(wearing: vintage Led Zeppelin tee, DIY high/low thrifted skirt, vintage boots, vintage/diy/f21 jewelery)
I really love confusing people with my appearance, if you haven't caught on to that already. This week, I felt like unleashing my inner 90's grunge-ified harajuku girl. This new wig obsession/collection in the making is taking over my life.
Like I was saying yesterday, this is an exciting week for me.
BECAUSE: a. I turn twenty one (in two days), b. my week is full of fun adventures and festivities, and c. I'm finally getting my license.
I'd like to tell you all a story about a girl. This 'girl' looked forward to her sixteenth birthday for the entirety of her childhood, because as most do, she associated it with getting her driver's license. Along the way to reaching this most long awaited mile stone, life happened. After a highschool experience scattered with stressful and life changing events, parental refusal due to declining ambition and suffering grades, and injury after horrible injury- that excitement had severely faded.
When I had reached nineteen and still didn't have a license, people started bringing it up more and questioning me about why I didn't have it; and 'how could you possibly not have it by now?' and 'why the hell not?!' and 'are you just too lazy?' and so on and so forth. They always seemed so disapproving and looked at me as if I must not have a care in the world or a thought in my mind. The truth is that as time had passed, I began to slowly be overcome with worry and nervousness about going through with the test. I really believe the worry stemmed from fear of failure and what others would think of me because of it. I realized I would never push myself to go through with it, unless I was doing it for the right reason. For me. Over the Summer, I set a goal for myself. To get my license by my twenty first birthday. My mom set the exam appointment for the 25th of October, and suddenly in what seemed like a blink of the eye, the day had arrived. I am happy to say that I passed the test (even though they ask the most ridiculous and pointless questions-none of which were on any of the practice tests!) and I can officially drive LEGALLY! (with my temporary permit). Now, my nerves about the 'driving with a real life instructor' portion need to be pushed to the back of my mind until next week so I can enjoy my Birthday week and celebrate how amazing life is. It's not so much the 'turning twenty one' that I'm excited about, it's more the fact that this year feels different. This year feels like I'm welcoming a new page in my life, and I have a feeling it's going to be the best one yet.
p.s. sorry for babbling, but I just wanted to share this with you loves!
aaaand she does it again.
Being that I'm an Irish gahl meself, I was supaa excited that the video was filmed in Ireland.
The fact that the styling is heavily influenced by Irish street style was just the icing on the cake.
I love ya Ri Ri, even if you did get kicked off an Irish man's land for being dressed too provocatively.
I'll drink to thaaaat, yayeeyayuhh.
No, it is not an optical illusion or your mind playing tricks on you; my ends are (an extremely faded) green and my roots are breworange (brown-red-orange?). or were for that matter. These photos were taken a couple of weeks a go (shows you how behind in posting I ammmmm-damn that ever dedicated procrastinator in me) and lately I seem to have hair issues. I've been dying my hair rather compulsively lately, which has been a huge 360 from not doing a damn thing with my hair for almost a year. What can I say, when you're in search of the perfect color but you're not quite sure yet what that color is, what better way to find it than a little experimetation? So don't be confused by my continually changing hairss for a while. OH, and I dyed my ends with a DIY kool-aid paste (got the idea from the beautiful Madeline's blog: Jean Greige) which I had hoped would result in purple tips, but instead left me with murky greenish blue. Next time, I plan on mixing red kool-aid with the purple.
Just call me rainbow locks. Yes, that was almost too cheesy-even for ME.
And don't think you've escaped the wrath of my wig obsession either.
Seaghna (SEA-anna) Wilson.professional appreciator of all things 'weird' and 'awkward'.twenty two.scorpio. this blog is a place for me to share my personal thoughts, adventures, photography, and all other sources of inspiration. .Contact me:SEAOFSTYLE@YAHOO.com
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