Sunday, August 30, 2015

Supermarket Flowers and Dull Stares

 I found this safari-esque dress at a thriftstore and my grandma tailored it for me as the back had a bit of a gape to it. I loved how the rust-red notes of the scarf collided with the vivid blue of my sweater, while being balanced by the rest of the outfit's neutrality. As for my facial stare, my features prefer to arrange themselves as they please. Nobody has the energy to smile all the time. I find it strange and a little annoying when people try to make other people change their expression for no apparent reason.

 I like my natural glare. It keeps people away when I am out of energy and can't be bothered to pretend to be social. I still get approached by friendlies at college, but I like to think looking naturally stern helps. It's not that I hate people in general. Some days though, I need to stay lost inside my head without being drained by the extra outward effort it takes to be social. I'm a strange little hermit, I admit it.

Also, I've realized a terrible fact: some days I just can't cull photos. I've been trying to cut down on my excess and for awhile I felt like I was doing well. But here I am, overphoto-ing. I'll get there. Eventually. One day. Probably. 

Was I matching the walls on purpose? Who knows?

Dress, scarf, belt - thrifted
Sweater - Target
Earrings -World Market
Sandals - DSW

 Here I am promoting my favorite soda. Seriously guys, try Cheerwine. It's the BEST. 

Enthusiasm, thy name is mine.

<3 The Magpie

Saturday, August 29, 2015

Daisies & Foxes

It's funny to look at the photos I take of myself and see how strange and weird and awkward they can be. Look, it's me in a photograph taking photos! Of myself! I can see me thinking about how strange and weird and awkward I am in the strange/weird/awkward photos! That's so meta! But really, it's been good for me. As much as I shake my head over the excessive silliness of it all, making myself pick up my camera and go out and take photographs has been cathartic in a way. It pushes me to consider  each shot and really think out the process of how I want to set an image up. It helps me practice a technique used by artists and even athletes, where you imagine the scene ahead of time of what you want to create, and then you go and try to replicate that in real life. Of course, the method and final product is never perfect and improvisation is a large part of its creativity, but actual process of visualizing the idea is what is important.

Aside from that vast and major importance stuff that I'm definitely employing very seriously and studiously (I'm trying to make up for my earlier criticism of strange/weird... nope, still doesn't help), let's talk about clothes! This outfit is one of those light silly things I wear to work, where it has to be functional and cool enough for the heat of the day. I really liked the stripes with the daisy pattern skirt, and I couldn't resist wearing little gold foxes in my hair. I wish it had been breezy enough to wear the cardigan all day, because I definitely matched my eyeshadow to it on purpose. Yay colors! Yay for matching eyeshadow! I threw in the orange earrings just because I could. It felt like it worked.

Heheh, I'm so mysterious as I stare off into the distance. 

Shirt - thrifted
Skirt - TJ Maxx
Cardigan - Banana Republic
Sandals - DSW
Earrings - gift
Fox clips - Charmin Charlie's

<3 The Magpie

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Hibiscus Thoughts

I think I should perhaps talk about why I am doing what I'm doing. Mainly, sharing photos (repeatedly!) of myself and talking of clothes and such. I'm no fashion expert, that much is probably obvious. I do read fashion publications and blogs and have surprisingly found myself keeping up my knowledge on trends and styles rather well. But at the same time, it's not my life. Rather, diverting my entire income, wardrobe, and lifestyle to seasonal updates is not my goal. If you have the income and taste to be able to do that, more power to you. I personally have other things in life I'm striving for. That's not to say that style, or even the more common idea of a love dressing well, isn't something I'm not interested in. I enjoy it very much. I should probably give more of my history before I keep yammering in a circular manner though.

I was the hugest tomboy growing up. I still am in a manner. Reptiles, bugs, mud, dirt, climbing trees, hanging off cliffs, exploring unknown paths, wandering through forests and tramping through brambles, getting caught in all manner of prickly weeds and briars - that was my childhood. A childhood of absolute fearlessness and wild abandon. Nothing was off-limits and everything was to be explored. As I grew older, I stuck to my wilderness mantra, the one where I didn't care what I looked like and didn't care what people thought. I loved dressing in boys clothes for the layer of toughness I envisioned it gave me, like armor in a shallow world. I suppose that was the beginning of the realization of the transforming power of clothes, but I didn't think about that then. All I knew was that girls were looked upon as weak and feminine and I was determined to always be tough and I truly believed I could punch my way out of anything.

