Rain Days

Currently dancing in my seat to Red. And blowing kisses to the hurricane because I get to have an actual rain day because of it. Bad weather means good times. Occasionally. So I'll be posting all of last weeks outfits tomorrow ( they came down from gossiping up in the attic ), but for now here's WHAT I WORE:

So lets do some multiple choice shall we?

a: I can't draw

b: Skin changes color drastically naturally

c: I love NeverShoutNever

d: I enjoy chunks of chocolate on a wooden spoon that you mix in warm milk to make espresso that's from Germany

d: Chocolate and vanilla soy milk are wonderful

e: I hate it when people crack their knuckles

f: I just love rain days

Lots of Hurricane Kisses,

Dodie

There's Snow in Lublin

Which is in Poland. Which is not here. It's raining here and all I want is some tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Screw fireflies. Tomato sauce jars are the new thing.That didn't make sense. But neither does the fact that I'm interpreting quotes form a classic and obsessing over Yoko Ono on a Sunday morning when I should be watching Modern Family. Also I should be publishing a fashion post. But my outfits from Thursday and Friday ended up in the wash and are now gossiping upstairs in the attic. So ya'll be getting a belated post this Wednesday. Before my mom yells at me to stop blogging and tells me to go back to Cry, the Beloved Country, I'll have you know that you can sign up to this blog via email. Just FYI.
Lots of Love,
Dodie

This Week We Wear Stripes

And purple. More like lavender. Then I wish I could hide lavender sachets from the huge fields in France in the corners of my soul. I can't even. I'm too deep. In reality I throw a bunch ( two ) in with my bandanas. They smell nice. I saw a play in a large room painted black. I don't know how they kept straight faces while screaming and yelling at each other and eskimo kissing. I also had a brownie. It came from a box, but those are the best kind.

Here's this week's art exhibition:

 And while waiting for all these lovely photos to load I've realized:

a: my friends (whom are featured in the photos) are amazing photographers

b: I want a room with a white ceiling and floor, and chalkboard painted walls

c: I am a sailor, from Paris, with love

d: We should support LGTB more often

e: We should also wear more purple war paint

f: I almost forgot what letter comes after "e"

g: The same thing happened with "f"

h: German exchange students make me want to become best friends with all of them

i: Those brown pods smell like seaweed

j: Seven dollars in quarters is a lot of quarters

k: Coming in early to a Cappella club means getting stickers

l: Stickers are good

Lots of Love,
Dodie

Showering

I should be showering considering it's 10 pm and I need to go to sleep and let my mind take in all the weirdness of the day. And dream. I like dreams. Especially when I can remember them and tell them to my sister and parents in the morning over Wegman's pumpkin pie yogurt and green tea when the last thing they want to hear is what I dreamed about. I SHOULD KEEP A DREAM JOURNAL. Please know I'm not yelling at you. I just had a eureka moment. Also I forgot to hit the caps lock button. Oh well. Life goes on. By the way, I showered. It's now 10:30 pm. Very interesting Dodie, keep it coming. Thanks for all the love for this blog! It means a lot. No, but seriously. When people say they like my blog I calmly say "thank you" with a smile, but on the inside I want to bake you a cake, and make you a mixed CD with all your old favorite songs that you can't remember anymore so that when you play it you feel all nostalgic and happy and then throw glitter at you because I love you.

Here's some photos:

Now I know what you're thinking, "OMGHHKP Dodie, these aren't fashion related. Trees and clouds and pretty mailboxes and your face at that angle aren't fashionable." And I would just sit here in my bed stalking Jason Mraz's and Christina Perri's adorable friendship on Instagram and say, " I like sliced goldfish kidneys, and taking a break form geometry homework to take a  spontaneous walk while listening to a podcast about math in your favorite sunnies is not fashionable. Ever. 

Lots of love, and promises to make this Friday's post more interesting and fashion freindly,

Dodie