My Personal Style Icons

If I had to describe my style in several words, it would be quirky but classy and comfortable. I try to dress appropriately for every occasion whether it's for a wedding or a trip to the beach. I've always liked to experiment with clothing and accessories (not in a Lady Gaga kind of way, though, I'm afraid...) and even though I feel that my high school years were my most stylish yet, I'm slowly gaining back my desire to look put together. Over the years, my style has changed so much (as I'm sure most people do) and along the way I've had much inspiration from a few of these famous faces.

The Spice Girls: If you don't know by now, I'm the hugest Spice Girls fan ever (EVER). I'm not even ashamed to admit that. They were pretty much the definition of my childhood since I was 11. Every thing I did or thought revolved around them in some way (okay that sounds weirdly obsessive but it wasn't an unhealthy obsession- I just really love what they stood for (GIRL POWER!) and their image and personalities and just...everything!). As far as their style/fashion sense, I admired each for their individuality and their love of color as well as their ridiculous shoe collection (a kid in my class once said that he heard they killed people with their monstrous shoes and I actually believed him! What a weird kid). I could go on and on about how fabulous the Spice Girls are but you know, we've gotta move on to my next style icon... 

Audrey Hepburn was so much more than just Breakfast at Tiffany's and anyone who doesn't list her as one of their style icons is just crazy. ;) Almost everything about her is admirable but her style, of course, is just something truly special that no other celebrity has been able to match. I love that she looked glamorous (for lack of a better word) in dresses, jeans, or bare feet. Her quiet confidence intertwined perfectly with her fashion sense, creating a truly unforgettable image.

Kate Middleton. I never cared much for the Royals. I never paid attention. Back when Princess Diana was super famous, I was too young to understand who she really was. Enter, Kate Middleton. I think it's safe to say she's one of the classiest ladies in the public eye at the moment and I just absolutely love her for that. People can argue that the Royals do absolutely nothing for the world or their country but I beg to differ. Kate Middleton is such a great representation of Britain (as opposed to the people who "represent" the USA- The Kardashians? uh, no thanks- although no disrespect to those of you who are fans). I think while there is so much negativity in the media these days, it's nice to see the Royals celebrating life and spreading positive images.

Stacy London. You may or may not have noticed that most of the people I've listed happen to be British. Call me crazy, but I don't really keep up with American celebrities or culture- it doesn't interest me much. But if I had to choose the classiest and most fashionable female American celebrity, it would be without a doubt Stacy London who co-hosts the show "What Not To Wear". Most of you probably haven't heard of her but she definitely knows how to dress. I was lucky enough to see her in person a couple of years ago and she's just as fabulous as I always imagined. If only there were more Americans that dressed like her...

If you couldn't tell, I really admire classy people (women and men). And yes, I actually would consider the Spice Girls classy compared to what young people have as role models these days (I know, I sound 80 years old). Class is such a rare trait nowadays so when I find it, I cling on to it and analyze it from all angles because apart from kindness and intellectual-ism (so not a word...), being classy in all aspects, is what I will always strive to be...

Who are your style icons? 

Castle in the Sky

If you've been reading my blog for a while now, first of all, thank you very much for sticking with me and secondly, you might remember that last year I had the privilege of swimming in the pool of California's famous Hearst castle. Well, once again, I was lucky enough to be given the opportunity to visit the castle for a swim but this time I only dipped a few toes into the freezing cold water as opposed to last year where my whole body took a swim (just so I could say that I've swam in the famous pool- you know, that whole "once in a lifetime"  kinda thing).

Instead of swimming, I decided to just take it all in and do a bit of day dreaming (and picture taking, of course). I can't even imagine what it would be like to be rich enough to live in a place like this. I actually don't think I would like it that much (as weird as that sounds). Being so rich would get boring fast. Imagine being able to buy anything and everything- I don't think I would appreciate the small things as much if I lived like that. I would probably also feel extremely paranoid about not being able to trust anyone around me (they'd probably all want to kill me for my money- okay, maybe I read too many murder mysteries!) I'm not saying I would enjoy being poor but I think somewhere in the middle is just fine with me.

