Friday, July 30, 2010
I made the bag on top out of a bag. (Very clever, right? A bag out of a bag?) I think its cool because all I did was take an old worn out hand bag and turn it into a cute cinch back pack.
The headband with the big white bow is called White Bow delight, the name is courtesy of my metrosexual father (he hasn't had much experience at naming these sorts of things).
The headband with the yellow flower I named Sunshine (Instead of maybe eternal springtime, like my father recommended. You gotta love that guy).
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Girls wear it to look older.
Older women wear it to look younger.
So what is the true purpose of this thing that is a beloved security blanket for the women of our world today.
Maybe it's just that, a security blanket, and when we wear it we become better than we are.
My question for today is who is to say what's better or worse?
Would Beyonce still be Beyonce if she didn't have the glam eyelashes and sparkly lipgloss? Would Reese Witherspoon still be the all american sweet heart without her flawless completion? Could drew Barrymore still be the covergirl without her smoky eyes?
Do these powerful women rely on their talent to get them places, or their looks?
I'm not questioning the fact that these women probably could go places on talent alone. I'm just wondering why did beauty help to get them their.
I'm a make up wearer just as much as the next woman, but I'm starting to wonder why I started wearing it.
I started breaking out with zits in the third grade, and was always taller than anyone else. By 5th grade there I was. A tall pubescent girl of 11 who started feeling more and more akward each minute. I guess thats why I wore makeup. Coverup, eyeliner, anything to make me feel beautiful.
Whose standard of beauty was I trying to measure up to? My own, or the one commercialized by the media, and my peers.
After considering this, I've realized what i consider to be beautiful, and that is everyone.
I have decided everyone is beautiful.
I feel my design are going to reach out to women who feel confident enough to wear them and secure enough of themselves to know that they look good.
Anyways, I've decided that if I ever use models to show off one of my articles of clothing they will not be wearing makeup.
I'm not trying to say makeup is terrible (once again, I wear it) but I think that it should only be worn by people who are confident with themselves so that its not used as a shield against who they really are.
You, my dear reader, may think I'm weird but I think I'm right.
Makeup is fine and is fun if you know that its not making you better because only you can make you better, and no one can tell you how you're supposed to look because no one looks the same.
Well, thats my 10 cents worth. Bye for now!
P.S. I stink at spelling, so the stars names I mentioned are probably spelled wrong.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
I was reading a monologue called Ask the Fashion Goddess and thought about the reputation fashionistas have.
The main character in the monologue is a woman who has her own radio station that gives out fashion advice. The Fashion Goddess receives different phone calls from callers throughout the monologue and she answers in a ditzy, funny way. For example;
"'Britney, you're on the air with the Fashion Goddess!
(another voice)Is, like, glitter, you know, still, like (giggles)- in?
Britney, my sweet, you are a simple simple person with a simple, simple question. And the answer to that question is: YES!!! Always and forever, glitter is in! Disco, Roller Derby, Mardi Gras, Queen for a Day, glitter is the essence of our nations fashion heritage! Glitter is as American as cheese ravioli. Didn't President lincoln use glitter bombs to defeat the British at Pearl Harbor? I think she did. Glitter absolves even the most truly fashion impaired of their gooberness, and, Britney, if you truly- in your simple-simple heart-of-hearts- want to please the Fashion Goddess, beyond all reason, fill a salt shaker with glitter and sprinkle it merrily-merrily on every single outfit you own.'"
Now what do you get from that?
Personally it makes me think all fashionistas are crazies and dummies, and that is not true because I am neither crazy nor dumb.
Though this monologue is enjoyable and funny it is true to the stereotype that most people apply to fashionable peoples.
I'm going to correct that right now.
People that have a passion for fashion work just as hard as the person who teaches, or fights fires all day. However, they work in a different way. Making clothes, designing, or anything that has to do with a fashion mag. requires that person to be aware of the wants of the people they are trying to sell their product to. They need to be able to work long hours with many disappointments and few huge rewards that mainly rely on luck and timing. They need to be able to deal with the frustration of a broken needle several times in a row, picky customers who are rude and ruthless, and of course the continuous criticism of unknown, and known people.
However the rewards that come frequently enough to make someone passionate are the ones that you feel inside after you have made something you love, and that no one can ever take away from you no matter how hard they try. These are the hardships and reward that not just any halfwit or ditz could work through and towards.
The ultimate goal in people who make clothes shouldn't be to become famous because thats mainly luck. The goal should be to make clothes, bags, and accessories that they are proud of. Everything else is inconsequential, and when it becomes important you're no longer an artist following your passion, you're following the dollar.
The monologue was from The Ultimate Audition Book For Teens 2
Friday, July 9, 2010
(I have made two new headbands for my collection. One of which has a large white bow on it, and the other one has a smaller white bow on it and a button. )
When I go to San Diego with my family chilling at the zoo, and hanging out at the pool will be very relaxing. I could tell you about how I really don't want to suffer around the bad fashion in San Diego, but I won't because I'll be too busy with my family to notice/ care too much. Yes, I will be tempted to pull some people over and let them know the error of their ways, but I won't. I should put up banners letting all beach bums know that it isn't ever okay to wear socks with sandals, oversized ketchup stained sweatpants, or cheetah print gogo's but, hey, we all need to learn on our own time.
I'm not saying that everyone in San Diego is badly dressed, I'm sure there are fashionistas. My experience has made me a little prejudiced against unfashionable San Diego-an's because its not like they don't have the resources to be stylish. They have the beach! The zoo! The Sea World! All of these inspirations and yet little results. Maybe San Diego will surprise me when I go. Maybe it won't. Bottom line, I won't be able to focus on that because I will be with my family.
Those of you who know me, know that I can be a sweet, sweet girl, but those of you who know me better know that I have a weakness when it comes to fashion.
I will have a good time looking at lions, tigers and bears (oh my!), watching Glee with my cuz, and jumping into cold pools. It might even be refreshing when I come home to see that most of the people in my town dress pretty decently.