If you knew what I knew, you could stand in the rain, forever, too.
I'm not afraid of proportions, and I love feeling as if I'm sitting indoors on a rainy day in some pajama-worthy softness with a bowl of popcorn and some Swan Princess. However, duty calls. Thus, my gray Forever21 harem pant is paired with my oversized fringed-hemmed poncho. The poncho falls off my shoulders and leaves a longer train of fringes behind me. I'll raise my hands, and it's as if I have black, shredded wings bursting from the side of my torso--an image for a rainy day, indeed. Topping of my day-for-the-rain ensemble is my Metropark bowl, black-banded hat.
WARNING: I'm typing in a near vegetative state, more than ready to hit the bed for some deep sleep. Now days, I'm dressing in the dark and whilst asleep, incomprehensible and unable to comprehend anything. These days, I'm setting up my internship with CollegeFashionista, drafting articles for both Mode de la Mode and 72M's next online/print issues, writing a fashion column for the Spectator, transitioning between my old and new positions in two different clubs, working three different jobs, and preparing for my fast-approaching finals. One thing, oddly, keeps me calm. The rain, for many, is loathsome, (and more so in the Spring). I welcome it. It's my lullaby, drumming like fast and light fairy feet running across the window sills and balcony bars by the side of my bed.
Never fear. Truly, Fashionwrites comes first for writing--you come first. You're my go-to support group, and I love providing (with crossed fingers) inspiring or thought-provoking content. I intend to continue this sharing shinanza (with crossed fingers) at a faster pace come summer. Work won't end with this year's finals, but I have plans for revamping this site and providing more availability and openness to you, as readers and appreciated fans. These are the thoughts that drum in my mind like the rain on my windowsill.