, I had a slight suspicion that their questioning may be racism fueled. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions because I am not one to become offended by that. I make fun of my skin, hair, poop brown eyes and Mexicans all the time. However, I do have a problem with those who are unreasonably rude to me because of the color of my skin.

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I may regret typing this, and I may delete it later so I’ll remain vague, but I experienced racism the first time I visited Germany as well. I had to spend some time in a certain place as part of a college study abroad program, and I was treated very poorly. I was even refused at the door by a shoe shop in the neighborhood. This place I was supposed to spend a few weeks at wanted me gone after a week, and I remember calling my mom crying because I was miserable.

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While taking these photos today, an older man and a young girl were riding bikes together. I was putting my hand over my lens and standing to the side anytime people passed, and I heard him telling the young girl, “She has a camera.” I told them hello as they passed me, and I didn’t see him again until I was finished taking photos. He politely asked me if everything had turned out all right, and if I had taken any nice shots. I said yes and he asked to see one. While I was going through my camera for a non-derp photo, I joked about my German being embarrassing because I kept fumbling with my words. He responded, “My Arabic is too.”

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Cogs clicked into place in my head, but I remained calm and told him that I was from the U.S., Texas specifically. Even though he had been nice to me before, his attitude seemed to change from curiosity to relief and he left immediately.

I can’t help but think that the woman I encountered last week, and the people before her, are assuming that I am an Arab, the very people they are showing prejudice towards. I understand their concerns and worries, but since Germany managed to redeem itself from a grueling past, it would be a shame if they began to tarnish their reputation again with damaging assumptions. It’s worrisome enough how racially insensitive their Carnival celebrations are, but I’ll save that for another blog post.

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I still love this country and I am happy it is my home. I just hope to one day receive mutual respect from my neighbors. I have done nothing to betray trust, and I promise, as is evident here, that my photos are only of my dumb self.

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Jacket: American Eagle (similar)
Top: H&M (similar)
Skirt: Banana Republic
Shoes: Topshop
Earrings: H&M

Alright, this is a style blog after all. These shoes are the most dangerous clothing item I own, and also the most comfortable. I was feeling a bit “dressed up” in this outfit, so I toned it down with a jean jacket. If you’re looking for a fitted soft denim jacket, I highly recommend American Eagle’s selection. I’ve outgrown their clothing, but their denim is hard to beat.

Being honest with myself

I recently took the Deutsche Sprachprüfung für den Hochschulzugang (DSH) as a prerequisite for admission to a German university. I had already been accepted by the master’s program, but I needed to show an upper intermediate level of German understanding to become officially enrolled. I didn’t pass.

I have spent almost the past two years anticipating this test. I prepared the best I could by taking a German course at a university back in Texas, and studied by myself with practice exams during the months leading up to the test. But the exam was even more difficult than I was prepared for. I sent a text to my bf during one of our breaks after I realized that I didn’t know what I was doing, and that I had failed before I even finished.

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When I saw that I didn’t pass, I wasn’t surprised but I was immediately upset, followed by anger, followed by acceptance, but then sadness again. And I’m sure you’ve experienced it, but when you are feeling vulnerable from sadness or anger, you start to reflect on all of your other insecurities.

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I’ve spent the last 24 hours thinking of everything else about myself that is not “good enough.” Unfortunately, a lot of it stems from this blog.

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I am well aware of the image companies like to work with. A 5’6″ size 12 Latina who permanently wears glasses is not ideal for a campaign. I know there are plenty of successful “average-sized” bloggers who wear glasses that are successful in this field, but they are sprinkled among the tall, thin and rich. It’s a good thing that I genuinely enjoy working on this blog.

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I have also stopped writing, which affects me the most. I used to do it nonstop as a kid, always coming up with stories about my dolls, favorite TV shows or book characters, and then more serious fiction in high school and college. But without practice, my writing is stale. Morning Ink was supposed to be my platform where I could share what I like to wear, songs that inspire my writing, stories of all the people I met from online dating among other ideas. Maybe I’ll still do it.

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This is just a brief overview of the doubts I have about myself. They’re insignificant first world problems that I probably won’t care about in a year from now.

Jacket: Target
Top: H&M
Lace tank: American Eagle (similar)
Jeans: Topshop
Flats: Topshop
Ring: Rebecca Minkoff

Alright, enough of that. I’d like to share some of the other things that happened this week. Beginning with my DOG GETTING THE LONGEST BLADE OF GRASS EVER STUCK IN HIS THROAT AND NOSE.

Mind you, this happened on the same day I found out that I hadn’t passed the exam. Wesley was coughing a lot after his afternoon walk with my bf’s mom. He coughs more often now that he’s older, so I didn’t think much of it until he had difficulty eating his food. He couldn’t swallow anything without choking, and he began dry heaving. We rushed him to the vet, and they looked inside his throat and saw a grass tip poking out. Wesley had to be sedated so they could pull it out because it was stuck all the way inside his nose!

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He was totally out of it for the rest of the night, but we found out he had eaten grass during his walk because he had diarrhea, which he involuntarily sprayed on our apartment floor while drugged up on morphine.

But my bf successfully made his first pomelo hat and Wesley was the reluctant model.

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Before this, I celebrated my first Easter in Germany. Did you know that cakes in the shape of a lamb are a thing here?

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Shit is starting to bloom, the birds won’t shut up, the sun is shining a lot more now but my bf and I decided to stay inside and make Bimimbap on Easter Sunday. We went out to dinner with his parents on Monday, and I finally took a photo of a couple of rabbits that roam around near our neighborhood. I explained to them that it was always a treat to see a rabbit in the backyard at my childhood home, so it’s fascinating to me to now live in a place that is swarming with them.

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I’m also on the hunt for a new pair of glasses and sat my unshowered self in front of the computer to virtually try on a few pairs. I like this out-of-my-price-range Ray-Ban pair a lot. Typical.

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I also caught a photo of this stressed out bird hanging out alone on a tree while it rained. I don’t know why it didn’t just fly away and seek better shelter. It just sat there and squawked.

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I can relate.