Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Um, hi?

Well, I would be lying if I said that I wasn't neglecting this thing. And that almost five months of not doing something consistently that is important to you may not be a bright idea. But as my mother always says, practice your craft! Don't quit! Don't stop believin'! Hold on to that feeelllliiinnn'!

But as of late, I've been embarking on this wondrous journey called school. That of which encourages its students to be social and do things outside of staying home in sweatpants and contemplating what to wear the next day. And, under my duress of wanting to be a sociable mariposa, I joined activities. And much to my happy surprise, I've made friends. I have also learned that you cannot trust some people with your confidences, but that opening up and being yourself is a fabulous way to live!

And I realized that whenever I am upset with the world life I write it out. And then I realized that this corner of the interwebs is mine, and I can write in it!

Yeah so I am going to be more consistent. Because I have so many ideas that I need to get out of my head. And I love doing this. So, yeah.

 Hannah, xo

P.S- This is the start of something beautiful, I can tell.

Sunday, August 11, 2013


So as of this beginning school year, I will be wearing clothes of my choosing... Which is an odd sentence to write because most of my life it cost me at least $3 and and a reason to justify paying it to do so. But I must admit it's nice not having to think about your clothes in the morning. Because khakis are khakis and collared shirts are collared shirts. The most "self expression" we got were shoes and hoodies (mostly from A&F, ugh) that we could barely wear anyway. Having uniform is like having a personal stylist who tells you those Sperry's look good EVERYDAY and are ALWAYS in style.

So now I get to wear whatever I want (within reason). I am a bit nervous because I've been waiting for this moment and I am not at all ready. It's like that book you like that finally made a movie and you don't want to see it because if it doesn't live up to your anticapated dreams its going to crush your soul. Yup.

I feel like if I don't EXPRESS MYSELF, I'll be letting 5-year old Hannah down. The one who said she was a "fashionsita". But what if I succumb to peer pressure and I get sucked into the perfume- heavy world of Hollister?!

 I am very lucky to have a mom who allows me to express myself. She lets me be me. And she tells me to never apologize for it. 

The good thing is I don't care about what my peers think about me when it comes to fashion. If I want to wear knee high socks with saddle shoes and a vintage skirt then I will, darnit (Keepin' it PG).

And if I want to wear all black and mope around the halls like a zombie then I will.

But if I just want to wear sweatpants and have my hair tied and quote Drake, that's okay too.

Because it's my clothes, and my style and my expression and most of all my choice.


P.S.- I get my great "sense of style" from my mom. She was head cheerleader and voted Most Fashionable in High School. And she also has a degree in fashion. That's quite a bit to live up to. Oh boy, now I'm just bragging about my mom.