Rebirth

Spring is my favorite season for so many reasons. It is a season filled with vibrant colors, muted pastels, and floral prints. It means that I can finally spend Saturday mornings strolling through town with my best friend, spooning frozen yogurt into my mouth and convincing myself that it is healthy because it fat free. It means that I can spend hours outside playing badminton and laughing so hard that I barely notice that I am losing 14-4. It means that I no longer have an excuse not to run outside. Spring is a season of rebirth for fashion, forgotten exercise regimes, and mentalité. 

Fashion:

These are my 2 favorite outfits I have worn this Spring. The one on the left was inspired by the many bloggers I have seen wearing colored jeans. That indigo is such a lovely color.

The outfit on the right was inspired by J-Crew. While I doubt that the J-Crew models would ever wear elastic shorts, I thought that the combination of bright colors and statement jewelry and a classic, boat-neck shirt was something that Jenna Lyons would think of. While her choices would be more daring and more elegant, this outfit was my toned-down, rather comfortable shout out to her brilliance.

Other activities:

Fro-Yo
Red Mango has the best fro-yo ever. My favorite flavors are White Peach, Coconut Key Lime swirl, Blueberry, and Cinnamon Apple Orchard. Pure Heaven and nearly guilt free.

Badminton
I am addicted to Badminton. Ask anyone who knows me, and they will tell you that I go slightly insane whenever I play. This usually results in me mercilessly slamming the birdie straight into the net. I am actually not that bad, but my overenthusiasm kills my score. Yesterday in PE, I managed to fall on my knee 5 times diving for the birdie, and I ran into the bleachers. I still missed. Now my right side is battered and bruised. Of course, when I came home from school, I asked my mom if we could play more. Like I said, addiction.

Lazy Day

There are those days where I just feel like crawling out of bed and changing into sweatpants simply so that I do not go to school in my gift box-printed pajama pants. This whole week, I have felt like that. My solution? Employ the use of leggings and cardigans. So yesterday I wore black leggings with black boots, a white tank top with lace, and a cardigan that I stole from my sister. Since she is 5 inches taller than me, the cardigan is nice and oversized. Therefore, it ensures that I can wear leggings without committing the fashion sin of wearing leggings as pants. In the end, comfort is key. The blue cardigan adds color and the boots add a sprinkle of "toughness". This outfit is not high fashion, but it is much better than wearing baggy sweats and a torn t-shirt to school, so I'll take it.

I chose this bracelet because it adds some pattern to a rather plain outfit. I bought it at school from a club that donates proceeds to Guatemala to build houses. 

Cardigan-Macy's/ sister, Tank- J Crew Factory
Leggings-Ann Taylor, Bracelet-School
Boots- Enzo Angiolini

Woes, Wonders, and Wishful Thinking: Oddly Enough, Nothing

Candace Flynn
This is pretty much the perfect depiction of the stereotypical stressed, angry, slightly crazy teenager.

I am truly that teenager. The one who thinks that life is so unfair, that parents are soooo annoying, that my life is falling apart whenever I receive a less-than-stellar grade on a test. Whenever adults mutter "teenagers" under their breath, they are referring to children like me, the ones who seem too ungrateful and too worried. In my defense, I am not ungrateful. It is just that we teenagers, with our high-school drama and our crazy hormones, live in the moment. And when that moment happens to be during a test or after an in-class essay or a bad argument with a best friend, we tend to voice this fleeting stress. To phrase this more realistically, we complain. A lot. Enough to drive everyone else mad.

But this week, things have been different. It might be the onset of spring, or the fact that we have no biology test (I mean, my teacher was kind enough to remind us of the possibility of a pop quiz, tearing our hopes apart, but still). Despite the gut-wrenching disappointment at the thought of waiting another month until Spring Break, this week, I have been able to relax a little. I mean, I am normally one of those students who loses her mind when something goes wrong. I blame hormones. But when we just take a deep breath and look at the bigger picture, we teenagers, we whiny, seemingly-selfish, hysterical, slightly-odd teenagers are really not that bad. So my only wish is that I could remain in this only-slightly-less-than-relaxed state. But I know myself, and I know teenagers, and I know that by next week, I will be running around, grasping my hair with a slightly maniacal look on my face, screaming silently, shedding a few tears and studying for the last real biology test of the year.

By the way, we teenagers are also a tad dramatic.

