Karaoke Supernova

Last weekend one of my friends celebrated their birthday at a karaoke bar in Korea Town. We had way too much fun, trust me I am no good singer whatsoever, but I rocked out anyway and I even sustained a few tambourine injuries.

Here’s what I wore.

Top: Monsoon UK Size 20
Jacket: Torrid: size 1
Jeans: Tripp via Torrid size 18
Earrings and ring: Target
Shoes: Bandolino

Some Action shots. (Please don’t mind the sweatiness I was on fire with Awesome/Drunken Karaoke Powers.)

And for your listening pleasure, the best song about karaoke there is.

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The Only Kangaroo Among Beauty

April is national poetry month, so here is a somewhat poetic outfit.

Dress: Monsoon UK size 20
Boots: Torrid
Leggings: Target size XL
Necklace: bought in Ireland
Ring: Etsy seller justbedesigns

This isn’t a poem, but some of my favorite lines of Emily Dickinson comes from her letters.

Could you believe me without? I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves. Would this do just as well?
It often alarms father. He says death might occur, and he has moulds of all the rest, but has no mould of me; but I noticed the quick wore off those things, in a few days, and forestall the dishonor. You will think no caprice of me.
You said “Dark.” I know the butterfly, and the lizard, and the orchis. Are not those your countrymen?
I am happy to be your scholar, and will deserve the kindness I cannot repay.
If you truly consent, I recite now. Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince than die. Men do not call the surgeon to commend the bone, but to set it, sir, and fracture within is more critical. And for this, preceptor, I shall bring you obedience, the blossom from my garden, and every gratitude I know.
Perhaps you smile at me. I could not stop for that. My business is circumference. An ignorance, not of customs, but if caught with the dawn, or the sunset see me, myself the only kangaroo among the beauty, sir, if you please, it afflicts me, and I thought that instruction would take it away.
Because you have much business, beside the growth of me, you will appoint, yourself, how often I shall come, without your inconvenience.
And if at any time you regret you received me, or I prove a different fabric to that you supposed, you must banish me.
When I state myself, as the representative of the verse, it does not mean me, but a supposed person.
You are true about the “perfection.” To-day makes Yesterday mean.
You spoke of Pippa Passes. I never heard anybody speak of Pippa Passes before. You see my posture is benighted.
To thank you baffles me. Are you perfectly powerful? Had I a pleasure you had not, I could delight to bring it.

April

Here is a poem to start off this month and this season from one of my favorite poets, Edna St. Vincent Millay

Spring

To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death
But what does that signify?
Not only under the ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

It was 80 degrees here today; although I’m not a fan of the cold, I still not quite ready for summer yet. What I really love is cool, crisp weather. Autumn is my favorite season, Spring is next but all that new life babbling forward just throws my allergies into a tizzy. But really 80 is just too much for the beginning of April. I want to wear denim jackets and cute layering, merging my seasonal wardrobes together. I’m not sure if I’m ready to break out the tanks alone just yet. Well I’m sure those April showers are not going to be a disappointment this year, and it will cool down soon enough, but at least give me a few days of good fashion weather.

Anyway, here is a pic of me from Easter (also in a magnolia tree) with my lovely boyfriend.

Dress and cardigan: Torrid
Necklace: NY & Company
Bracelet: Betsey Johnson via ebay