Today I’ll be sharing the outfit I wore on the day that creepy man decided to stare at me with gross intentions yet again. Is it because I was wearing tights that looked like thigh high socks? Is it because I was wearing a sequin bow? Is it because I was wearing massive heels? Is it because I just looked more ‘dressed up’ than the majority of people in the area? My brain almost reaches exploding point when I try to understand why some men think that it is their right to just blatantly make girls and women feel like objects because of a certain way they may be dressed. I just don’t understand. I don’t dress the way I do for anyone except myself.
I recently ordered a few lipsticks from Illamasqua, I currently own a black lipstick from the brand and guys, their lipstick is so good. It’s definitely the best quality lipstick I own. I’m looking forward to receiving the new shades I ordered. Anyway, I didn’t bring this up to mainly discuss lipstick. While I was on their website, I noticed that they supported a charity called S.O.P.H.I.E, I was intrigued and decided to find out what it was about. The story I read horrified me. Readers from England and Europe might already know about this. The charity name stands for, Stamp Out Prejudice, Hatred and Intolerance Everywhere. The girl the charity is named after, Sophie Lancaster, was kicked to death in 2007 while she was walking home with her boyfriend, for no reason other than dressing like a goth. Her boyfriend was attacked first and Sophie shielded him, in an effort to protect him. She was then attacked herself. Both Sophie and her boyfriend went into comas after the attack. Her boyfriend survived, but tragically, Sophie never recovered and her life support was switched off. This poor girl had her life taken away because she looked different. Isn’t it terrifying that dressing differently could make you a target for the worst type of people that exist?
Reading stories like that make me realise how fucking disgusting the human race can be. I feel so bad for her mother, how could you ever feel that justice has been served after an event like that? What a horrific, terrible way to die. What’s even worse, is that apparently the youths who went ahead with this vicious attack, had absolutely no remorse, apparently the main offender was joking and laughing with his mother when he was being questioned by police. Ugh, the whole thing just makes me sick. You can read more about the charity here.
So, I haven’t blogged for six days. Mah bad. I guess I just haven’t been in a sharing mood lately, which is, kind of necessary for blogging. More like, I’ve been looking like shit recently, no joke. Working equates to boring outfits, unworthy of being documented. I get home from work and wear my pyjamas and then spend the rest of the day trying not to be anxious. What a bloody long journey with anxiety. It is getting better, (for anyone who may care to know) I promise! I have realised that permanently being free of that mind frame is a long process.. I just keep telling myself that if my imaginary, over exaggerated chest pains and sensations were in fact a serious issue, I highly doubt I’d still be alive right now. I mean, it’s been going on for months.
Moving on to a lighter topic. Orthodox Easter falls on a different date to regular Easter, so my family celebrated Easter this past Sunday. I didn’t really celebrate it myself though. Usually I’d be somewhere, stuffing my face. This year, the slightly sickening tradition of over eating had to be postponed as I had work, as did much of my immediate family. I still decided to wear some bunny ears to mark the ocassion. Not that the easter rabbit has anything to do with the original meaning of Easter. Wow, I just typed that word (Easter… ah! I did it again!) six times. Geez, someone matrix me a new vocab, fo real.
I’m just going to stop typing now because I can’t get over how dull and boring I sound. Hopefully someone will inject some life into me soon. People have referred to me as Daria so many times, I can’t exactly blame them. You should hear me in real life, HA HA HA HA HA. TTYL.
Don’t you just hate it when you’ve had a stressful day, it’s almost over, you’re trying to relax, while your family is yelling about some pointless shit in the background? Hmm, maybe that’s just me. I encountered my first difficult customer at work today. The computer that processes the whole photo printing system, froze twice in a row. The customer decided to blame me, of course. She swore and yelled at me, I was a little on edge and trying to ignore some anxiety at the time, so my face went completely red and I almost began to cry. Haha, that would have been so dramatic. I can just imagine. Usually I’m quite good at keeping my cool in the presence of irrational customers, however, on this particular occasion, all I wanted to do was yell back at her and just… leave. Probably a good thing that I stopped myself from doing that, I would probably be unemployed right now if I didn’t.