With that said, one thing I could definitely imagine is dressing fabulously just like the ladies did during the 1920's & 30's when all the glamorous movie stars were invited to dine and relax at the Hearst castle. Imagine being able to dress up all fancy with strings of pearls, silk gowns, and red lipstick while taking a walk around the pool with the sunset in clear view. Perfectly dreamy, if you ask me.


Once I snapped back to reality and returned home to my comfy PJs and sipping tea, I decided to sit back and upload all the pictures from my day's events. I was a bit disappointed to find that the four pictures I asked my dad to take of me smiling by the castle poolside were nowhere to be found. It turns out he didn't press the camera button hard enough so he never actually took the pictures (gotta make myself  a mental note to teach him how to use the DSLR). Hilarious but annoying at the same time. Now it seems as if I never was there! Or maybe I never was there. Maybe I was just dreaming all along...


10 things that make me uncomfortable

I hope you won't judge me too harshly, but these 10 things make me feel uncomfortably awkward: 

- Lighting matches. I get nervous because I feel like I'll catch my fingers on fire, which makes me even more nervous and so I usually just hand the job over to someone else.

- When people stand over me while I'm sitting down. Not sure why this bugs me but it does.

- Crossing busy streets when there's no cross walk. Yes, I look both ways, but still...

- Grabbing a paper when someone hands me one or vice versa. I have such a fear of paper cuts. How can flattened trees be so dangerous?

- Leading the way while walking. This stems from when I was in a soccer team as a child and I once had to lead the way during practice and all the girls turned a different way without my knowing and when I looked back, they weren't there. They didn't even bother to tell me!

- Parallel parking. 'Nuff said.

- Having a pizza delivered. I always forget to tip the delivery guy and I feel so bad afterwards. I'm sure the pizza industry is glad that I hardly ever request to have a pizza delivered.

Your turn! Care to share what makes you uncomfortable? I'd love to know I'm not the only weird one!

Moving on, up and away

As I sit outside lying on my dog's huge comfy bed cushion (the one he never uses because he's a spoiled brat and prefers MY bed) with my school work staring me in the face and the warm sun comforting my damp hair while trying to ignore a sharp pain in my ear that won't go away, I can't help but reflect on where I was 2 years ago. I still lived with my family in my childhood home in Northern California that I had lived in since I was 6. Just recently my family sold that home and with it went more than half of all my life memories (mostly good, some sad and very little bad). That's how I know life is finally changing. And for the first time, I think I'm okay with that.

A military history museum near my hometown

These are just some pictures from April 2011, the final year that I lived in my childhood home (excuse the quality - I didn't have my fancy schmancy camera back then). Although I was unhappy in my actual hometown, my house was always a happy place. What I'll miss the most is the huge yard and fruit trees (seriously, everything from avocados to cherries and apricots- it was absolutely splendid), the very hot summers (even though I complained about it back then when I'd wake up dripping in sweat- our house was over 100 years old so there was only an air conditioner in the living room), and my lovely bedroom with french doors and wood-like flooring. Djinn Djinn, my dog, on the other hand, misses the huge lawn (with thick lush green grass) and the large yard that he'd run around in when he felt like going "psycho" chasing after the squirrels. He'll also miss the endless sunlight.

Although I definitely think I was more than ready to move on and away from the place I grew up (besides, the place where I live now is 100x better for the lifestyle I now desire), I'm glad that I can look back and smile because I'm moving forward and life is only going to get better (at least, I'm always hopeful- that's the "Pollyanna" in me). I also hope that the new occupants of my childhood home will be very happy there. And so, life goes on.... How do you deal with change? Do you easily accept it?

He looks like he's singing/dancing!
The house was emptied for the first time since we moved in. Bittersweet.

