, a fancy photo sharing thing.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I've been away for so long...
Not that this makes up for my extremely long absence, but as I did give you a fair warning, I don't feel terribly bad about posting this video for my I'm-not-dead post.
After all, isn't it the best thing you've ever seen?
Me too.
After all, isn't it the best thing you've ever seen?
Me too.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The Day After Tomorrow
Is the day I move into college :)
Yes, I'm excited.
But mostly I'm just busy. So there probably won't be a new post for a couple of days. Sorry! I'm working on the Shoe Porn, Part Deux I promise! Also, I'm probably going to start posting my own pictures (DIY, Outfits, Thrift finds, etc.) when I have more time.
In the meantime, though, I'm not going to leave you desperate and wanting. So here's what my life will be like for the next four years:
Yes, I'm excited.
But mostly I'm just busy. So there probably won't be a new post for a couple of days. Sorry! I'm working on the Shoe Porn, Part Deux I promise! Also, I'm probably going to start posting my own pictures (DIY, Outfits, Thrift finds, etc.) when I have more time.
In the meantime, though, I'm not going to leave you desperate and wanting. So here's what my life will be like for the next four years:
Monday, August 17, 2009
Bridget Jones
Alright, I just finished watching Bridget Jones (the first of course... they definitely could have stopped with that one because one movie full of Hugh Grant is more than enough. Granted, one thousand movies full of Colin Firth doesn't begin to be enough, so I guess it's alright...)
Do you know, every time I watched that movie I'm inspired? And maybe that's ridiculous, because it's not like it's profound. Or even plausible. (Two guys? Well, two HOT guys? Over one incredibly neurotic girl? Jumping through cafe windows? I don't think so.)
Anyways, it inspires me. To write, oddly enough. To grab hold of my life. Why? Maybe it's that montage where she (momentarily) gets rid of all of her vodka and self-help books and Chaka-Kans her way to the gym. Maybe it's her finally figuring out what an utter asshat Daniel Cleaver (the aforementioned Grant, who you may have gathered: I am not particularly fond of.) Maybe it's writing in that little red notebook all of those pithy little sayings about a life that is scarily like my own, if almost 10 years apart.
Whatever it is, I've decided something. Something which I've probably decided many times in my life, but which I plan to actually fulfill this time, when I'm on the precipice of a real life, of a life that is something more than passing Physics and buying Teen Vogue and crushing on that boy in History class. I want to be my own person.
Now, I realize this is slightly ridiculous. I myself feel as if I should be wearing a shirt that says "Individual!" in glittery letters and giving speeches to middle-schoolers. But I'm serious. I get so swept up in the... drama.
I'm not talking about "following the crowd" or being "most unique" (I already am that, according to my high school. Cheers to them for choosing a redheaded "Weatherly" as most unique. I can tell a lot of thought went into that decision...)
To be honest, I couldn't give a shit what most people think. But, like Bridget, it's the guys that get me.
I know. I promise this will not turn into a relationship blog, God help me. I just... there's so much crap that happens, so many people I get attached to that just let me down that I wonder how I can have time to be my own person.
So I've decided to make a change. I've ordered this: little red notebook and am making this pledge: I will write down a log of my life, trivial as it is, so I can better figure out what to do with it.
Yes, I realize how ridiculous it is to pledge to "be my own person" whilst blatantly copying someone else. But I think of it as inspiration. This is a change, an alteration in thinking. No- an alteration in acting. I want to BE a different person, not just wish it.
I can just tell that my blog (and my brain) will thank me.
-Weatherly
Do you know, every time I watched that movie I'm inspired? And maybe that's ridiculous, because it's not like it's profound. Or even plausible. (Two guys? Well, two HOT guys? Over one incredibly neurotic girl? Jumping through cafe windows? I don't think so.)
Anyways, it inspires me. To write, oddly enough. To grab hold of my life. Why? Maybe it's that montage where she (momentarily) gets rid of all of her vodka and self-help books and Chaka-Kans her way to the gym. Maybe it's her finally figuring out what an utter asshat Daniel Cleaver (the aforementioned Grant, who you may have gathered: I am not particularly fond of.) Maybe it's writing in that little red notebook all of those pithy little sayings about a life that is scarily like my own, if almost 10 years apart.
Whatever it is, I've decided something. Something which I've probably decided many times in my life, but which I plan to actually fulfill this time, when I'm on the precipice of a real life, of a life that is something more than passing Physics and buying Teen Vogue and crushing on that boy in History class. I want to be my own person.
Now, I realize this is slightly ridiculous. I myself feel as if I should be wearing a shirt that says "Individual!" in glittery letters and giving speeches to middle-schoolers. But I'm serious. I get so swept up in the... drama.