Musical Monday: "Not Over You"

I heard this song on the radio on the way back from school, and it is so sweet. It may not be heart-wrenching, or very clever, but it is adorable and relaxed. When I looked up the lyrics, I was slightly disappointed about the fact he uses a curse word as a filler like many other artists do these days. However, while I enjoy listening to heavy opera music that I am singing with my voice coach, or, to be less strange, sad music by Adele, even I need to occasionally listen simple, sweet, clean music, without vibrato or rich tones. This song is the kind of song that is pretty and fun to listen to when one does not seek to be overcome by tears or truly moved. It is like one of Taylor Swift's earlier songs, cute and youthful. It is sad but not depressing, meaningful but not heavy.

The Hunger Games- This May Contain Spoilers

Details from my "Girl on Fire" manicure.

I saw the Hunger Games yesterday, which is why I did not post. It was actually really amazing. However, I was rather disappointed because some  moments that I believed would be in the movie were not there. I mean, I understand that the movie has to be under 4 hours, but I wish that there had been more details. I was expecting to be more terrified, and therefore I was clutching my friend's arm so tightly that I was cutting off her circulation. I mean, for one, I expected to be more terrified when the wolves came, but they did not look like how I  imagined they would. And the whole movie in general was too rushed. In the beginning, major details about the mockingjay pin were cut out. And the movie just ended. The characters were lifted out of the arena and the movie was just over without much following the end of the games. And I for one was very disappointed about Katniss's interview dress. But I guess the Hollywood people are not as cool as Cinna. Over all, the movie was quite amazing. While I wish that some details had been present, I understand why they were cut out. Well anyway, I am proud to say that my friends and I read the book last year, before the movie was announced. This week, everybody in my school was trying to finish the book. I was just struggling to not give away the ending.

Oh, and I just learned that when a song is on the soundtrack, it does not have to be in the movie. So much for singing along to "Safe and Sound" under my breath. It is such a heart-wrenching song.

So, what did  you think of the movie? Or what would you like to see in it from the book if you have not seen it yet?

Dog Days

First of all, I love that song by Florence and the Machine. But more importantly, it was between 75 and 80 degrees all week. Like the "dog days" ( I just learned that that means hottest days of summer). Lovely. So I broke out my shorts and sundresses and began to rejoice and of course it is going to be around 50 degrees tomorrow. What a tragedy. So this is my last week without tights before winter weather comes back. The weather seems to have forgotten that winter is over. Well anyway, this dress is so awesome. I mean, $9 for a dress that is covered with little dogs. Yes! I decided to try something new by tying up a button-down shirt over the dress. This allows me to wear a sleeveless dress to school without having to cover it with a wool cardigan. As for the shoes, I love their purple tassels, but they are not very durable. Then again, wearing them in the pouring rain was not one of my most brilliant ideas. 

Woes, Wonders, and Wishful Thinking: Sleep or Seize the Day

My Number One Skill

Carpe Diem. It is really just a nice way to say do what you want to do, without worrying about all those things you do not want to do. Which is really just a nice way to say procrastinate and don't do homework. I am truly an expert at this. And it used to work. It used to only take at max 2 hours to do homework. But now, I find myself wasting more time and having more homework. Woefully, I have lost my zeal for school. I used to wake up every morning wanting to go to school. I used to hate snow days. I was that kid. The kid who liked math and who enjoyed doing homework. I wish I was still that kid. But school seems to become less interesting as it becomes more difficult, so I waste more time avoiding homework. And then, of course, I have to do the work and therefore sacrifice sleep. I wonder why we do this. Why do we have such an urge to waste time and why do we get distracted so easily? I just cannot concentrate on work that I do not understand. It would be so nice if I could become a more passionate student. Or if I could force myself to sacrifice internet for sleep. But I know neither of those will happen.

Musical Monday: "Safe and Sound"

So, welcome to a Hunger-Games themed week. I am so excited to see the movie. I love the series. I thought it was able to capture the idea of human nature and turning evil because of power perfectly without using words that I could not understand. Fantastic. Possibly my 2nd favorite series (after Harry Potter, that is). So when I heard that Taylor Swift was going to have a song in the movie, I was utterly confused, for I did not think that one of her upbeat songs about a boy who wronged her would fit in the storyline. But the song, "Safe and Sound," is ethereal and gorgeous. I love the haunting quality of the song. My only complaint is that Taylor Swift's voice sounds strange. It is too high for her to sing, in my opinion. But still, I think it will fit perfectly in a couple of the scenes. Don't want to give spoilers to anyone who did not read The Hunger Games, but the devoted fans know exactly what I am thinking. Well, for those who have not read the books, do it, now, and may the odds be ever in your favor!

