Oh, to begin something. Something you have had set clearly in your mind for months. Something enchanting, creative and inspiring. Something quite like this blog.
I find them extremely fascinating, dont you? To write ones thoughts and ideas, to present themselves dispite the ridicule or shame. All hand-in-hand aspects of the fashion blog scene. A scene I am surely to become a part of, and of course aspire to be. I plan to display everything worth looking at, for anyone who is to look. I hope others gain somewhat of an insight into my existence, and ultimately what makes existing wonderful.

Jumper Dress- Mooloola

So yes, it has been brought to my attention that I have been spending too much lately. Probably because of the flies buzzing around in my wallet. However i think you will find the dress above to be extremely practical. Examples of uses include:
♥ a jumper for chilly winder mornings
♥ a dress for the warmer of days (sleeves rolled up of course)
♥ a masterpiece ensemble teamed with black stockings and pumps
♥ a bargain with a price of only nineteen dollars!

I rest my case.


Also, I have a piece of poetic genius to share with you- in the form of Josh Pyke. His music tells of experiences and the happiness of childhood. His ability to describe is flawless.

The Summer-Josh Pyke
If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house
And pour it loose through your garden
So the hinges on your windows would rust and colour
Like the boats pulled up on the sand for the summer
And your sweet clean clothes would go stiff on the line
And there’d be sand in your pockets and nothing on your mind

But every year it gets a little bit harder
To get back to the feeling of when we were fifteen
And we could jump in the river upstream
And let the current carry us to the beginning where
The river met the sea again
And all our days were a sun-drenched haze
While the salt spray crusted on the window panes

We should be living like we lived that summer
I wanna live like we live in the summer

And I’ll remember that summer as the right one
The storms made the pavement steam like a kettle
And our first goodbye always seemed like hours
In the car park in between my house and yours
And if the summer holds a song we might sing forever
Then the winter holds a bite we’d never felt before

But time is like the ocean
You can only hold a little in your hands
So swim before we’re broken
Before our bones become
Black coral on the sand

 


Comments

Sat, 25 Apr 2009 21:54:00

cool blog!

 

Loré

Sat, 25 Apr 2009 22:32:00

you are unutterably-unexplainably-impossibly awesome.

xo L.

 

Tue, 28 Apr 2009 02:46:18

chloe, you will do great things.
I love you.
x

 

Sat, 09 May 2009 13:08:54

Nices photos

 



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    I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious.
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    I do like to feel healthy and do like creating things.

    open to anything, or should i say anyone who will give me a chance and peer into my mind.

    oh and my name is chloe