Made for another polyvore contest.
-E
Friday, 7 December 2012
Wednesday, 5 December 2012
MY Girl
"I'm not upset. I would never play with those girls. I only surround myself with people who I find intellectually stimulating."- Veda, My Girl
Sometimes, you have a crap day and just have to turn to a 90s movie for inspiration. Sometimes it feels like every day is your first day of high school and you're desperately searching the cafeteria for somewhere, anywhere, to sit. And most of the time, you can't be anyone else except yourself, so why waste energy trying?
Ttyl
-Emme
Saturday, 17 November 2012
Molly Malone
So, this is probably the strangest inspiration I've ever used for a polyvore set. Honestly, I can't explain myself, except I have strange taste in music. Well, not strange, per say, but my taste in music is far more mellow or old-fashioned than most of my friends. Favorite song? Hallelujah, Jeff Buckley. I'm not accepting any hypothetical future marriage proposals unless they are acompanied by Billy Joel's She's Always a Woman. My idea of pop music? Counting Crows. Party music? Johnny Cash. I want to get a tattoo with the lyrics of Neil Young's Heart of Gold on my arm. The point is, I have trouble with upbeat music. Is it just me or are all beautiful songs sad and older than I am?
This might not be my fault, however. It may be genetic. For some odd reason, my mother's idea of good songs to sing to her children were
1)Danny Boy
2)Molly Malone
3) Scarborough Fair
4)The Holly and the Ivy
5)Loch Lomond
6)Will ye go Lassie Go
Scarborough Fair was probably the most frequently sung.
In case you didn't know, these songs are all Scottish, British, or Irish. They are all INCREDIBLY depressing. I have no idea why my mother felt the need to sing depressing scots/irish/breton ballads to small impressionable children. It wasn't an ethnicity thing, since my mother was Italian/Polish and my father was of Lithuanian Jewish descent.
But as it is, my mom instilled me at a young age with a raging Anglophilia. Or rather, Scotophilia. Um, yes, I just invented that word. I think she must have been happy when I was born, because as an uber-pale, freckled red-head who blushes even when nothing's embarrassing, I look like Ginny Weasley. In fact, I'm a different Weasley twin for every Halloween. My family had a heart attack when Brave came out because, Full STOP:
Merida looks a lot, lot, lot like me. And acts a lot, lot, lot, like me.
And hence the story behind the world's weirdest polyvore set.
ps: to depress the crap out of you, here's Sinead O'Connor singing Molly Malone.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ouqhCtIh2g
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
Friday, 2 November 2012
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