Monday, 26 March 2012

the girl who was on fire.

Hey there!  I'm just chillin' here with my purple-red hair.

I kept falling as I twirled!

Me and m' bro.  Amused, he is.

grey top - Kohl's // skirt - my mum's, I think // denim vest - a thrifted kid's jacket, 
with the sleeves removed // shoes - Nine West // gold cuff - vintage, from my grandmama

On days when rain threatens to pour, and a tripod is simply to cumbersome to pick up and escape with if the thunder starts to roar, I can always count on my brother to take some flattering photos of me and my outfit.  You should have seen the photos I left out of this post!  Well, actually, you shouldn't.  That's why I left them out.  "Hey Shayli, your ankles are all prickly!"  snapsnapsnap  "Well yeah, that's why I wore a long skirt today.  I forgot to shave my legs."  There's my explanation for a lack of shoe close-ups.

Also, I wear these shoes all the time.  You're probably pretty familiar with them by now.  They're good friends of mine.

Did you see The Hunger Games movie?  I went to the midnight release with friends and was extremely worried I wouldn't like it.  All of the lead-up to the film in the press was about how attractive the actors were, and if I had to hear the phrase "Josh Hutcherson's jawline" one more time while in the ladies' room, I was going to hit some unsuspecting girl over the head with the tampon-dispensing machiene.  Which I would have ripped off the wall in my blind rage.  Or something.

But I wasn't disappointed!  Okay, so Gale was annoying and only had one facial expression (think Kristen Stewart), but I didn't like him all that much in the books, either.  And yes, they left some parts out and changed other parts to make more sense to people who hadn't read the books (though by this point, who hasn't?  They're such an easy read), but the changes were made in such a way that the movie was good, yet separate from the book.  I'm always the first to say "the book is always better than the movie," but in this case, they were two separate entities, both with strengths and weaknesses of their own.

Also, Jennifer what's-her-face and Jawline-Boy were better actors than I expected!  Happy surprise here :)

Lately, I know my posts have been extremely sporadic.  But on the bright side, the time I haven't been blogging has been devoted to biking through my neighborhood every day (apparently 3 miles, which makes me feel cool and active and such), alternating between warm sweaters and shorts and sandals, and preparing for our bees to arrive!  I'm very excited for our family to become one of beekeepers - so you'll probably see plenty of photos of the hive when we move them in to their pastel yellow hive :)  Spring break is in two weeks!  I am living for that trip to California, right now.  I can't wait to take a million photos and go shopping and bask in the glorious amazingness of the West Coast - it really has a totally different vibe (sorry, thinking about this is bringing out the hippy in me) than the East.

The sun is slowly washing away the grey of winter :)


Wednesday, 21 March 2012

the colour of our planet from far, far away.

oversized teal shirt - L.L. Bean (I told my father I liked his shirt, and he gave it to me!) // striped camisole - Kohl's // brown shorts - Kohl's // heels - Nine West // brown fedora - Urban Outfitter's
(photos courtesy of my father)

I'm not a  huge fan of birthdays in general - especially not my own - but in this case, I'd like to make an exception.  Mostly because I think it's pretty much a miracle that this blog has stayed alive for one whole year today!  Quite exciting.  As a celebration, I'd like to share with you the poem which lent its title to the name of this blog:

painted magnolias.
she sings
to the painted magnolia tree
peeking in
at her window sill
on warm, humid nights

a spray of vanilla
and salty sea breeze
remind her of
and tomorrow’s goodbyes

the flick of a knife
on her artist’s bouquet
petals shatter
to the floor
in a show of almost

staining the floorboards
with their sweet, glossy scent
they linger
then blow out the window
to join their brethren

no one has sung
to the old magnolia tree
since she left years ago
red scarf ‘round her neck
paintbrush in hand


Tuesday, 20 March 2012

like that time I thought Walt Whitman was from the '70s.

geometric tank - Target // teal bellbottoms - J. Crew // belt - vintage // orange bag - thrifted vintage // heels - Nine West // sunglasses - Target // lipstick - Revlon in Demure

Earlier yesterday (when I wore these clothes), my friends remarked on how much I looked like a 70's girl - so I decided to complete the vibe, go with the flow, fulfil my potential, be groovy, and blow-dry my hair straight, put on some big glasses, and pretend I know what decade goes with which fashion-y theme...  because I'm pretty sure I mixed up two or three there.

Today is the first day of spring!  I'm very excited, even though here in my area we seem to have totally skipped any pretence of "spring", and gone on straight to summer with temperatures in the 80s every day.  Yeesh.

Now I'm off to eat some leftover shepherd's pie and work on my schoolwork... some more.  I suppose I should stick an apology in here for not posting for several days - I'm sorry!  But life happens and I have no excuses.  So that was my lame apology of the month!

I have a couple of other sets of outfit photos to share, so those might be up later this week (we've a long weekend, hurrah!)... or not. 

[clever end line.]


Tuesday, 6 March 2012

it's springtime, but there is still ice on the ground.

close to snapping.  (or: this needs a better title.)

petals flutter furiously
aggressively proclaiming their wordless joy
and I just wish it would rain so
no one would hear me shout.

hush, hush,
the sunlight plants wishes on
your hand and for some reason
the only thing I can’t forgive
is that you mowed over our
daffodils last spring.

what, why, do you think you can
control it?  there’s no
on-and-off switch, darling,
check the papers, they’d have
found it
and the cat hasn’t changed his
habits yet,
so why should I?

mockingbirds scratch the ground and
reopen scars which winter had smoothed
away.  spring is new
and honest but the one promise
I’ve kept so far isn’t green, because
I believe in ulterior motives.

I don’t know why you tolerate my
cruel idiosyncrasies, but while you’re at it,
allow me one more second
to hold the tundra to my chest;
the thaw was not unwholly
welcome but I still feel guilt
for enjoying the return of the golden hour.

winter can’t fight the sun
forever – her ice crystals betray her
and did you know that when
they’re frozen, rubber bands
don’t stretch.

they break.


Saturday, 3 March 2012

astronomical consequences.

Finally, Doc Martens in my size!  Now for the dreaded breaking in...

collared shirt - J. Crew // skirt - hippy music festival // tights - Target // socks - who knows? // shoes - Elle for Kohl's // necklace - another hippy music festival, surprise surprise!

the first time you found yourself
in a star, your painted phalanges
left marks on the industrial
carpeting, on everything.  lead on:

keep the greenery to your
back, and remember
she always watches the
dust motes on glass so
hush, hurry –
dust is eloquent, it can’t

keep your chin up,
even when you think it’s boring,
the kind of evening nobody sees,
not infinite enough, not problematic,
just static.
shock yourself awake, make some
noise, tell the truth.
don’t drown yourself in nebulae.

maybe your eyes will meet
in spite of the storm of who you are – careful not
to take your eyes from the
sun too long.  remember
your physics lessons, your jazz
lessons, your magic.
look ahead, look above, be prepared.

openness and the hope of
those who don’t know what they’re
counting on.  they remember –
you remember, too, don’t you? –
the days of waiting.
it rains and rains and nothing
ever washes away because

the land is porous; everything
we wish would dissolve just
rolls down the street, feeds your
neighbor’s azaleas and
the stars look down along with
everyone you couldn’t fool.