Like a London Chap

So...I'm wearing my London tee again, and the burn on my forehead is as poopy brown as ever. ;) But, hey, I mean, poop brown forehead smudges that resemble skin cancer are totally hot, right? Totally. ;) Ah well, I've always been a big fan of scars anyway, adding another to my vast repertoire is actually a positive thing in my book. I was going to make this whole post about how in love, nay, obsessed I am with England but I mean, how many times can you all really hear about how once upon a time I became enchanted with a story about a boy wizard, then fell in love with the gent to end all gents, Mr. Darcy, read every single book by a certain young lady, sir name Austen, felt all female empowered when I read the romance of a certain Miss Eyre, and was completely entranced by every thing from the music down to the scenery of the 2005 version of P&P? I think the, oh, bazillion, times I've already talked about this probably suffices. I will say this, though, my heart belongs at Pemberly, my last name should be Darcy (or Bingley, I'm not picky;), I deserve to have magical powers and be the ginger best friend of a one Mr. Potter, and I, and every female in the world for that matter, deserve to have one off the charts romantic letter a la Persuasion written to us. Also, I look like a London chap. Yes, I'm calling myself a bloke. I mean, I'm wearing plaid, grandpa loafers and leather-ish pants. If that isn't what a London chap dresses like, than I don't know London (I don't).

Oh, and, guys? My novela (Spanish soap-opera) ended! Boo. ;( I hate when my novelas end! Also? Now that I'm older, I can fully appreciate just how cheesy novelas are. I mean, people get ACID thrown in their faces. ACID. People get beheaded, tortured, kidnapped on the regular, fall in and out of love, come back from the dead (at least once), and have some sort of debilitating facial deformity that somehow manages to get fixed with some sort of miraculous surgery that makes them beautiful...but I like the cheese. The Chad likes the cheese. The Chad likes the cheese. Sorry, lame Charley's Angels reference, I know.

London Tee: F21 cute options here

Plaid Button Up: F21 similar

Liquid Leggings: h&m similar

Loafers: h&m

Sunnies: F21 similar-ish 

I know I've already said this, but I'm just SUPER stoked that the 90's have made their comeback. Super. Now that I'm not between the ages of 0-7 I can fully appreciate half ponytails, leggings, shirts/sweaters tied around my waist, and knee high socks. I mean, back in the day, the only reason I wore a sweater tied around my waist was for the convenience of having somewhere to tie it around when I got hot. ;) Also, I LOVE these sunglasses! I love how bright they are and that they change from blue/green to blue/purple, depending on the light. Well, I'm off, mother nature has delivered me her monthly uterus punch and I require lots and lots of tea & cookies, and ice cream to make a full recovery from wanting to spend my entire day doing this...

Much love!

P.S. This is what happens when you try to explain to your kid brother exactly what portion of your body a close up should encompass. Also, I swear I shave, those are just the hollows of my pits, not crazy long hair. ;)

Nightmares and Head burns

I had the worst dreams the other night. Plus, they were creepy on top of being bad. The first dream was about...gosh this is embarrassing...Eminem. Yep. I had a nightmare about Eminem. My dream began thus. I was at a nighttime music festival with my sister. We had seen all of the artists that we liked so we decided to leave. Just as we were leaving we passed by the stage that Eminem was performing on. Right as we were passing, Eminem (who looked more Bradley Cooper-esque than like his actual creepy self) grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me up on stage. Dream me must've been majorly whacked on cotton candy or something because she was totally into it. Weirdo. Anyway, after Eminem's concert was over, he got my number (I have NO idea how dream me gave this to him willingly) and proceeded to send me flirty texts. I know. I know. Are you already vomiting in your mouth? I am. Then, in the dream, I felt guilty for flirting with Eminem (upchucking as I type this) because I remembered that he's married. Worst dream ever? Worst dream ever.

Now, onto the second dream! This one is pretty simple. I dreamed that all of my hair was falling out. In this nightmare, I dreamed that I was sitting at my kitchen counter with my mom when, all of a sudden, I noticed that there was a GIANT patch of hair missing on the right side of my head! I then proceeded to freak out and noticed that the more I freaked out, the more hair kept disappearing! By the time I managed to force myself to wake up, I had no eyelashes, was missing an eyebrow, and had only three strands of hair left on my head. I was almost in tears. Anyway, I think this dream was a form of a bad omen because when I was styling my hair that morning I burned my forehead. Pretty badly. Look closely and you'll notice a brown smudge on the top right (your left) corner of my forehead.  That's the burn.

Cardigan: Express similar

Top: h&m 

Liquid Leggings: h&m similar

Flats: h&m

Sunnies: F21 similar

In clothing related news, I'm digging these liquid leggings. I got them last summer and wore them twice. Now that I'm not shopping, though, because of my "Closet Challenge" (even if I've sucked this month) I'm finding myself wearing more of the things in my closet. In a way, I'm kind of shopping within my own closet. Anyway, I love these leggings because they're reminiscent of leather pants without actually costing the price of leather pants. Although, I do want an actual pair of leather pants. The past couple of days, here in Utah, have been really overcast and rainy/snowy so I've been sticking to purples and blues as far as color palettes go. No complaints here, though, I love me some good blues and purples! Although, I do wish that the warmer weather we'd been having would make a come back! 

Much love!