Late Nights

Last year, around Christmas, I heard jingle noises in the middle of the night. Of course, I thought it was Santa. True I know he is not real (sorry for the dream crushing), but I was so sure I was not crazy. I told my sister. She, the ever encouraging soul, told me I was crazy.

Every time I stay up studying, I hear little bell noises. First, I thought these were auditory hallucinations brought forth by exhaustion. Then last week, I realized something. But 1st a back story. 

Last year, I stayed up once until 4 am studying for French. Then my sister's alarm went off randomly, so my mother woke up and caught me. The next morning, she would not even let my sister wake me up, despite the fact that I had school. Since then, I have dreaded being caught studying past midnight. My mom, she wears this necklace that makes jingly noise when she walks. So I believe I hear bell noises because I fear that she will catch me. The mind is amazing. Over a year ago, I missed 1/2 a day of school because my mom would not wake me up. I somehow remembered that moment, and now it is imprinted on my mind. I hear bells around 1 am because I am that afraid of being caught. It took me a year to realize this, but the mind and its ability to keep memories is truly amazing. 

Book Review: John Green's novels

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John Green is a truly brilliant author. In Looking For Alaska, a boy named Miles who has an interest in peoples' last words who goes to a school in search for "the Great Perhaps". In school, he meets a girl named Alaska, who is beautiful yet tortured, vivacious yet killing herself with drugs and drinks.This book was brilliant because it was able to portray teenage angst and how teenagers and people in general are trapped in their past mistakes. The book is a realistic novel about how we find our way out of our tormenting memories. It is not frilly, or simple, but it truly manages to explain how we need to live outside our minds and in the present. The mind is a labyrinth, so easy to get lost in, but we must learn to escape it and live without drowning ourselves in drugs and things to ease the pain of reality.

 The Fault in Our Stars is about Hazel Grace, a girl who has been pulled out of school because of cancer. She is lonely, and she is painfully aware of the fact that she is dying. She is forced by her parents to go to a support group to combat her depression. As she says, "depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying. Cancer is also a side effect of dying, almost everything is really" (John Green). At her support group, she meets Augustus Waters, another cancer patient. They fall in love. Their love is urgent, it is true and it is forever, but their forever, when death is imminent, is fleeting. In this novel, these two teenagers are truly star-crossed lovers. Their love is unexpected, beautiful, and strong. But it is a faulty love. It is a true love that is doomed to end. Being cancer children, they are unable to even act as giddy lovers, living in the moment. There is happiness, but there is always the lingering threat of death, of relapse, of hospitalization. This novel is not a soppy love story. It is about trying so hard to love when the odds are against you. But, as Augustus says to Hazel,  "I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you" (Green). It may be hopeless to love when the love cannot last, but the doomed love is still as strong and as true as it would be if it was a lasting love. John Green has created a novel that is poignant yet humorous. It is truly a beautiful novel. It is full of quotes that are so simple, meaningful, and poetically yet blatantly honest. The Fault in Our Stars is not a happy book. But it is one of my favorites. It is novel that you will finish. It is a novel that will change your opinion of the world. You will laugh, and you will cry. But above all, you will be enlightened: about love, about hope, and about life.

PS- I was planning to list my favorite quotes, but I could not pick a couple. if you are interested is seeing some, go to a website such as this one-- http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/16827462

What Happened to Spring?

On Monday, it was warm. On Tuesday, it was warmer. On Wednesday, people were wearing shorts that clearly violated school rules. And of course, by the time I actually decided to accept that Spring weather was upon us, it became 50 degrees. But I refused to wear pants. So therefore, I decided to wear my one and only romper that I bought from Forever 21 last year. It was my 1st purchase from the store. I love the pattern, but the shorts are so short that I cannot wear them with ease, so I guess I can only wear them in the winter with tights underneath. And honestly, the quality is not the best. So I guess I will stick to scouring the sale racks and beaming with satisfaction when I find an item that is over 75% off. 

For this outfit, I was trying to go for a kind of urban, cool, trendy look, but I don't think I can really pull that off. And a romper plus tights means that going to the bathroom is almost impossible. But I wear what I want. Even if it does not suit my reputation. Even if it means I have to not drink water until I get home from school. Even if it makes me look like a toddler. Well, I would not mind looking like a toddler if that meant that the romper came with one of those clasp thingis that allow toddlers to go to the bathroom with ease. True, they are not very high fashion, but give me convenience any day.