Wore this outfit a few days ago, I planned it very quickly a few minutes before I went to sleep, it had no thought process attached to its selection at all. Aah, I miss having the time to plan my outfits days in advance, that was fun for me… which may sound lame to people. Oh well. I updated my trusty black leather tardy wedges with different shoe laces I bought on e-bay almost a year ago. They’re black and have small white stars on them.
Helloo, I hope a few people enjoyed the interview with the girls from the Fabulous Stains. I’ve felt very rushed recently, so I haven’t been too inspired outfit wise, which is a shame, seeing as I enjoy getting dressed so much. I am taking photos and styling this Friday though, so hopefully that will re-ignite my lost spark. Seeing as the last post was so full of BAM, INYOFACE, crazy graphics, I decided to give my brain a break and keep things simple for this post. Presenting an outfit from two weeks ago that was, until now, lost in the world of my boyfriend’s memory card.
Yes, keeping it minimal to the maximum (if such a thing is possible?) and only posting two images today. This is like, my way of PRINT CLASHING you guuuuuyssssss. Haha, no, actually I wasn’t trying to print clash on purpose, it was just a coincidence. I actually don’t own that many clothes with prints on them. Mostly because, I don’t think very many printed items under the price of $1000 (aka designer clothing) look that appealing.
Like I mentioned in the post prior, I’ve been working quite a bit lately and after I come home from work, I basically just sit on my laptop aimlessly clicking link after random link, finding myself in new corners of cyber space, not yet seen by my eyes. I found myself at this link and it reminded me of how many people had belly button piercings in the early 2000s! I’m sure I’m not the only one who remembers this. Did you ever have one? I remember I used to be stunned at how confident some girls were, confident enough to expose their belly button and draw attention to it with some bling. I don’t think I could ever do that, I don’t like my body enough to showcase it to the public in such a way, power to the girls who can though. I think my dad would have killed me if I ever got a piercing anyway. My sister has wanted a lip piercing for a while, but my dad would disown her if she ever got one. Do any of you have any body/facial piercings? how did your parents react?
Before I end this post, I should probably announce the winner of my giveaway…. SAMANTHA TEDESCO. Congratulations I’ll be e-mailing you to let you know. Thanks to all nine people who entered the give away haha.
Woke up at 7.45 this morning without an alarm, what is this madness?! I’m going to be in a zombie like state tonight when I finish work at 10pm. I was so tired last night, I couldn’t even stay awake until midnight. How pathetic haha. I usually force myself to stay awake until at least midnight so then I don’t feel so lame. I mean, I’m 21, I should be stay up and party all night till like 7AM, right? I guess I should have seen the early morning coming. I’ve been listening to songs from everybody’s current favourite decade, the 90s. Not the cool grungy songs though, the cheesy dance music that I enjoyed as a five to eight year old. More on that later.
Ordered the leopard print hellbounds on Solestruck last week, they got to me in the same week. Ultra fast shipping, which was nice. These are some badass boots people. When I wear them, I feel like a monster cartoon character who decided to dress like a punk and go to a 70s disco. Yes, to me those are all good things. If you have any doubts, these pretty little things have been featured in Vogue Italia. What other confirmation can one need about their style? The hellbounds are also unbelievably comfortable for their height, they are so much more comfortable than the Litas in my opinion. I couldn’t walk in my Lita Spikes for more than five minutes without experiencing severe foot pain. I strolled around in the hellbounds for the entire night, and I was fine. Don’t get me wrong, they don’t feel like sneakers but they are more than bearable.
The only downer about yesterday’s outfit, was the crinkly looking skirt on this dress. Yes, I did iron the dress, which didn’t seem to make much difference. Note to self: dry clean only for these dresses next time.
You still have time to enter my giveaway, which can be found two posts down!
AINT NOTHING GONNA BREAK MY STRIDE, NOBODY GONNA SLOW ME DOWN, OH NO!, I GOT TO KEEP ON MOOOOVIN’
Empowering stuff! Am I the only one who isn’t afraid to admit that they liked this type of music?
What’s even worse, is that apparently the youths who went ahead with this vicious attack, had absolutely no remorse, apparently the main offender was joking and laughing with his mother when he was being questioned by police. Ugh, the whole thing just makes me sick. You can read more about the charity here.
I’ll be e-mailing you to let you know. Thanks to all 
