This Thanksgiving, I am sporting my gratitude for lace, collars, the color black, and tights.
My initial demeanor towards starting this blog was one of caution, I was afraid that a–at the time–15 year old would have nothing worthy to say about fashion. I can honestly say this blog has changed my life for the better. It has brought on so many opportunities for me, and it has made the past year the most revolutionary time of my life.
The beginnings of my self-discovering years started with this blog. After multiple failed attempts at sports and other extra-curricular activities, I felt as is if I finally found my niche with this blog. Dolls in Suburbia led me to my first internship. I was a naïve 15 year old, being interviewed through a webcam by someone in New York for a virtual position. Unfortunately, that internship was curtailed by anxiety due to too many unsavory working-until-dawn moments.
My second and third internship offerings came shortly after and were much more promising than the first, Today I intern for Hello Perfect and MOD Magazine.
As more opportunities come and more exciting projects, which I cannot wait to I can not wait to share with you all, fall in my path, I can proudly say that if it were not for my sudden burst of confidence on a November night to start a blog, I would not have had all the amazing opportunities I have today.
Thank you to Kalin for making this beautiful collage for me.
Yesterday, I was told the wisest words that any man has ever gotten to hear while riding an obtrusively yellow bus home from school. I was enlightened by my dear friend Madeline who revealed to me that ”there is a thin line between being homeless and being a starving artist.”
Our mutual ambitious plans to move far from the superficiality that resides within our community brought us together in the most unconventional ways. As we drowsily stand at the front of our neighborhood together awaiting for a bright yellow bus to come our way, our conversations range from our love for feline fashion to our inside jokes about the corruption of our school’s physical education program.
With her as a companion to shamefully make the walk onto the bus while it holds up traffic, I can confidently say that my bus endeavors will be much more enriching than previous with her as a new ally.
Well, now that I went off on a tangent, I guess I should relate this post back to what the picture content is. Today I am wearing a child sized pinafore–could I classify myself as a starving artist? or have I crossed to the homeless-grunge territory?
Let me begin by getting all the cliché fall weather related talk out of the way first.
Now that leaves have begun to create a layer across my lawn, it’s really hitting me that the season closely associated with candles and other cozy-like things is here. It’s fall weather that always makes me rethink if I actually do prefer the warmth over the cold. One difficulty I have with fall weather is the drastic difference between the morning and afternoon temperature. When I walk out to wait for the bus in the morning (yes, I still do take that obtrusively yellow form of public transportation) it is so cold that I feel the need to break out all my winter wool, but during the afternoon, the weather makes me regret wearing a sweater with layers underneath.
While oversized sweaters may be the epitome of cozy autumn wear, I sported their ugly step-sister, the turtleneck. I used to despise turtlenecks, cutting off the noose-like ring of fabric every time I liked a sweater with one on it. This season, I am finally able to appreciate turtlenecks, and I even kindly thank them for keeping me warm when scarves are forgotten.