I put my hair up for the first time when I was 14. Intentionally and with purpose. That was a major marker in my outward visual life. I styled my hair differently, at the ripe old age of 14, an age where most girls have already experimented with clothes and looks and makeup, their tastes burgeoning on the cusp of womanhood.

 I grew older, in spurts and burst and fallbacks, all common in that strange time from child to something more, and my mentality evolved as well. I did go to a rather strict private school where uniforms were required, and that killed my creativity a bit, but eventually I realized that skirts COULD look good, unlike the ones I was forced to wear and loathed as a result. You can thank thriftstores for that realization. As soon as the dim thought finally trickled into the hearth of awareness of appearance, that clothes = art, the fertile banks of my imagination and creativity burst forth and has grown ever since.

It has taken me a lot of trial and error to build a wardrobe I enjoy. I do have rules for myself and think they are applicable for others. I've even helped quite a few friends buy clothes they enjoy to wear AND look good in. I'll talk about that all in another post though. For now, I am just trying to explain where I've come from aesthetically. I started this blog as a creative outlet and simply enjoy talking about the details, preferences, colors, and clothes that I don't really get a chance to discuss in real life. It's simply fun. I hope that sense of fun carries over in what I post and write, while still being true to my aesthetic sensibilities. As a highly independent and stubborn individual, I promise that to the best of my knowledge, it won't be anything else.

So this isn't a fashion blog. Nor can I really say it's strictly a "style" blog. Whatever that means. What I can say though, that it is MY blog.  And as long as I am having fun and pushing my creative boundaries, I will continue it. It's really for me, forgive me dear reader. As I've said before, I'm a selfish blogger. I am not sorry. But I still hope you will continue to follow my adventures. I think they aren't too bad.

Shirt, skirt, necklace - thrifted
Earrings - World Market

<3 The Magpie

Monday, August 24, 2015

Gold Leaves and Autumn Longings

In the midst of this summer heat, I am definitely craving that fall air. Although I do love my little dresses and cutsey skirts, there is something about boots and scarves I can't get enough of. The trick is finding something you can layer over enough and still be warm, while not being cooked in a heated room. These photos are obviously pulled from a colder month, when summer was just a word in the chilly air.. For now, I'll just stick to my fall day dreams and ice cream cones, while sweating through the rest of these blazing days.

This skirt I'm wearing is one of my favorites; I love its painterly effect. It remind me of watercolor scribbles on the side of your page where you dip your brush to create the correct color. It's those imperfect streaks and dabs when tumbled together in a harmonious spectrum that create such a joyful flow. The tawny golds and multiple blues never fail to bring a smile to my face, or at least, inside my mind.

Shirt, tights, scarf, coat - Target
Skirt, belt - thrifted
Leaf headband, ear cuff - Claire's
Boots - Modcloth
Earrings - flea market

<3 The Magpie

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Body Electric

I bought a bright candy-colored eyeshadow palette from a Walgreens just in time for the summer. It's a cheap Wet n Wild thing, but they do have great eyeshadows, despite my face now owning flashing neon signs winking above my eyes. Sorrynotsorry. I wore this outfit to work so it's pretty simple. I work at a coffee place where we aren't required to wear a uniform, but you definitely don't want to wear anything that you can't throw in the wash, because your clothes WILL get dirty. So I sometimes try to dress a little cute, but the kind of cute that's chill and easy going, and still light weight enough for the summer heat. The lipstick I added later, because why not go full neon? The colors seemed to crackle and spark, like hot pink orange electricity in my mind.

Every stance I've ever had with color is now falling away into dust and whole new exciting fields are opening up to explore, now that I've moved past particular biases. I used to hate pink; loathe it. And look at me now, excitedly slathering it on my face while it sparkles behind my eyes. I wish color was as exciting for everyone, but it does take work to bring your mind around and some cultural perceptions are hard to overcome.


Shirt - hand-me-down
Skirt, necklace - thrifted
Earrings - gift
Sandals - DSW

<3 The Magpie