Sweater, thrifted Target | Skirt, thrifted Express | Tights, Sears | Shoes, Sears | Necklace, sponsored by eFoxCity (old) | Bow, Rire Boutique
“Class, this is our new student, Lily,” The spunky middle-aged teacher with cropped hair announced to the then-terrifying sea of unfamiliar fifth grade faces.
I remember feeling stiff, unable to meet the expectant gazes of my new classmates. I was frozen. I couldn’t wave. I couldn’t even look at them—I simply preoccupied myself by staring intently with feigned fascination at a spot on the gray wall behind my new teacher's head.
It was painful to move—away from the only school, the only home, the only friends I had ever known. My usually-boisterous demeanor became unbearably shy the first few months. But during my awkward stage as "the new kid," I met my best friend Gabrielle.
On Gabrielle: Jacket, Abercrombie and Fitch | Top, Tommy Hilfiger | Jeans, Levi | Boots, Franco Sarto | Scarf, gift
Hey there friends! If you noticed a new face around here, I'd like to introduce you to my best friend Gabrielle. Ever since 5th grade, she's always been there to encourage me when I'm feeling down, celebrate milestones with me, comfort me in times of angst, listen to me ramble, embrace my quirky personality, and of course, go on photography adventures. And as always, I do my very best to be just as genuine and heartfelt a friend as she is.
Style-wise, she's very polished and trendy. I found it funny that we inadvertently matched with our riding boots and infinity scarves, especially since her simple, chic style often contrasts with my quirky, elaborate ensembles. Here's to unintentional, quasi-twinning!
On Lily: Blazer, Kohl's | Top, Chicnova | Scarf, Target | Pants, Old Navy | Boots, Old Navy | Belt, Forever 21 | Glasses, prescription Ray-Ban
I seized this opportunity to use my new camera remote, and I absolutely loved how the photos with both of us in them turned out. For individual shots, we just switched between posing as a model and snapping shots as a photographer. When I head to college, I'll have to resign to only tripod and remote--the usual photographer, my younger brother, certainly can't tag along, and Gabrielle has already committed to a college! I'm super excited for her and can't wait to follow along with her new adventures. We already haven't had a class together for two years, but we always find a way to catch up at school and over weekends. I'm confident that we'll stay in touch, regardless of where our futures lead us.
After all, we are best friends.
Hello friends. Hope 2014 has been treating you well so far.
I realized in the last post that I didn't have a chance to reflect much on 2013, so like many bloggers, I'm recapping my year in favorite photos, outfits, and adventures.
This was my facebook status on December 31st, 2012 to reference my hopes for 2013:
As usual, my musings are mostly to inspire myself to act. The relentless search for identity characterizes the teenage years. I'm far from exempt, and often times I feel unsettled. I wanted to do something incredible. To take a huge risk. To live.
And so bears the question: did I do it? Did I really live up to my hopes for 2013?
As a perfectionist, I rarely can whole-heartedly agree that I completely fulfilled my goals. It was a funny year, for sure. I bought my first DSLR. I dropped the phone I had only had for three days down a storm drain only to be rescued by a random act of kindness. I was the only junior in an all-senior class. I visited colleges. I went to prom. I won the National Council of Teachers of English Achievement Award with my memoir. I made a violin cover. I played in a quartet at the wedding of my former English teacher and history teacher. I went on photography adventures with my best friend. I got three essays published on thisIbelieve.org. I tackled a violin piece that people doubted I could play. I fell for my guy friend and told him so. I ran thirteen nonstop miles at cross country camp. I saw my first shooting star. I went to an eye-opening leadership conference. I took senior pictures. I started my final year of high school. I began performing with my city's youth orchestra. I became a National Merit Semifinalist. I broke 22 minutes for my 5k personal record. I bought a 50mm lens with my first paycheck. I applied to colleges.
And there was angst. Lots of it. But you know what else? It was all exhilarating, every moment. And I don't regret anything one bit.
I'm officially renaming Burst of Color today. From now on, this blog is Imperfect Idealist. I thought it was only fitting to share some of my earliest outfits. Unfortunately, I found these too embarassing about a year ago and deleted all my posts before high school. I wish I hadn't. It's a piece of the past I won't be able to uncover again.
But I still have the pictures, saved in an archives folder on the computer. I named my blog Burst of Color in 7th grade because my outfits, were, as you can tell, bursts of color. While I still create my everyday ensembles based on color schemes, garish outfits and fashion alone is no longer my focus. This blog has become an online journal, peppered with my musings, my cringe-inducing moments, my adventures, my achievements, my dreams.
An imperfect idealist is who I am. I am a juxtaposition; both trendy and hipster, reserved and outgoing, logical and arsty, practical and idealistic. I strive for the best, knowing that I'll inevitably stumble. The art of brushing oneself off gracefully after a fall is mastered through extensive experience, and I gain some every day.
Imperfect idealist who chases the sun.
My six word memoir, a story I've already told. But there are many more adventures to come. Stay a while, won't you? Let's make 2014 even more fulfilling.