Shopping, sharing, shrinking – what do they have in common this week?

This week I ask a question – I’ve done shopping, sharing and shrinking what do these activities have in common?

Clothes.

I know, a weird topic but let me explain. I receive my salary (wages etc.) weekly. Quite a nice sum, but still by the time I’m sitting here, I’m broke, three clothing shorter and somehow my work shoes for tomorrow not available for show? How, you ask my lovely reader? Well, I happen to live with my sister. With only 2 years apart we pretty much share everything except the intimates – undies and bras, we even have the same shoe size. Just adorable right? No.

So to start of the week. I gave back all the money I owe her for since the beginning of the year, even though she hasn’t paid back a dime for any of the money she owes me. Now I’m broke because I did the groceries, shopping for myself and my hobbies – i.e: photos, painting, sketching, reading etc.

screen-shot-2016-11-01-at-14-32-40We share clothes because we have similar taste in clothes, though we do wear them completely differently. So the new shoes I just bought last week is being booked by my sister for tomorrow – so I’ll probably borrow hers, right? I cycle, she walks, her shoes does not support my lifestyle – so I’ll have to bring a change of shoes as well.

I have a cold from last week, I mentioned in my last post, and I would like to wear the warm sweater, but she washed it and now they’ve all shrunk!! Like the last time she washed them she shrunk them and the time before that, and now this time she washed all the sweaters and have sadly shrunk all of them…My life!

So now I’m beginning my week, shoeless, sweater-less, and moneyless until midweek. Bleh.

If you’re beginning to suspect that I’m bipolar, I’m sorry, not true. I have wanted to rant all day, so this is it. I know positivity is the key so here are my tips to regain your balance when things just build up!

  1. For every one thing that annoyed you today, think about two more things that you are grateful for. Me and my sister went to this library with great architecture and spent half the day sketching!
  2. For every annoying thing that happens make sure to do something that will make you happy. Web site building meeting for an Arts event that is happening in Dublin this week!
  3. Before you sleep make sure to end the day happy no matter what! After all a night spent frustrated and angry will not make you a happy camper – is that how the saying goes? (no, I know – just wanted to put it in there.)

Alright I think I will end this here. Sorry for the rant like long post. If you don’t like these types of post tell me, or you can tell me if you like it and I will continue these long posts too.

Ciao!
Artdramaeco.

Forest floor

Pursuit of perfection in love – Appreciation.

I’m writing a short list of people I want to thank. Not because I wanted to thank someone but because I just felt like I want to end with a small high note end for the lovely week – even though I caught a cold, still had to cycle to work in the rain and that time of the month came at 4 a.m in one week, just because. By the way feel free to note if I’m over sharing, I can never really tell?

Wild hair day

Road trip – wild hair with my lovely phone that I lost 😅😅

The first being my fellow blogger I started following recently and nominated me for a blogger recognition reward list! I know this is silly but I just wanted to thank her, as it the first time for me. So thank you Orianasnotes. I know it is a little late but just wanted to say thank. xoxo

Another person I would like to appreciate, just because I’m in the mood is to my lovely sister, Mia. She is always the one to push me, the one to bug me, annoy me and inspire me. So love you! Of course I want to continue with including my cousins Enerel and Tsenguun, because I feel like I should?

To continue with the theme, I would like to thank my followers and my fellow blogger who follow me, just because this blog feels like a way to get some parts of me out there. I’m a very introverted person in real life so this would be my hobby, passion, thoughts all in one go, so to know that people do read, like and comment on them makes me feel just a little bubbly inside.

Now to the last, but not least:

This is the month for declaring appreciation and love for those ones that we love and have been with us – our parent(s)?

Not to say they’re perfect but they did raise us, when they were home for it. They’re views are not exactly like mine but their lifestyle is now ever present in my life – when I’m looking for relationships ( or lack thereof) cooking food, making the bed, leaving the house – small things that we learned through observation. I love them and this is my small note of appreciation, because I do realise that I’m part of the small percentage of the population that is privileged – and I’m here because of their hard work. Even though their small habits bug me to death half the time.

 

 

 

Muses in fashion & arts.1 in a 7 billion.

For my wonder readers, please excuse my ramblings; this is just my random stream of 💭 thought.

 

What do you do when you’ve run into  a wall? Do you trudge on and continue until you get back into the “groove”? Do you go for a long walk by the river side, warm beaches, take a night out with you friends and recharge? Where do you find your muse?

Searching for inspiration is tiring – would you even call it inspiring when you had it under pressure? For me I loved nature – the sun, the sea, the mountains, the hills; everywhere and nowhere, you name it I likely loved it. This is usually reflected in my art and fashion style- I love things that look natural, the shade, the flow, the fluidity; the genuine article.

After all the original body lifted into a higher being is not the original it rather a distortion, so do I have to find it amazing and inspiring? For me, the answer is no. I love it, I hate it – it’s only my opinion, I can do what I please with it, right? So does this stand mean that this unique experience is my identity, my muse even?

So would Mother Nature then be my muse? I wish. It takes its anger out on me every month, I don’t think it is happy to be my muse if so.

Ha, I still can’t force pen and paper together, unless the mood hits me. All I can write is that when there’s a writers block, accept it, find something beautiful to be inspired by. Write a synopsis; something short, ugly and utterly your feelings; Maybe it will dissolve?

Art allows you to show how you perceive the world around you because no one else in the world looks at it exactly like you!! So even just writing about that is utterly unique and you. So be proud, loud and walk a little brighter because let’s face it there is noe else in this world of 7 billion like you, right?

 

so here’s me with my random points of blubbering….

thread softly, because you thread on my dreams

artdramaeco

Writers block, daydreaming and fashion rules

“I’ve never seen someone wear chinos with tights before. Isn’t that against the rule of fashion?”

Is it? I’ve been stuck on what to write about when this question suddenly hit me. Is there a rule for fashion, and if so who set them? Why? Society? But aren’t the fashionistas the rule breakers, the futurists, the Visionary; the ones that don’t follow the rules, but follows their heart and artistic inspirations? Is there a rule to follow?

Finally, after that riveting opening, please excuse my long delay from blogging here. There is really no excuse, just a long stint of writers block on poor old me.

Wild hair day

Road trip dreaming

When I think of designers, influencers and even the everyday fashion magazine reader I think of us as the artist 👨‍🎤 of our image. How we dress, how we walk, how we are – they all say something about us, so if there are rules aren’t we wearing a uniform? I for one, have never really read the terms and conditions, the rules or even the guides….which I guess says something about me..to the point I just can’t justify following rules about fashion…it is mine, my clothes, my body, my expression of myself so why do I need to follow some random rule? After all if you look through history there were some crazy fads throughout, am I right? Like come on people, why would you put bird poop on your face?

Sincerely,

Your utterly apologetic blogger.