And on a random note, the best comfort food ever is bread ripped up, soaked in milk, heated up and sprinkled with cinnamon and craisins and almonds. Absolutely heavenly soul food without the excess of calories that one can find in the buttery creations of certain Food Network chefs.

Woes, Wonders, and Wishful Thinking: College Stress

AP qualifier results day in my school is all to similar to the storming of the Bastille. Thank goodness I did not see any pitchforks. Key word: see.
Bastille

I go to a high school where the students do everything just to get into college. We all know what "looks good" to acceptance officers. I know people who are it enough clubs to have about 3 a day. People try to do a sport, even if they do not want to. They try to become a well-rounded student by taking classes they are not even interested in. Woefully, I have been sucked up into the college frenzy. I have driven myself mad, for I have desperately tried to make myself take subjects I do not even care about, simply because they have the letters A and P in front of them. I know so many people who think they have to do everything, to take 5 or more APs and get As in all of them. Today, results for AP qualifiers came out. I was literally unable to breathe while checking to see if I got in to one of them because there were people everywhere. Literally. Tall people were hovering over me and desperate students were all around me. I might have even stepped on someone. Just kidding. Maybe. 

Well anyway, what I have realized is that in the end, you must do what you are passionate about. I love English and Music, so I have no reason to take something like Government and Politics. Life is not about doing for the sake of outdoing another. It is about developing your talent in certain fields. I mean, I am not saying it is not important to work hard, but it is better to develop passions than to just try to do everything. Now I wish I could convince myself that this is a good attitude. I have quit some activities that I just despise, but now, looking at those people who do everything and seem to be good at everything, I feel like an underachiever. High school is such a confusing place.

I just wonder, why do people always strive to do better than others? I heard some very nasty comments today about certain people getting into certain APs. And these comments came from people who got in. I mean, I understand if people who didn't get in are bitter, but criticizing people because they did not "deserve" to get in is just ridiculous. People are so competitive and judgmental. And since being sucked into the competition means overloading yourself to tears and not succumbing means getting lost in the crown, it is a lose-lose situation. The ideal solution is to somehow like and be good at everything. The realistic solution does not exist.

Musical Monday: Apres Un Reve

I love love love this song. It is by Gabriel Faure, and it is so dreamy and lovely. This is me singing and playing the piece (only right hand though, I lack skill in instrumental music). I apologize for the messing up. I kind of deleted the pictures of the last 2 lines, so now the timing is off in the video. And I had to record then get it on to my voice memo on my iPod and do a bunch of stuff that apparently you have to do just to make a simple video. I think I am so clueless that even Movie making for Dummies could not help. I promise with all of my heart I will not mess up this much next time (maybe). This is my second video. I am rather proud, actually. Well, enjoy.

Sorry about the short post, but I kind of forgot I have a math test tomorrow, and so I spent about 4 hours today trying to figure out how to do this. Ya, I have skills.

Sunday Morning Musings

Sunday morning is a great time to think. To reflect. When the week is so hectic, there is nothing better than sitting down and thinking for some time (that is, before the panic of having to do homework kicks in). This week, I spent a lot of time thinking about fear, about how people respond to mental panic physically. This is what I came up with. I cut out a lot because I was not sure if you like reading essays for fun as much as I like writing them for fun.

Nonself 

The immune system is remarkable because it is able to recognize self from nonself. When the soldiers are recruited, that is when the white blood cells are made, they are tested to make sure they do not mount an attack against the host. This ensures that the immune system attack foreign particles only and does not destroy itself. However, when the invader is not a physical enemy but a tormenting thought or emotion, the army is unsure if it should attack. When the emotion is an innate emotion of humanity, the system does not respond. For example, happiness, sadness and anger are innate. They are felt by children and adults alike. They are emotions that result from our humanity. While we feel pain when we are sad, this response arises from out ability to feel emotion. Other emotions stem from the threshold between outside events and our own pathos. For example, sorrow is innate, but sorrow shaped by society, that is regret, is not. Regret, while it is shaped by past events, is still not rejected because it is an innate emotion veiled by social impact. Our bodies sense that this emotion still is somewhat innate, so it does not attack it.