Easter Weekend Getaway (Part 2)

I look like a little tiny Polly Pocket doll here- look at how short my legs appear to be! haha

There's no denying that this little California valley lakeside town is a beautiful place to see and photograph from a nature point of view (unless you're a city slicker, then you'd be bored in 3 minutes). I definitely don't consider myself a city slicker but I have to admit, I was feeling a bit homesick after being there for only a few hours (Okay, I admit this was partly because I had no access to Wi-Fi). Seriously, though. Time seemed to stop while I was there. What I thought was 7pm was actually only 2pm. The ride to the town was literally a never-ending curvy road that made me feel woozy and when we finally reached the town, it was a bit sleepy, with road construction interfering with the central part of the tourist attraction area. And of course, as you all know, the hotel was a bit silly.

I guess the reason why visiting this town wasn't that exciting was because the place where I currently live (on the beautiful central coast) is a huge tourist attraction (way more so than the lakeside town) and living here on a daily basis never gets tiring- it actually feels like a getaway vacation every day (even a trip to the post office doesn't feel like a chore). I have amazing scenery surrounding me regularly, plus access to Wi-Fi, and easy access to the likes of Target and Trader Joe's (you know, basic comforts/little luxuries that truly make life enjoyable). So stepping into the lakeside town without any of the usual comforts was just a bit harsh and unfamiliar. After several hikes, drives, and picnic-like lunches, I just didn't know what else to do (and I'm not one who gets bored easily). I suppose if I would've had my bike with me, it would've been wonderful to take a long bike ride along the lake- of course, my little dog Djinn Djinn wouldn't have apprciated that (the little fun sucker).

All minor dislikes aside, however, I'm glad I visited yet another new place in this fabulous state we call California. I may not be a world traveler yet but I do a lot of traveling within my world. I'm sure I'll be back soon (as my dad is a huge outdoors man guy person...human) but this time I'll bring plenty of books, Wi-Fi, and if I could, I'd bring Disneyland...just to sparkle it up a bit. ;) Have you ever been to a place that you thought was going to be exciting but turned out to be a bit disappointing?

Easter Weekend Getaway (Part 1)

This Easter, I dyed some eggs a day early because the next day, on Sunday, I accompanied my parents (and my dog Djinn Djinn, of course) on a weekend getaway to a peaceful town by a lake a sleepy town by a big puddle. It's the kind of town that only has a few motels and of those, only a couple of them allow dogs. As a result, I unfortunately, only have myself to blame for the motel my parents and I ended up with. Ah, who am I kidding- it's Djinn Djinn's fault for wanting to tag along ;)

It's hilarious to think about (the motel experience) now, though- while it was happening, I took it in stride and marked it off as another adventure (in my lifetime, I've experienced my fair share of crazy vacation accommodations). I wish I could say that the worst thing about this motel experience was that they didn't have Wi-fi, (even though the first thing they advertise on their sign is 'Free Wi-fi') but it wasn't. Stepping into the room was like stepping back into the 60's, and not in a good way. We experienced everything from carpets that smelled like feet, to broken water faucets, cheap tissue paper (cheaper than from the dollar store, if you can believe it) and incredibly loud squeaky doors. I tell you, it's hilarious to think about it now but while it was happening, it was a bit annoying at times.

Probably the most hilarious experience I've had in a motel room was when I was terrified to sleep all night with a window that wouldn't close (terrified that someone would crawl in through the night and murder me) only to find in the morning, that the window led to a small cliff so it would've been impossible for someone to climb up. Worried all night for nothing!

Anyway, all weird experiences aside, some highlights of the trip were: getting to see my first rainbow in YEARS, taking these beautiful pictures, seeing my dog have a great time in the sunshine, and just taking a break from everyday life (yes, including wi-fi, which meant that I was forced to go to bed way earlier than normal). What did you do for Easter? Have you ever had a crazy motel/hotel experience?