A Small Quest

As I embark on the perilous journey to the land of, as they call it, university, it has come to my attention by the wiser elders of my community that certain items are needed to fight against the elements. Most importantly, a backpack to fill with treasures and tokens of value.

Or textbooks and laptops and notebooks and other not quite so mystical things.

AKA!

I need a backpack like asap, my friends, otherwise I will be toting around my backpack that I have had for two years and is slowly, slowly dying. I can envision myself now. Running to class on a mission to avoid the always much louder than you intended, "OH HEY, SORRY I'M LATE!" and my laptop breaking through the last thread of my backpack. So then I can add even more embarrassment to this hypothetical experience.

Here are a few I have found through a website where there are well-made things.

From Madewell. Heehee. Found via MissMoss, my fave.

I choose any one of you, please. They're all so pleasantly retro feeling.

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In other news, mon petit enfant, otherwise known as my new DSLR camera, has finally been exposed to the great, big world. And I've been snappin' pics left and right.

I wish this could be blown up bigger, but then it looks all messy, bursting from the seams of my entry. If you click on them all, you can see them to a more accurate point of detail. 

Woah, it's me! I realize now that none of you know what I look like. So I chopped off my head for mystery.

A single hair was being blown about, trapped in my fan, and for some reason with my camera I was absolutely mesmerized. Every time my camera blinked its eyes, I'd see it in still form, dancing for us, a blur of motion as its shadow.

Trace of light.

One of the 1,266,342 photos I've taken of my brother.

Me! Here's my face chilling in the park. Oh, and some other various limbs are there too. It was a fun time.

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Dormspiration: Come One, Come All!

Seeing as how my ever so humble abode is now going to be a room the size of a bathroom as I'm off to good ol' university (I say that like I've been there before), every detail is crucial. Listen, I'm very affected by my surroundings. When a tornado has passed through my room, it's very inconvenient. (That disaster of clothes on the floor is my fault? No, no, silly. Just another tornado sweeping past.) I will actively avoid my room all day and pretty much get to the point where I forget it exists, other than when I stumble in to sleep in this foreign, unmade bed. Or I'll just consume myself in its messiness and become one sticky, conglomerated ball of laziness and spend hours underneath my sheets, wishing it all to disappear, but at the same time kind of relishing in my own sloth-like form.

^me. (But not actually. Just my sloth twin.)

So I do vow to at least try and keep my dorm clean, otherwise I'll sleep on benches in the library and look like one of those severely sleep deprived keeners who refuse to leave before their finals (although this young man deserves some appreciation). 

And now, some dormspiration. 

A map of Europe only, please, to somewhat satisfy my incurable travel bug.

Imagine how efficient it would be to write all my papers on a typewriter? No mistakes for me.

Mosquito nets have always had an air of luxury to me. Delicately draped over your bed, a princess slumber is awaiting. Oh and then when morning comes, and the light's pouring through your window, it's like you open your eyes to a sleepy, magical haze all around you. 

I've posted this once before, but I am seriously considering a shelf so close to my bed fit for a laptop. Better yet, maybe I should invest in a king size bed and have it cover my entire floor. So tempting.

I love this. Everyone needs some floral love in their abode, especially when it looks as if peonies were simply sprinkled over your curtains.

Unfortunately most dorms don't come with spiral, wooden staircases. This shall have to change.

For my graduation present, I was lucky enough to be able to order a DSLR camera with our air miles (what a wonderful creation). After tracking its delivery for over a week, anticipating its arrival to the second, and just generally being a giddy twelve year old, it has arrived in glorious form on my front door steps... only to be taken captive by my mother and banished into the depths of her secret hiding spots of presents. At risk of sounding like a spoiled Dudley Dursely, it's mine, mine, mine! Give it back, mumma! 

^me again. But the steam decided to come out of my eyes instead of my ears, minor inconvenience. 

But anyways. 

Random, lovely items I wish to have in my dorm.

1. String of lights

2. Dainty teacups

3. Miniature animals

4. Coffee table books for somewhat productive procrastination

5. Wired grid for nostalgic photos

6. Vintage mirror

7. Paper peonies for my curtains

8. Mosquito net

9. Map of Europe

10. A kitten if possible

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Details...

The little things in life really do get to me most sometimes.

And maybe it's because the littlest of matters can slip into the more untraceable areas of your mind, the sneakiest of hiding spots, and so once you notice it, like in hide and seek, when the tips of your little brother's striped socks are peeking out from underneath the curtains, there's that same rush of insatiable discovery when you find something you hadn't noticed before. I'm finding myself more and more drawn to the tiny details surrounding me, like a desire to magnify everything around me as much as possible, from the laced pattern on my shorts to the rusted chain on my bike. Everything up close is so beautiful, so endlessly intriguing, so human. 


This is why I so desperately want a camera; to document what I'm falling in love with so rapidly.

Such human eyes.