The body's response to fear is to mount a full immunological response. This is because fear is foreign. It is created and nurtured by society. It is foreign, it is nonself. When one feels an innate emotion in excess, like sadness or even happiness, the immune system knows that the person is off his guard. Therefore, tears, which contain antibacterial components, are released just in case an invader seizes the moment. However, with fear, the emotion itself is an unknown entity, so it is fought with full vigor and desperation. The person feels all the side effects of this response, for the alternative is total possession by the fear. His hands become clammy because of the inflammatory response causing his temperature to rise. He becomes nauseous. He must command his feebly protesting muscles to move. He swallows repeatedly to force air down his trachea. Fear has left his mind incapable of controlling his body, leaving his body and willpower in charge. The fear even manipulates his army so that he feels as if his body has given up. The fear taunts him by controlling the soldiers, by making him attack the emotion that essentially is part of himself, weakening him and making him easy prey.

So my question for you now is, how can you combat fear if mounting a physical attack leaves the victim feeling absolutely miserable, but mounting a mental attack is not possible because it lives in the mind? I have not shared my answer because I want to see alternatives. So have fun with your Sunday afternoon deep philosophical thoughts.

Playing Dress Up

When I bought this dress (on mega-sale, might I add), I knew that I would have to somehow tone it down for school. I tried adding a cardigan and a blazer, but they looked strange. In the end, after the pile of discarded outerwear in my closet had reached mammoth proportions, I decided to layer a basic tee underneath the dress.  And I chose to wear crocheted tights because I, the hopeful fool, thought that winter was over after having one day of warm weather. Sadly, I was wrong. Still, I am proud to say, I bore through the cold weather for the sake of fashion (and of course, by bore through, I meant sat inside curled up on the couch with a hot drink). I wore brown studded Converse because the strapless dress seemed too elegant for a jeans-and-a-tee kind of school. This outfit makes me feel like I should be strolling through the library, being overwhelmed by the wealth of knowledge around me. I don't know, maroon just seems like a very library-ish color. And I am working on Jane Eyre and Pride and Prejudice right now, so I have literature on my mind. I also feel like a giant toddler, because the striped tee is reminiscent of those cute pjs we used to wear and the dress is kind of like those overall dresses I used to love. Well in the end, I must be very stylish, because nothing says cool like playing dress up to create an outfit that looks like bookworm crossed with giant toddler. So chic.

And yes, I know the third pose is very strange. I declare that its is Embrace Your Awkwardness Day. So the pose was intentionally weird. Glad we got that clear.

Dress- BCBG, Tee- Ann Taylor, Tights-Rugby,

Shoes-Converse All Stars, Coat- Calvin Klein,

Scarf- gifted

A Perfectly Balanced Outfit

Recently, the weather has become rather spectacular for the time of year. Usually it snows around this time, so the 60 degree weather is just fabulous. People have begun to break out shorts and sundresses. After a season of seeing people wearing UGGs and puffy jackets, this change in fashion is welcome. I decided to replicate an outfit that I saw on my friend. While I changed a couple of details, I tried to capture the ease of her outfit. It was a great outfit because it seemed calculated yet relaxed, grungy yet girly. 

Shirt

I chose this shirt because it is very girly yet quirky and fun.

Jeans

To balance the frilliness of the shirt, I chose these light wash boyfriend jeans. They are not too destroyed for my taste, but they are destroyed enough to be grungy-ish.

Belt

This camel-colored belt will help coordinate the look and hold up pants to avoid any misfortunes.

Shoes

These shoes match the belt and add classiness to the look. The detail on the shoes is lovely, and the shoes are sturdy enough to run around in.

And there it is, a simple yet chic look that mixes different styles while still looking sane. And for those who get cold easily, I would add a blazer. While the person wearing this look was sporting a very trendy varsity jacket, that does not fit my personal aesthetic. Here are three pieces of outerwear.

Jacket 1

While this jacket is very bold, I think the yellow would match the red well enough that the look would look just eclectic enough.

Jacket 2

Something more tailored like a blazer over the shirt could tone down the look. 

cardigan

I would find a happy medium by wearing a Letterman jacket inspired cardigan like this one. The colors match the shirt perfectly too, which helps coordinate the look well.

