A style diary, well today I wore a simple black dress with a v-neck, a cheetah print cardigan, and a hot pink skinny belt. Shoes were black wedges with bows on them (Thohse Tiff Only kNew) and the bag was a little number with gold threading (Ifonlytwerrealgold) with a long over-the-shoulder strap. No picture so to sub is this lame description. I wait til somebody reads and laughs at my failed attempt at a fashion blog. What is it that I don't ahve. AM I too young, surely 13 is a valid age to start a fashion blog. Am I to short, I don't recall taht ever being an issue, and besides I am a good 5'5". My closet to small? Not everybody(and very few bloggers at that) can afford to be shopaholics, not even shopaholics! The bloggers I have notice become famous have certain aspects that make them unique. They wear clothes right out of a japanese comic book, they wear bug eye glasses, they wear too-high shoes, they look like oranges or waifs. I am waiting for my fashion Wonder Woman but if she comes what am I to do. She'll look at me, look at what I have in my closet and shun me. I have nothing of great significance at the moment, and as hard as i try and as i might i can't seem to get above 15 viewers in a year. Others have hundreds by the end of the year. What is it that all those other bloggers have that i don't? Rich parents? Lots of big bows? I have connections, very few and they are thinning out. As in one known connection, as in he's big on QVC and has met and knows several celebrities, and is probably embarassed at my wanting to pursue a fashion career. Designing clearly isn't my shtick, but writing. Now writing is another story completely. The satisfying click of the keys on a keyboard as I write a story, unfurling roses at my fingertips. Or with a pen or pencil, the swish and bend of each letter like a thrilling roller coaster, swaying and rocking like a boat on choppy waters. Writing is as natural for me as breathing, and i admit it the words leave my brain to my arm to my fingers, it truly is amazing. And so so sad that not a soul will read this, my rant, my rave, my soul. But oh well, maybe in the future. Although I feel all of to confident that somebody besides myself will read this. Maybe with a critical eye, maybe with a flippant one. Maybe that singular person will label me as desperate, or they will see who I am in these words. And I am hopeful if not desperate. So whether that person be significant or not we shall see, or won't just maybe something will come of these meanigless meaningful words of joy and sorrow. A pitiful word sorrow is, but no poetry, no true writing comes from happiness does it?
Cocofia Style
My goal is to help girls everywhere be fashionable, no matter where they are, what position they are in, or what there favorite activities are ( I love hiking). My motto is form and function, if one lacks the other. What's the point?
If Fashion...
If fashion is your life, your love, or just an interest. You've come to the right place. If you want more Cocofia Style, go to http://cocofiastyle.webs.com/.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
A Jolly Good Lauf
Christmas time is a happy time, what about Hanukka? Kwanzaa? New Years? Well, in a world consumed in religion, they tend to forget the entire world doesn't celebrate the beloved X mas. I for one love christmas, but it gets more publicity than any other holiday, i have yet to see and ad from macy's (gack) advertising for Hanukka, "That perfect menhorra set" or Neiman Marcus. When the holidays are not widely consumed in petty politics, I will believe in something.A post for the poor eyes and the ones who eill never see. Ans]=d spelling errors just a laugh as far as i am concerned. (Yes, alas, me the soon to be AP English student is merely laughing at some outrageously terrible spelling errors)
Edgy Fierce
ever heard of fun? hardcore? edgy? Well, when I look at this I see fierce, not in the Tyra way, but in the normal way. Normal, such a funny word isn't it? Do we really now what it means? a bit of philosophy in a world to fast paced to care.
Winter Neautral
Ah winter, what a gloriously palid time. Lots of neautral tones to blend with, but add a pop of color, and all of a sudden your the only goodlooking spot amidst dreary cold things. Except for that terrible sweater set you recieved from someone with good intentions really. But somehow it never did get out of the house......
Don't Play It Safe
Don't Play It safe. I adore this combo of blood red and stark black. And Elle and Dakota are my fave sister duo. Who is yours?
Color Block
Now for my next trick... I unvail some issues. What I mean to say is that their are elements in here that WON'T WORK!!!!!! I have seen such atrocities as in the latest Teen Vogue website update as certain colors and now none.
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