moods

The emotional reflection of moods in clothing!

Yeah that's what has been running through my head all freaking day.

I could not think of anything else.

My mind was revelling on how you would tell the mood of a person, by their clothes, without having to know them personally.

Have you ever just been thinking about odd, mixtures of things and then you suddenly remember some distant memory? That Ladies and Gentlemen is how I got onto this predicament. I remember my roughly 12 year-old self, going through a rather embarrassing 'find yourself' 'coming of age' stage where I dressed up as a 'scene kid'. I came by this genre of style through a misunderstanding of certain Gothic romance films and an ancient site no-one uses any-more called bebo. I think the only stage worse than my 'scene kid' stage was my 'awkward chav' period where I admit I wore trackies and a glued-to-your-head neat ponytail practically on my forehead and wore those shitty diamond earrings that are in a square shape. I offer my condolences to my tween self because lord knows I needed it! What fashion mishaps will I dredge up next?!

Back to the plot. A young girl, around 19 or 20 was walking through the high street of my local town (should be more accurately called a village!) (I'm starting to sound like an early-bird pervert), where she was clad in the most outrageous assortment of clothing; Black and red tiny ripped dress, fishnet tights, Goth shoes, I suppose she would be called a Goth but I don't want to apply false labels. I wanted to be her, not because of her scary clothing or her Russell Brand bird nest hair and I suppose I wouldn't go for the anger part of her look but the confidence in which she strutted around in these garments was mesmerising. You could literally see she was angry and she didn't give a shit, and that's what I'm talking about.

I suppose with some people, a little bit of stalking would be in order to actually catch the persons mood but my question is- Is it possible to tell whether a girls boyfriend has just slept with her best friend by looking at her clothes?

The colour ranges for mood clothing have been set out pretty stereotypically, havent they?

If someone wears pink they're in love.

Black for when your feeling murderously angry and/or cynical.

Blue for when your down.

Green for when your feeling reflective (mentally) (or most likely jealouse, who reflects on their thoughts these days? We have the internet for that).

Hours later... I once again forgot to sign off...

After some minorand I admit fairly skill-full stalking I have come to the conclusion that:

you cant.

Maybe if the person is wearing a;

'Get out of the way, I'm already having a laughably unfunny horrific day and now your ruining my shopping experience so move it or my fist might accidently slip across your face'

look and they're wearing black, then maybe they might just be a tad angry and I suggest you obey your instincts and hoof it.

But sometimes I feel a little down, and then I wear bright colours and patterns to lift my spirits, then again sometimes I like to act all 90's with the misunderstood, angst ridden, hormonal teenager appearance (I'm really original like that) and I pretend to be moody and attempt to delete Facebook! ( I just cant do it, it's too much effort!)

Round up of the day:

• Annoyingly persistent thoughts.
• Kicked in shin by Demon Child.
• Skilled Stalking.
• Embarrassing adolescent moments spread on internet.

Have I no shame?

a love-scare relationship

As much as I love the Givenchy s/s 2011 accessory collection, it scares the hell out of in a

i-want-you kinda way.

The masks give me the feel of chainsaw massacre evolution, no I don't think the rein of the psychopath is upon us.

What I do really want is:

What outfit does a spine not go with?!

You know when I said I was going to make a dress? Lie. I made a skirt.

I baisically just performed surgery by combining Mrs Doughtfire with Apocolypto. Yes, Tribal met OAP and they just had a baby!

A spot of teenage rebellion

So, we meet again.

I'm sorry that was just too cheesy.

Well schools started again, and there's nothing to quench your creative flow like prison. We're forced to look like were joining the convent early; Skirts down to our ankles, choking white shirt and jumper that can make the skinniest of people look fat, education today is supportive. I embarked on a trip to Brighton last weekend, it was lovely. I bought this gorgeous feather and bead necklace from the Brighton legend that is Snoopers Paradise, its like heaven for the odd. You know when people have garage sales or attend car boot sales to be rid of things from 50 years ago or things which their, now deceased, wives forced them to hang onto, yeah it's like that. but better.I also bought two notebooks from Habitat which have space ships on them but that's not very interesting, is it? Though they are undoubtedly cool.

