Inspiration hit over the weekend and I had a bout of creativity. I turned my unattractive purse into a striking convertible shoulder bag/clutch. Lately I’ve been seeing tiny pouches with long straps everywhere. I absolutely adore these petite shoulder bags, daintily draping over the shoulder.
My younger sister owns one with a delicate golden chain-link, but other than that it was clearly preferred for its brand name, Juicy Couture. My older sister is in possession of one in a reflecting black shade embellished with a silver jeweled brooch. Mostly I am accustomed to seeing these shoulder bags simply did up in leather with tan and earthy tones. They flatter taller and curvier figures best, bringing out length, adding height to a natural width.
After a few adjustments from a hammer, cutting metal with scissors, and a throbbing bruised elbow my designing was complete. My very own creation doubles as a shoulder bag and clutch. The long strap is made of a sturdy black rope material. My favorite part of the ensemble is the pouch/purse. The body resembles a curved trapezoid. Each side has an exclusive pattern giving definition to the black silk. The main sides include themes of emerald peacock feathers, fiery red dragon scales, and calming blue mist. The silver clasp makes it remarkably easy to pop open and closed and shines edgily against the silk. The shoulder bag can be taken from an everyday, casual atmosphere to a clutch with an elegant evening gown. The sheer versatility and personality that this accessory conveys makes me proud to be its creator.
Sometimes attractions are inexplicable. I cannot pinpoint exactly why I find this song so infectiously cheerful. Something within the disco beats and smooth voice puts a smile on my face. My recommendation: test out Trevor’s dance moves.
My love life is pathetic. I have my romances, but there are no substantial relationships to date. The relationships I form mainly consists of stalkers, people who end up hurting me, or people who I end up scaring off. I want to change that.
I was going through my email and deleting my old messages when I came across the starred category. There was only one email between me and a guy, a special guy. Throughout the year we had gotten to know each other and when he moved to Korea our communication did not end. We had emailed each other back and forth twelve times, but I was the one to cut it off. Those emails gave me strength where I was otherwise lacking it, really. I confided in this guy and he reciprocated. Each email might have been a page or two measured in Microsoft word. The contents of each documenting our lives. It was a simple, but heartfelt form of communication. Unfortunately it was also a long-distance relationship and for me that just didn’t work. Every time I emailed him all I could think of was how I would never see him again. I ended it for my own selfish reasons, but at least now I have one nice relationship to date.
School’s out for the summer. And what am I doing? I’m stuck at home, sick. My head is pounding, throat parched, and nose congested. I rarely get sick, but this time it was my fault. I’d spent the day crying. I’m a sensitive person, perhaps too emotional. It all started when I was hanging out with my friend and with her help I realized something. I run, I run away from confrontations. If I do not like something, I’ll walk away. If it came down to a fight or flight situation, I would be the first one on my feet. Anyways that scene culminated in an overdue emotional breakdown and now I’m dealing with the consequences.It’s been so long since I’ve gotten sick I have forgotten what it feels like. In other news our city had it’s second murder in the last 10 years. A women was shot to death near my high school. We live in the supposed safest city in the U.S. That probably was a dead-giveaway as to where I live. If only you could have seen how many officers were on the scene, it was incredible. The cops in our city are bored. Once when someone stole meat from Albertsons, the whole poultry section was closed off with police tape. There were forensic scientists fingerprinting the area. One would think a murder had been committed.
I was thoroughly saddened by the fact that all my favorite shows ended for the season. It is quite evident that teenagers are the main viewers of most of these TV shows. Why end them when teens have summer vacation? Anyways I thought I would not have any major TV shows to watch this summer, until I discovered Switched at Birth.
This show focuses on the lives of two adolescents upon discovery that they have been switched at birth. As a skeptic of ABC family I was expecting the themes to be melodramatic and predictable, but I was pleasantly surprised. The characters have depth to them. Bay putting on the facade of a cynic and Daphne maintains the persona of a good-girl, but there are cracks visible and raw. Oh, I forgot to mention I am in love with their names:
Bay Madeline Kennish
Daphne Paloma Vasquez
They are so exquisite, a fitting exotic-touch. Paloma means dove in Spanish and it’s one of those words that I consider mellifluous. The emotions and family turmoil are real and believable. The love interests are quite good-looking and watching these girls you expect them to have quite a few. It’s not a perfect show, but it’s definitely on the better end of dramas. The plot is a bit too predictable to be sheer coincidence, but it works well, never bordering cheesy. I’m two episodes in and I am hooked.