I'm not talking about "following the crowd" or being "most unique" (I already am that, according to my high school. Cheers to them for choosing a redheaded "Weatherly" as most unique. I can tell a lot of thought went into that decision...)
To be honest, I couldn't give a shit what most people think. But, like Bridget, it's the guys that get me.
I know. I promise this will not turn into a relationship blog, God help me. I just... there's so much crap that happens, so many people I get attached to that just let me down that I wonder how I can have time to be my own person.
So I've decided to make a change. I've ordered this: little red notebook and am making this pledge: I will write down a log of my life, trivial as it is, so I can better figure out what to do with it.
Yes, I realize how ridiculous it is to pledge to "be my own person" whilst blatantly copying someone else. But I think of it as inspiration. This is a change, an alteration in thinking. No- an alteration in acting. I want to BE a different person, not just wish it.
I can just tell that my blog (and my brain) will thank me.
-Weatherly
Friday, August 14, 2009
Shoe Porn, part one
Yes, I went there.
Anyway, recently I've been noticing a distinct change in my fashion-feeling.
That sounds a bit new-agey, but stay with me. It's not really my style that's changed. Honestly, my style is fairly non-existent at the moment, since it went on a brief hiatus for summer. (This is a ridiculous phenomenon brought about by a mixture of laziness, business, and the sheer HEAT of where I live. Hopefully, now that I've gotten a bit of a kick in the pants fashion-wise it will cease and desist.)
But as I was saying, my fashion-feeling, the way I feel about different styles, and the kinds of styles I actively seek out and respond to, has been changing. I have, in the past, been very drawn to slightly preppy, slightly hippie styles that were easily adopted by yours truly, having grown up in a very Polo-friendly house.
Recently, though, it's like I've been abducted by aliens and they sent me back with a whole new mindset. I sudden;y want to put studs on everything and wear black leather with all of my soft sundresses.
I'm thinking... romantic princess and punk-ass bitch rolled into one and for some reason, this doesn't bother me at all.
I used to shy away from anything "ugly" or "harsh", but these picks, all shoes as the title suggests, speak to me in a way that nothing similar ever has.
I feel a change on the horizon, yes I do.
Net-A-Porter:
Lanvin lace-up shoe boots
I'm really glad they didn't call them "booties", but that's beside the point. I don't really know why I like these, other than the fact that they remind me so much of chocolate I find myself wanting to lick my computer screen.
Valentino diamanté-embellished peep-toe pumps
I LOVE these so much it sort of hurts. I suddenly understand Carrie Bradshaw blowing her entire paycheck on one pair of Manolos. But, no offense to Mr. Blahnik, but Valentino is a sex god. I would gladly lay down my life's pension for these babies. However, since (although I could technically afford them... I have books to think about(Damn you, college education) I have a feeling I'll be DIY-ing them. More on this later, I have to go stare drooling at all of the zoom-in pictures.
Rupert Sanderson khyber cutout sandals
Alright, so this is the more hard-edge look I was talking about. This time last year, I wouldn't have looked twice at this pair of shoes. Seriously- covering the top of the foot? I don't think so. But I suppose my taste has evolved. How very mature of me. *snigger*
Still not sold? Yeah, neither was I. But take a look at it on a foot:
Damn.
Urban Outfitters:
Frye Chelsea Studded Oxford
Alright, so this is another I had to see on a foot to really love. I liked it okay, but I'm always sort of hesitant about the peep-toe bootie (eurgh, that word again.) To me, if it's done wrong it can look like you're trying too hard to be Aygness Deyn. Which, for those of you who were wondering, is. not. good.
I love how her toes peek (or... "peep" if you want to be a jerk about it) through the toe. It's sort of innocent and makes a great clash with the studs. Plus, it's a wedge which would make it superbly brilliant for a klutz like me, because it would mean actual walking ability, rather than the awkward wall-clutching toddling that comes with stilettos.
Jeffrey Campbell Cutout Bootie
I really wish they had a foot-picture for this one, because while it's interesting/adorable without a foot, there's a chance it could be horribly awful with one. That being said, I love this in theory. It's very Peter-Pan, (which I suppose makes it my always-style rather than my newly-dubbed "new" style... maybe I haven't changed as much as I thought?) I would wear this with green skinnies and a feather in my hair and call myself Tiger Lily. Bangarang!
Shopbop:
Pour La Victoire dahlia Over the Knee Boots
Okay, I wasn't even planning on posting boots, but once I found one pair, it was a snowball effect. I ALSO never ever ever planned on even thinking about over-the-knee boots.
I guess these are magic 'eff-with-Weatherly's-perception' boots.
That's cool, boots. You can have your way with me any day.
(sorry... but this IS shoe porn, after all...)