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Life Updates & Inspiration Clusters of Goodness

A few mornings ago, I opened my eyes to a mischievous, dancing trickle of light on the arm chair next to my bed. Initially, gotta say, I was like, "Yes, proof of fairies," but then I emerged out of my dreams and propped myself up to pull up the blinds and HALLELUJAH IT'S THE SUN! THE SUN HAS COME FOR ALL TO SEE! Wait no, THE SUN HAS COME BECAUSE I'M HEALTHY AGAIN! MOTHA NATURE, I LOVE YOU, BABY GIRL!

Because that's obviously how I sound when I'm excited.

Here are some bohemian ladiez who I'd kind of like to join in the sun.

Wizard sleeves are always a do, especially in a forest, because then you legitimately feel like a wizard gone off to concoct potions and ride deer or unicorn.

This splash would be beyond epic. Colours soaring gleefully through the air, or a hypnotic ripple of a rainbow pulsing away from you.

JESUS HORSE! He's going to greet the wizard in the forest.

Anyways, everyone had been waiting for the return of our glorious sun for, well, summer time obviously, and so right when I was feeling healthy again, I open my blinds and you can see why I would think it was a present directly from Mother Nature to me. 

I've just been knocked out for about a week, literally isolated into the depths of my groggy, most likely hazey bedroom with strep throat. My brother said he thought I was just out for two days with friends because he hadn't seen me. Nope! Just having some one-on-one time with me and my disgustingly sick self. She's not a fun time. Don't let her fool you. I will not be seeing her again for as long as I can. 

Now, aside from my ramblings and updates, here is the...

Inspiration Cluster of Goodness!

She is exactly how I would like to imagine myself looking with a pixie, but somehow I don't think it'd look as adorably impish on me. 

I would never remove myself from this impossibly soft sweater, I know it.

What I'm listening to right now, by the way.

Just some models lost in the city of love. Really digging the denim jacket on mint. And the red lip, of course, always fitting with the cherry moped in the back.

But coral is my true love. Did you ever get underwear sets when you were a little girl, one for every day of the week? I was religiously dedicated to wearing the right pair on the right day, otherwise I'd feel like I was painted neon with flashing lights screaming, "WRONG. WRONG. WRONG." Perhaps that's an OCD tendency. Anyways, I can see the letters sewn into the back of this dress, "Sunday", most likely in a dainty cursive font, and I'd stroll down the sun kissed streets every Sunday with a little birdie on my shoulder to fetch croissants. Weo!

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ps. a wonderful cluster of these pictures were found from Bohemian Daydream, a new favourite of mine!

Always Anthropologie

Right now I'm looking outside into the thick wall of grey clouds barricading my home, the rain stubbornly falling for literally the tenth hour straight, so it hardly feels like summer. Actually, you know what, it isn't summer. I pronounce that summer is officially on pause because summer just doesn't coexist with this weather. Defies the laws of the universe. Simple as that. 


Just a few places I'd rather be.

Chillin' with some Aussies during a casual sunset dip in the ocean...

Doodling away in a kitchen drenched in sunlight, some creamy earl grey tea and biscuits waiting to be devoured...

Nestled away in 505 Somewhere Lane, awaiting my caramel macchiato, probably a beret artistically balanced on top of my head...

Or as this kitten. Who looks like the comfiest creature known to mankind. 

Anyways. Today I happened to be in Anthropologie (for an interview actually), and whilst I was waiting ever so patiently for our group to gather, I was just gaping at the dresses draped over the mannequins. Honestly, if somehow capitalism was destroyed and everything was free (go communism go! i kid.) then I would have scooped up about twenty dresses under my arms and pranced down the street, flinging them into the hands of women wearing yoga pants who needed them most everywhere I went. They would call me: Anthro Woman. (If I were a man, it would have a better ring to it, wouldn't it: Anthroman!)

How do you do? I'm just on my way back to my summer abode in the countryside of France if you care to join me. There will be an abundance of cute French boys swimming in nautical stripes and wine.

Oh hello there! You just caught me leaving my favourite exhibition of Monet at the art gallery. It's a pity you missed it. I can tell you all about it over a cup of coffee if you like, where I will also lend you pearl necklaces and we can rave about my view of the Empire State Building.

Oh hi, I'm actually a sunset in the form of a dress, so of course you'll want to befriend me ;) I'm gorgeous to look at too, which is a bonus, because of my irresistible blend of pinks and oranges and reds, but with a flirty twist too... most couples seem to choose to stare at me when they're feeling all lovey dovey. I'm just too tempting!

How do you do? I'm going to let you in on a little secret, if you haven't taken the cue from my adorably bold hair, I'm from the future. 2092, to be exact. This is how we look at paintings here in the future! The streets of Vancouver have never been more aesthetically pleasing to walk down, and women everywhere just flock to one another over the latest paintings draped over their bodies. 

Meow! Meow, meow, meow. Meow, meow, meow, meow? Oh, sorry, I was just talking to my cats. There's only seventeen, don't give me that weird look! If I was a crazy cat lady, well then I bet I'm the chicest crazy cat lady you've ever come across. Oh jeez, there's a dog. Rollin' out. 

I'm too seductive to show you my face. You can continue admiring me as I saunter away to the patio, though.

Stay tuned. Anthro Woman is coming to a town near you... with heaps of dresses to fling joyously into the sky! It's raining dresses, everybody! PRAISE THE LORD!

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