MOVING ON

To my new blog to chronicle my transition from high school to college (and my descent into a reclusive cat lady). Cheers! :)

CUPCAKE SAGA II

WHY. WHY DOES LIFE HATE ME.

CUPCAKE SAGA I

STATUS: MY CUPCAKES ARE GOING TO EXPLODE YOU GUYS WHAT DO I DO

UPDATE: OH GOD THEY'RE STILL GROWING WHY

UPDATE: DEAR LORD HELP ME

IT GETS WORSE BEFORE IT GETS BETTER

Cleaning = the art of shoving one pile on your floor into another pile on your floor. It's an acquired skill that requires a great amount of focus and attention to detail, i.e. how to carefully stuff as many things as possible into as little space as possible. Today I kicked off Spring Break 2013 by dumping out the contents of one of my closets  and conjoining it with the already existing mess eating up my floor. 

Confession - if you siphon off the top layer of dust in my room, you can peel papers back sheet by sheet and find things dating from pre-3rd grade. Call me sentimental but I always develop this weird mentality at the end of every school year that every single worksheet/piece of homework/assignment will somehow become something that I'll definitelydefinitelydefinitely need one day and that the one thing I throw away will just happen to be the one thing that will save my life someday (i.e. be the million dollar question on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire - THERE'S A SOLID CHANCE OKAY). So every few days (since these days I pretty much spend my nights camping out on the couch and embracing my inner-hobo), I venture back into my bedroom and carve a little path through the forest of papers and lost pen caps and strewn cardigans and forage my way to whatever it is I need to grab, then emerge unharmed and unscatched back in the civilized world (re: my hallway).

Anywho, about twice a year, I do a wardrobe overhaul and get rid of any clothes that I can't fit into anymore or just don't really wear (okay so maybe I just keep it all and stuff it under my bathroom sink but still). Today though, I convinced myself that this time is going to be different. I spent a good two hours Googling/Youtubing closet organization tips and I'm proud to say that I only got to the weird part of Youtube in the last fifteen minutes. I was so hyped and mentally prepared and then I looked back at the monster of a pile sitting in my room and I was like, "Welp. TIME TO COLOR THE WALLS."

And so I did. I've actually been meaning to decorate my bedroom walls for a good two or three years now. I'm going to (eventually) put up Christmas lights and add more line art/wall art and stick on cutouts of Lord Lagerfeld and mah gurl Cara like the Tumblr wannabee I am. I can't claim credit for the pugs though. My soulmate4lyfe Jen had it saved on her phone and I sneakily sent it to myself because let's be honest guys - no one can resist dat face with dat hat. Also don't judge my goldfish (they're obviously goldfish what are you talking about).

LOOK AT THE NUBS THOUGH. Unfortunately my poor Sharpies didn't survive unscathed. I think I've gone through about 3 or 4 now but they all lived good lives and their sacrifices shall not have been in vain. I SHALL USE THEIR BRETHREN WELL.

What is my life.

Love,
Chloe

P.S. Oh. Wait. I probably should've told my mom first what I was going to do to my wall. Um... o___o

SNIPPETS OF SPRING

Spring is officially here and I can't waitwaitwait to dust out those high-waist shorts (that granted I've been wearing since winter but still) and crazy-layer patchworks of prints to my little heart's desire. :) Also, I've slightly fallen in love with YSL's S/S 2013 RTW collection (which I guess I should now be calling Saint Laurent Paris but old habits die hard); as much as I like to say that "pants are for quitters", wearing nothing but pencil skirts for a week helps you develop a healthy appreciation for power suits that somehow manage to look like the beautimous lovechild of skinny jeans and tapered trousers (think Hillary Clinton rainbow pantsuits but even better). The rock-glam-chic vibe! The chiffon! The sequins! Hedi Slimane is pretty much perfection.  

Also, I finally got around to taking some OOTD shots. My neighbors gave me the weirdest looks while I awkwardly lugged around my tripod and pretended to be taking really interesting pictures of the cement. I'll upload them tomorrow once I find some batteries to re-revive my dead camera. The poor thing gets abused so much by me.

Love, 

Chloe