- #1 - My clothes
I have never worn Abercrombie & Fitch. That has just never happened. From Hollister, I only own an orange-red sweater that I found at a garage sale. I own nothing from Underarmor, Chanel, or most other name brands. Too expensive and too mainstream! I only wear whatever fits and looks decent. One day I might look like a movie star and look like a slob the next. It depends on what I feel like.
As for colors, there is no color I will not wear! All colors are masterpieces in themselves and are beautiful in every combination. However, I'm not very good with color coordination, but like I care.
My personal preferences to colors are red, black, the occasional bit of yellow, and at rare times, green. Red has been my favorite for as long as I can remember, and I don't know if I will ever have a different favorite. I even have a bright red coat that is perfect for autumn!
This was the closest I could get to mine. The one I have has six red buttons and coarser fabric, but this is close enough.
- #2 - My accessories
I don't wear much jewelry, but I do have six ankle bracelets that I braided from colored threads. Each one represents a fictional character that I like. "Like" as in thinking that he is admirable or attractive. Sometimes I wear a cute pendant. I don't have my ears pierced, but I have one pair of clip-on cupcake earrings that I picked up at a girly store in the mall. Maybe after I graduate I'll get around to getting my ears pierced.
I wear glasses. But they are only frames and have no lenses. I think this makes me a hipster, but I don't care. Recently I tried to go "hipster" by buying a pair of "hipster" glasses, but they're tight and now I have to worry about the lenses getting smudged and fogged up. So I'll just stick with the lenseless frames.
I love crocheting. In the past I have made washcloths for my family and for sales, but I decided to make myself a scarf out of fuzzy red yarn. So, the first attempt as an infinity scarf wasn't all that great (I kept missing stitches and one end was half as wide as the end where I started) [my sister is watching me type this and said "Aww, no, I liked it! I thought it was cute!" ;P], but if I wrap it around my neck enough times, it's quite comfortable. My second attempt was to make a "vertical scarf" by crocheting one row to be as long as I wanted it to be (which turned out to be VERY long) and then keep going on the rows until it was as wide as I wanted. Unfortunately, I did not have enough yarn in the roll to make it wide enough, and I have not worn it in public yet. But I think with a bit more stitching, it could be AWESOME.
- #3 - My face and body
In general, I think my face is quite average. [my sister just cried out in protest "NO YOU'RE PRETTY"] I know how to use my face, and thus I have become notorious in my family for being able to make any expression imaginable. Literally, any expression at all. My eyes are blue (a gene from my dad, who has icy blue eyes whereas I have stormy blue) and my hair is either dirty blonde or light brown. I have been told that not only do I smile with my mouth, but I also smile with my eyes.
I have freckles (unnoticeable unless you look up close), my eyelashes are short, I inherited dark circles (also unnoticeable), my cheeks are round and prone to blushing when my sister mentions Loki or some other male fictional character of significant importance to me, and I often think that my nose doesn't fit the rest of my face. It's shaped really weird. Here's a picture to illustrate:
My hair is weird, too. After I take a shower (using conditioner), my hair is in wavy curls and really bouncy. But the morning afterwards, my hair is floppy and greasy. I've found that apple cider vinegar is a good remedy for floppy, greasy hair, but it leaves your hair frizzy and poofy instead. Big improvement, indeed.
I'm short and a bit chubby around the tummy. Maybe this summer I'll get around to exercising and working off that stubborn flab. However, I'm proud of how my curves look (from the front, at least), and I'm generally okay with how I look. My legs aren't exactly shiny fenceposts, but I'm fine with them.
My fingernails are an entirely different story. For the longest time, I've been biting them off. And yes, they're still there, but they might as well not be. The nail on my forefingers are about a fourth of an inch long, and my thumbnails are about a third. Really short, I know. And when I do grow them (courtesy of nail polish), they bend and either break off or are bitten off. I really don't like how my hands look, but I always remind myself that what makes hands beautiful is not what they look like, but what they do.
Well, that just about sums up my look. I don't think I have anything more to say.
Good night, dear readers, and may spring come to us soon!
-Snowprincess