I saw this gorgeous petticoat, which I refrained from buying - but sort of wish I had, although there was one problem. It was a pretty whitey-pinky-magic, yes it was magic on a hanger, it was £10! Is that or is that not completely overpriced?! It was practically made of air. I hate over-pricing-snobby-think they are higher and worthier than thou- finger pointing-shop owning people! Go home.

mutters under breath about prices of petrol and the good old days before the war and the never ending rise in the prices of cabbage.

I have been fairly naughty lately, I admit that. The fact of the matter is that I got another piercing without asking my parents permission- again.

I have to say, I have no regrets though it does hurt when I move it too much.

The 'rent were livid, I have another hoop in my ear and life goes on.

Anyway, It's been a long time with some pretty flimsy efforts to Blog - I just posted my photo's - but the reason for that is I was revising/doing my science GSCE which I think went pretty well.

I've decided I'm going to make a dress.

I've always been kinda crap at the whole sewing thing, I sewed the arm of my jumper thing to my piece of fabric is textiles class, but it's time I suck it up, eat some brave and practise.

I don't know what my dress will look like I think I want a contrast of dark and light colours with some cool print. I think my ethnic vibe's starting a life of its own, I see something brown and feathery and my pupils dialate, my heart races and get all flusttery as if that item of clothing had just given me the biggest compliment of my life.

I've been listening to a lot of Bikini Kill of late, and it just sort of makes me want to throw a house party and trash it. Abstract eh?

I'm going out next weekend to buy the perfect pair of shoes, it's been decided.

Pink Lemonade

i'm down with the kids.

In my opinion everyone needs one of these;

its pretty much the epitome of cool. I mean who wouldn't want an oversized, thin hoodie? you tell me. It’s very versatile, so my personal opinion is that it can make pretty much everything look cool, but I think it would go perfect with this outfit of mine;

Like the pink lips? I feel a little like Jacqueline Kennedy (JFK’s wife) with her famous bright pink pout. She’s sort of become a definition of elegant, cool for me. She was just so classy without being stuck up or overly showy about it. Isn’t that what everyone kind of looks for in celebrities today? But I suppose even though we wont admit it we’re all secretly extremely delighted when a celebrity gets a pimple because it reminds us that they actually are human, that they have pores and we have something to laugh privately at for the rest of the day, that is until Jordan takes headlines with regular flashes of her boobs.

Looking at all these ladies with cropped hair really makes me want to cut my hair short and dye it really blonde, but I know I'll just regret it when I do. For now I will make do with, scrutinising Geena Davis in 'The long kiss goodnight’ Looky here;

Also I would probably look really horrible with a round bob cut like that. But then again most people probably feel this need to completely change their hair and knowing me I would end up doing it and then hide under my duvet for the next 50 years, only to creep out for weekly doses of Gossip Girl and Americas/Australia’s/Britain’s Next top Model and to get more ice-cream supplies. I feel a little nauseous just thinking about it, because I know I would then be referred to as the ‘Cat Lady’!

Do you have a cat lady? I mean in your neighbour hood, not do you own a cat lady and keep her in a cage or something, cause… that's creepy (!)

Aren’t most childhood dreams to be some heroic super spy, where you save the day and everything works out perfectly and your just like “pow, pow, pow” and all the Bad guys are eliminated and then you live happily ever after and you get to do it whilst looking super stylish? I know mine was, but if I’m honest I don’t think I could handle the suspense and/or kill anyone (!)

But Geena Davis, She can do all that and she dyed and cut her hair by herself with ordinary kitchen scissors, I mean who is this woman? Super Girl? She poured lighter fluid into a baby doll, then when she and her daughter were trapped she just happened to have the makings of a bomb – how did she know that’d happen? Is she psychic? No I bet she used an Ouija Board, which happened to be in her pocket. The people of the afterlife told her. Well, all I can say is she’s freaking fantastic.

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I have this relentless desire to be in the breakfast club. Wouldn't that just be the best thing ever? I would dress up in frilly skirts with an ostentatious amount of layers and ruffles, and wear shirts with the prints of man's hard work, paired with possibly the coolest pair of shoes alive; Doc Martins. Has there ever been a better preserved trend than that of the Doc Martin? It's ageless cool, inflicts frost bite on my mind. Yeah, it's that cool. Then I’d strut around with Judd Nelson, and we’d just have teenage angst together and pull fire alarms, well he’d do that I’d probably be chasing butterfly’s – but I think I can fake Teenage Angst pretty well. We’d turn our music up really loud and dance around looking like were having epileptic fits. Yeah, it’d be cool.