Belle by Sigerson Morrison Tie Back Tall Flat Boots
Alright, so this is just another pair of grey leather boots,right?
Wrong!
Reminiscent of ballet class, but with an edge that says: put me in a tutu and die. Need.
Wow... this is turning out to be a lot longer than I anticipated... Alright, time to break out the segmentation. Look for Shoe Porn, Part Deux soon!
You know what's funny? I opened Blogger to write a post about the knuckle-duster clutch. ha I guess I'm easily distracted. More on that lovely accessory later. :D
Anyway, recently I've been noticing a distinct change in my fashion-feeling.
That sounds a bit new-agey, but stay with me. It's not really my style that's changed. Honestly, my style is fairly non-existent at the moment, since it went on a brief hiatus for summer. (This is a ridiculous phenomenon brought about by a mixture of laziness, business, and the sheer HEAT of where I live. Hopefully, now that I've gotten a bit of a kick in the pants fashion-wise it will cease and desist.)
But as I was saying, my fashion-feeling, the way I feel about different styles, and the kinds of styles I actively seek out and respond to, has been changing. I have, in the past, been very drawn to slightly preppy, slightly hippie styles that were easily adopted by yours truly, having grown up in a very Polo-friendly house.
Recently, though, it's like I've been abducted by aliens and they sent me back with a whole new mindset. I sudden;y want to put studs on everything and wear black leather with all of my soft sundresses.
I'm thinking... romantic princess and punk-ass bitch rolled into one and for some reason, this doesn't bother me at all.
I used to shy away from anything "ugly" or "harsh", but these picks, all shoes as the title suggests, speak to me in a way that nothing similar ever has.
I feel a change on the horizon, yes I do.
Net-A-Porter:
Lanvin lace-up shoe boots
I'm really glad they didn't call them "booties", but that's beside the point. I don't really know why I like these, other than the fact that they remind me so much of chocolate I find myself wanting to lick my computer screen.
Valentino diamanté-embellished peep-toe pumps
I LOVE these so much it sort of hurts. I suddenly understand Carrie Bradshaw blowing her entire paycheck on one pair of Manolos. But, no offense to Mr. Blahnik, but Valentino is a sex god. I would gladly lay down my life's pension for these babies. However, since (although I could technically afford them... I have books to think about(Damn you, college education) I have a feeling I'll be DIY-ing them. More on this later, I have to go stare drooling at all of the zoom-in pictures.
Rupert Sanderson khyber cutout sandals
Alright, so this is the more hard-edge look I was talking about. This time last year, I wouldn't have looked twice at this pair of shoes. Seriously- covering the top of the foot? I don't think so. But I suppose my taste has evolved. How very mature of me. *snigger*
Still not sold? Yeah, neither was I. But take a look at it on a foot:
Damn.
Urban Outfitters:
Frye Chelsea Studded Oxford
Alright, so this is another I had to see on a foot to really love. I liked it okay, but I'm always sort of hesitant about the peep-toe bootie (eurgh, that word again.) To me, if it's done wrong it can look like you're trying too hard to be Aygness Deyn. Which, for those of you who were wondering, is. not. good.
I love how her toes peek (or... "peep" if you want to be a jerk about it) through the toe. It's sort of innocent and makes a great clash with the studs. Plus, it's a wedge which would make it superbly brilliant for a klutz like me, because it would mean actual walking ability, rather than the awkward wall-clutching toddling that comes with stilettos.
Jeffrey Campbell Cutout Bootie
I really wish they had a foot-picture for this one, because while it's interesting/adorable without a foot, there's a chance it could be horribly awful with one. That being said, I love this in theory. It's very Peter-Pan, (which I suppose makes it my always-style rather than my newly-dubbed "new" style... maybe I haven't changed as much as I thought?) I would wear this with green skinnies and a feather in my hair and call myself Tiger Lily. Bangarang!
Shopbop:
Pour La Victoire dahlia Over the Knee Boots
Okay, I wasn't even planning on posting boots, but once I found one pair, it was a snowball effect. I ALSO never ever ever planned on even thinking about over-the-knee boots.
I guess these are magic 'eff-with-Weatherly's-perception' boots.
That's cool, boots. You can have your way with me any day.
(sorry... but this IS shoe porn, after all...)
Belle by Sigerson Morrison Tie Back Tall Flat Boots
Alright, so this is just another pair of grey leather boots,right?
Wrong!
Reminiscent of ballet class, but with an edge that says: put me in a tutu and die. Need.
Wow... this is turning out to be a lot longer than I anticipated... Alright, time to break out the segmentation. Look for Shoe Porn, Part Deux soon!
You know what's funny? I opened Blogger to write a post about the knuckle-duster clutch. ha I guess I'm easily distracted. More on that lovely accessory later. :D
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