It's rather gross and overcast out today, so what better time to tell a story? Imagine the steady patter of raindrops, a steaming cup of hot chocolate, a cozy blanket...
Ahh, the perfect story-telling setting.
Listen, my children, and you shall hear the blogging tales of my career...
Eh, I'm not sure how much I like that. Huh, I've never noticed the trochaic-iambic transition in the Paul Revere poem (hehe nerd reference to all the rhythms of poetry).
How about this?
Listen, my children, and you shall hear the blogging tales of Lily here.
Ah, much better.
Blazer, Kohl's ($8)// Top, Kohl's ($5)// Skirt, JCPenney ($3)// Heels, Payless ($30)// Necklace, Kohl's ($5)
Whew, all these items from Kohl's haha! To share the love, you can use the code BLOGGER10 to get 10% off online until July 11--you can even use it with another coupon code!
I'll be honest with you: I'm not sure what exactly compelled me to create a fashion blog.
In 2010, I was just a gangly middle schooler, wearing outrageous ensembles of voluminous skirts over striped leggings, tank tops over t-shirts, or (I cringe slightly as I type this) shorts over skinny jeans.
Note: I later decided that these ensembles were too embarassing, so I deleted many earlier posts. Now, I wish I hadn't.
On the outside, I was fearless.
"Only you could pull that off," my friends told me admiringly.
But on the inside, I was a pretty insecure kid, just like the many others surrounding me.
It's something I believe we all go through. Trying to figure out who we are, where we belong (if anywhere), what we stand for. And it's really a life-long process. Few people, if any, truly discover their identities. It's something we build, create, and mold as we travel the winding road of life. The journey is what truly matters, not the destination.
But enough of my age-old philosopher thoughts for now. (Do you see the stereotypical old man with the pensive look on his face, scratching his long, white beard?)
So ol' middle school me, crazy outfits and all, took to the blogging world for no apparent reason. My first memories of blogging were the stunning photos and seamless outfits on Chictopia. They left me in complete awe and sucked me right into the colorful world of style.
Countless photos and many posts later, Burst of Color has become much more than a fashion blog. It is now an unfiltered online diary, what I like to call my Hannah Montana life.
But there's so much more to that.
If you believe that fashion is frivolous, blogging goes hand in hand with that. But fashion is so much more than designer brands, the latest trend--in my opinion, that's not fashion at all! It's just blindly following the pack. Fashion is a form of art, a form of self-expression. You can tell so many things about a person just from the way she dresses.
Style, really, is just as frivolous as any form of art. Sure, that painting looks nice, yes, that music sounds nice, but what purpose does it serve?
You'll never really know if you have to ask. It's kind of like running--you have to do it, have to develop the taste for it to truly understand.
The artist pours his soul into creating that bucolic landscape, the violinist sways to a rhythm just beyond the stretches of reality. It is a different world, the world of art.
And the fashion enthusiast? She faces a closet of possibilities each day, deliberates over all the possible ensembles, sometimes tossing things aside, digging through piles, sometimes (well, more often than not) resulting in a mess of clothes strewn all over the floor.
Then the perfect combination appears out of thin air. And an elated smile appears on her face.
Style is a wearable form of art. Just like the others, we pour our time and effort into creating daily chef d'oeuvres (Translate: masterpieces. Excuse my French, I just couldn't resist!)
It is a hobby, an activity, a lifestyle.
So please don't feel guilty about sharing your personal creations to the world. I promise I'll try to do the same. We may have different ideas of stylish, but out desire to be well-dressed is universally understood in the colorful world of fashion.
And that insecure girl? I'd like to believe that I've shed her completely, but tinges of her pop up from time to time. But slowly, I've been letting go, and it's a beautiful thing to not care what other people think.
There are tulmultuous months ahead, my friends. A few days ago, I got a med school application in the mail and my heart sank a little (Update: I no longer wish to pursue med...I was influenced by all my premed friends when I wrote this but now wish to pursue law with only my own influence). It's all coming too soon. As ready as I am to get out, begin creating my own story, the familiar world is always difficult to leave behind. And an uncertain future is always an unpromising prospect.
So much right now is circumstantial. And I don't like that--it scares me to death. I want a plan. I want the concrete. I'd really just like to know where and how I'll spend the next four plus years of my life right now!
The next few months will be a whirlwind of deep reflecting, countless essay drafts, tedious applications, nerve-wracking decisions, heartbreaking disappointments, and (fingers crossed) exhilarating successes.
My attempt to capture the moon...I went a little overboard with the filters haha, but the unedited version is the big photo.
And as cliche as it is, I think it fits nicely.
I'm shooting for the moon, and perhaps if I miss, I'll land among the stars.