Blouse: small boutique in Sydney?
Skirt/really short tutu: Asos
Tights: Vintage RazzaMatazz
Heels: "Foxy" Tony Bianco
- My sister says I look like a ballerina in this photo. Now I wish I learnt ballet. Life would be pretty.
- I am really bad at this blogging thing. I try, but it's so awkward modelling for photos, even when my sister is cameraman (woman?).
- My fringe is super long now; dithering on whether I should recut a side fringe or grow it out D: Any suggestions?
In other news, School, school, school. All the time. It's like I'm breathing chemistry, drinking biology, and daydreaming tests. Did that even make sense? Never good, never. It's taken over my life, and sometimes, I want to just run away from it, and I mean all of it. From the schooling system, to the teachers, the grades, that little A (B, C, D etc.) score on the front page of a piece of work. I worked so hard, for that? I've been looking towards my future, education options post-highschool. Here's to hoping I get into Optometry, I'm a straight A student after all. Sometimes, though, sometimes, Psychology tugs at my heartstrings. Oh, life is too difficult!
I feel like I shouldn't rant on a fashion blog, and that's when a backspace key comes in to play; this time, though, I think I'll keep this up. One day I'll look back and think,
what were you thinking! Till then,
I love you guys!