Woes, Wonders, and Wishful Thinking: The Mysteries of Confidence

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All my life, I have heard from people that to survive in school, you have to "fake it till you make it". The key is to look smart, even if you are not, to act brave, even if you are painfully shy. I still do not understand how the philosophy works. I wonder constantly: what is the secret to portraying yourself as something you are not? I, for one, am not able to portray myself as confident. I mean, my philosophy has always been to study and hide behind books. This could work, unless your unique (read: only) talent is singing opera. Unfortunately, as a singer, one cannot have panophobia like me, a fear which includes stage fright and fear of people, failure, and banana peels (and no, this has nothing to do with the banana peel slip in comics). When I get on stage, I freeze under the bright lights. Some people feel re-energized by the spotlight. I, on the other hand, feel like a deer in headlights, full of a blinding, motionless panic. I mean, I do not think I am a horrid singer, but I, a nerdy girl with an afro, a rather pessimistic attitude, and an abundance of awkwardness, do not look like a singer. I look more like the stereotypical geek, but of course I lack the stereotypical skill in science and technology. So in the end, I wish that there was a formula for confidence, some simple method to just become bold and overcome stage fright. Because I think we all know that the idea of imagining the audience members all clad solely in underwear is disturbing, not reassuring.

(Anticipating) Musical Monday: Das Veilchen

So I am singing this in a recital tomorrow. Of course my teacher put me first on the program, put the shy nerd who cannot even talk in front of people first on the program to sing. The problem is, I do not look like a singer. Singers are generally not socially awkward, and I happen to be one of those people who looks at the floor when speaking and almost never laughs. While I am part of the select choir at my school, the 90 minute rehearsals consist of the rest of the singers laughing as I stare curiously, not understanding their jokes. But enough about my nonexistent social life. This song is the second German song I have ever sung as a solo, so please excuse the abysmal pronunciation. The song is essentially about a violet that wants to be noticed by a pretty girl, but she ends up crushing the rather pathetic flower. The flower, however, is somehow ok with that because it died at the feet of someone pretty. The song is clearly about how the unnoticed ones in society long for attention but at the same time excuse the pretty people for ignoring them because they are wimps forgiving and kind. Despite this being a tragic tale of loneliness, the song really just comes off as comedic. This either makes me heartless or bitter, but as I said before, I am not one of the people known for her sense of humor.
Oh, and I apologize for the quality. This is my 1st video and I hate technology.

Twirlability

I buy dresses based on color, print, and twirlability. While most of my dresses are A-line dresses and are therefore twirlable, this balloon dress is especially swishy and magnificent. And it has pockets. And it has color-blocking. It is perfect. As for the jacket, I found it on sale for $8, and it literally matches everything. So versatile. Unfortunately, because I live in a place where the winter is cruel (although it has not snowed yet this year), so I had to layer my crocheted tights on top of leggings. And the scarf was a necessity, both for color and so that I could retain the ability to feel my neck. Plus, the scarf has an alpaca embroidered on it. Count me in. 

Shoes-white mountain?, Jacket- INC, Scarf-gift,

Dress-INC, Patterned Tights-Rugby

The Most Random Day of the Week

Thursdays are simply odd. They are filled with anticipation for Friday, yet they are more relaxed than Wednesdays. Wednesdays are horrid. Because Thursdays consist of an odd mixture of relief about the oncoming Friday and stress remaining from Wednesday, I have decided to post my strangest excuses for procrastinating on Thursdays. This week, my excuse is giving my dolls red carpet hair-dos and pairing their dos with dresses. And yes, mature people do combat boredom by playing with dolls. While these hairstyles may be so painful to create that they could not be applied to anyone who has a nervous system and does not have yarn for hair, I think they are fairly awesome. And yes, it does not get more awesome than braiding doll hair once one is out of elementary school. Clearly I get out a lot.

-I gave this doll a crimped-looking ponytail tied with her hair (yarn?). Take that hair ties. I would pair it with a turquoise dress. While this one may be a little too romantic for the edgy hair style, I love love love the dress and I think it would counter the hair nicely.

-I made her hair into a braid crown ending with a ponytail held by a blue clip. I chose a simple navy dress to go with it to let the brooch stand out.

- This hairstyle is so simple yet elegant (ignore the hair tie).Since it is very simple, I chose a dress that intricate. However, its Grecian style allows the look to remain relaxed and not uptight.

-Since the hair is simple and unfussy, I chose a dress that had these really awesome flower shaped rhinestones. The cranberry color is so lovely and goes so well with her brown hair. 

-I was literally braiding this doll's hair randomly when I came up with this weird bun. I thought it looked kind of funky and modern, so I kept it. I would pair this hairstyle with this awesome printed dress. It is slightly casual but still, I love it. The pink streaks add color to the outfit.

Photo Credits: dress1, dress 2, dress 3, dress 4, Dress 5

PS: I know it is not Thursday, but I thought of the idea this morning. Just pretend with me.