the dollhouse

My brother and I garbage picked a dollhouse last week.

I don't know what came over me; we were driving home from somewhere, and a few doors down from our (life sized) house, it was just sitting there. A box of old furniture with missing drawers and table legs was sat next to it. I had a moment of psychosis. I needed it.

REWIND: I have always wanted one of those fancy dollhouses at the hobby stores but never got one because they were expensive as hell and my parents got me the Trading Spaces house instead. Not knocking the TS house. It was/is amazing. It has real working lights, yall. And now lives under the stairs in the basement. So basically - this was meant to be.

However, I've never liked the victorian-ness of the houses and furniture, so we're taking a cue from this blogger's house and updating this house to a contemporary one. A kitchen, living room, master bedroom and office should suffice. Who needs bathrooms? I've already painted the office walls (top left room) and we'll be using scrapbook paper as "wallpaper". As for the outside, who knows. Even if we do nothing, it could still use a fresh coat of white paint.

Needless to say I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS I don't even care that I'm twenty years old.

video: april favorites

 Hey y'all. Have some April favorites. Also please watch in HD because it's pretty.

I've been stalking watching beauty videos on youtube religiously for a little over a year now, and I've caught the video making bug. I've been making them on and off for a few years, but I think it's finally here to stay now that I have a reliable camera and a whole summer ahead of me to do whatever I want. This week is finals week for me, and luckily I don't have many so I'm taking advantage of the last few quiet days in my little dorm to talk about material items and consumerism. Lawlz. I hope you enjoy this and please leave a comment here or on youtube if you did! Also if you'd like to see any certain videos from me please let me know. :) 

Happy Monday!

nail files: zoya "wednesday"

I decided since I have so much freakin' nail polish, I might as well showcase it. I'm proud of my collection! This was my first Zoya polish and though I've only bought one more since, it's quickly become one of my favorite brands. The formula is beauteous, the brush/application is great, and it lasts for SO long on me. I can easily get a week's wear with this with very few chips or tip wear. I've seen this described as a robin's egg blue, but I see it more as a greeny-turquoise. Really bright and fun to wear. Expect more of these posts because I am a self-proclaimed nail polish hoarder.

You can also check out my nailspiration board on pinterest if you are so inclined. :)

my bedroom

Whilst home for spring break, I decided I really missed my bedroom. My family refers to it as the cave, which is pretty appropriate, since I usually sit in the dark illuminated only by the computer screen or a lone candle in the corner.

My room has changed SO much over the years; when I first got here, the walls were light blue with painted white clouds, for my "moon and stars" theme. Then middle school came, the walls went lime green, and everything was a color explosion. I had an orange headboard, multicolored bedspreads, and so. much. junk. I was seriously a packrat. Too many tiny details all over the place. Once high school hit, three walls were painted tan, one dark gray. I was in my ~*old Hollywood glamour*~ phase. Everything looked super classy. Pretty different for an average 15 year old. That has evolved into this - whatever this is. It doesn't really have a theme. We painted the walls a dusty purple - so much painting! My mom is a nut -  and now the color palette is all of my favorites. I've cleared out all that junk (inside that trunk?) and now I only display my favorite things.

When I took these, the white carpets had been ripped up and we were preparing for a hardwood installation, hence the absolutely stunning subflooring you may be able to glimpse. Because of this, my beloved bookcase and all of it's holdings were scattered out in the hallway. That corner looked super empty and lonely. I love my books!

I really adore having a space that I can do whatever I want with, and one I can return to at the end of the day, light a candle (I've become one of those people) and just unwind. Though my room has undergone about a billion transformations, I am really content with how it is right now. Everything else was pretty fussy, and this is just comfortable and just right.

I was going to explain what's in each picture...but that stuff is for me. Ambiguity! If you have any questions please leave a comment! :)

I'M TWENTY

*cue quarter life crisis*

My birthday was pretty uneventful this year, but that was honestly fine with me. I had a few classes, a film club meeting, then ended the night with my dude hanging out on BuzzFeed looking at dumb stuff. I managed to take a few photos so that when I look back, I will actually remember turning this age. That's how unexciting my day was! Nonetheless it was still pretty fun. My parents sent me flowers, and I wore my cutie pi pin that they got me (via Kate's shop, Sweet and Lovely!)

My birthday is 3/14 - Pi Day. I have been in remedial math classes my entire life, so luck would have it that I have a mathematical birthday.

the foot debacle.

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I just found this floating in my drafts, and why the heck not. I'm posting it.

Everybody has at least one thing that they don't like about themselves physically. For me? My feet. My stupid, clunky, double wide, high in-step, size 11 feet.

They've always been huge. I was a 9 in fourth grade. Some girls I know are always like, "omg, my shoe size is so embarrassing!!! A 9 is enormous!!" Meanwhile I just nod my head and give them a pity-chuckle. If they think their size nines are big, how would they feel in my shoes? (pun intended.)

Unfortunately, you cannot change feet. They can't trim down like other parts of your body. They are what they are. Every time I go shoe shopping, I have to be mentally prepared and know ahead of time that most things won't fit me. I've had to settle for some less-than-cute pairs occasionally.

But you know what? I've done pretty darn good shoe-wise. Yeah, I might have to spend a bit more in order to insure a good fit, but at the same time, the more I spend the better the quality is and the longer they'll last. I'm usually not wearing some bargain shoe from Target or Kmart, and they may not be the "latest thing", but whatever! I like them, I wear them. My latest foray? The men's section. I've found some good (and kind of grungy! Just my type.) alternatives to styles I like. I wanted a pair of Doc Martens soooo bad, but I knew they wouldn't work for me. However, a pair of Doc knockoffs at Kohl's for $28? Yes!

Don't think I don't have my off days. Sometimes I feel like my life would be so much easier if I had little petite feet. However, I like to think of it this way; Uma Thurman wears elevens like me, and she had a sweet closeup in Pulp Fiction because apparently Quentin Tarantino likes big footed ladies. So hey, there's a market for this! I may not land a pair of perfect slouchy boots, but QT will take me!

Long story short - flaunt what you freakin' got. I mean I can't think of anybody who covets large feet, but...got hips? There's somebody out there who would die for them. Embrace what you have. Find somebody who's got what you have and make them your new role model! Uma is my foot lady of choice.

I've spent my whole lifetime with my brows furrowed over whether or not my hooves will hold me back from anything I try to do. But now I mostly draw attention to them with crazy shoes or glittery toe nail polish because I've grown to love them, even if they do drive me crazy sometimes. ;)

Have you got a similar story? Tell me in the comments!

tacos y art

My last weekend home at Christmas break, we went to one of our favorite places - Salsarita's - and then went off to look at some ahhhht (otherwise known to peasants as 'art') at the Albright-Knox in downtown Buffalo. While I was planning on using my fancy camera in the gallery, I got cold feet and only shot with my phone. The last picture in this series is one of them; my brother William being ART.

And you all wonder where I get it.