stream of consciousness.

A week of wanting to post as I try take a breath from school and this is what I have. There is so much I want to post but anyway it'll wait for a more motivated, enthusiastic mood, which will only come if I'm playing You Really Got Me by The Kinks in the background.

I made the necklace out of some cardboard after this Miu Miu one.

"I THINK WE ALL NEED A PEP TALK". Putting great 'all hail Miuccia' notions aside, this kid, 'Kid President', has my vote. This video was played in our school assembly the other day and then arriving home my mum dragged to the computer and I found myself watching the same video again. It's touching and we both watched this dancing, bundle of fun give to us some promising and sentimental messages. And it's the best coming from a kid. People, including myself, forget how we thought when we were younger and how the hour of judgement was whether or not mum saw the C on your report, but basically living was fun, and this kid tells us to remember it. "You got air running through your nose and heartbeat. That means it's time to do something!"

Oh and "Life's not a game people.. and it's not a cereal either. Well.. it is cereal". 

tell me something I know but have probably forgotten.

I had two and a half days between school and my return from Canada. I'm not good with examples or analogies and so on but if you could imagine a lioness protecting her cub and basically just being intent on only this one thing, this was how I spent this time, locked in my room driven insane by craft withdrawal. THAT DOES NOT MAKE ANY SENSE. I've also suffered from school withdrawal, said no one ever? But I do appreciate and love my education, lets make that clear. 
I'll try and paint out this scenario for you the previous explanation paid no tribute to my language skill or anything. For two months I was immersed in training and spare time was spent ..eating and maybe reading. Coming home was a realisation of how different life is here and opening my giant art draw reminded me that I hadn't touch a glue gun for a long time too. Both these realisations have equal value. 
Consequently this happened in the period of two days. 

The record player had some Barbie pimping. 

..as did my mirror with some lipstick. I watched a video of Tavi singing Heart of Gold by Neil Young, http://vimeo.com/36683208, which I seemed to fall in love with it and began listening to my Neil Young record more and more. It makes me feel calm, which I've  needed lately and I have candles burning and its all shiny and quiet but his music is still playing. 

I decorated these frames and sewed the banner above which says wallflower, inspired by my favourite book at the moment "because its the one I've read most recently", The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I'll probably write more about that. It deserve a higher level of tribute.  

And I have a wall for my headbands and necklaces which was also inspired by Tavi. I can't help but love all these symbolic things she creates, they all just feel so special and I don't want to feel like I'm 'copying' which I've heard too much, but it feels like an appreciation of someone else's ideas which makes my room more like a sanctuary when it reminds my of people that inspire me. 

Fake flowers stuck to the wall. 

 Curtains and roof hanging junk. 

The skeleton of Frida Kahlo...

holla days.

There is really too much confusion swallowing me up right now to write clearly. The past 3 months have felt like two really happy and sad extremes. I've come back from Canada feeling so positive about everything that happened. There was races and Canadian friends and snow and s'more cookies (even the words should be given a Nobel Prize, mum however thinks gross is more appropriate; mum what are you doing?! Mum! STAHP!). 
I'm really stuck to find words to describe it. It was exhausting sometimes, but being there felt good and the people there were fun to be around and I could be with them without worrying. Back here feels lonely and as much as I enjoy not having a social agenda sometimes I just want someone who doesn't care if we sit in a room for half an hour without talking and doesn't want to check their Facebook to discuss that girl who is the enemy because she has a thigh gap JEEZ. And it's dark and rainy outside which is totally enhancing this mood.. ahhh so much pathos! 

Before I left I was obsessing over beehives, Alice in Wonderland and white rabbits. 

It was wistful and nice trying to be like a kid (I'm still a kid) but thinking about being young when all you wanted was to be old and then things change and you want to be young again. Oh life.

Check the fringe y'all I'm really enjoying it and it can provide some nice protection from s'more cookies and it's "Russian Acne Roulette". 

White ribbon from somewhere over the rainbow, Blouse is Abecrombie & Fitch, vest is Seed, skirts, socks, house broach and shoes are vintage.

My ageing hands are my favourite thing. I can't remember where the ring is from and have the motivation of my sister to find out APOLOGIES!