Daily Coordinate: Blue MILK

Hello everyone!! It´s been awhile, hasn´t it?

I wanted to start out again by sharing one of the coords that I wore last weekend to see the Avengers movie (when I wasn´t in costume, of course!). Yes, I am geeky enough (and my friends are as well) that, after winning--or earning, depending on how you look at it--tickets to watch the prerelease and watching it, we decided to see it in Spanish dub. Unremarkably, I prefer the OV better (Thor´s voice is just untranslatable...just like Johnny Depp´s). It was still really fun, though.

Since on the day of I was rather rushed and didn´t have time to take photos, I re-wore the outfit today to take photos. So, just imagine a braided looped hairstyle like on the far left photo, with the bangs also braided in, instead of the wig.

I couldn´t really go with anything else, if I wanted to be able to switch my wig on and off without having my hair go into "crazy frizz" mode, take a million years to change and look cute at the same time. Apparently, the one condition under which my determinedely straight hair will curl is if it´s been braided and shoved under a wig, while wearing a wigcap. Go figure.

I wore my MILK dress, which is a recent buy off Closetchild. I´m so glad that I waited for the blue instead of getting the pink. I absolutely love how vivid the blue looks in real life, my photos do it no justice whatsoever.

Anyhow, here are the photos of the outfit. Sorry for the bad quality photos and editing, but my Dad´s on vacation and he kidnapped the "family camera". My poor cellphone does everything it can, especially with the terrible lighting due to rain, and my nonexistent photography skills.

Aaaaand a closeup. photo.

 Rundown of the outfit:

• Dress: MILK
• Leggings: Offbrand
• Boots: Liberté
• Accesories: Claires (bracelet), random finds (bracelets), Sanrio Hello Kitty Bijoux ("Luck" necklace and hair ornament), H&M (Rose clip), secondhand gift (hat).
• Wig: Gothic Lolita Wigs (Wavy Auburn Rust).

Stangely enough, with the braids, it got dubbed "Heidi style". What do you think?

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Musical Inspiration

Current inspirational music. I love their accent. I love their playing. The song is nostalgic, something, I probably shouldn´t be processing right now....but the banjo sound has always cheered me up. Thank you, brother, for showing me this group.

Mumford and Sons.
Song: Little Lion Man.

Mom

Yes, so it´s been a month since I last posted here. It´s feels like so much more, though. I´m a changed person, so much has happened in 30 days that I can´t even start comprehending it.

One thing for sure: there´s no going back, no matter how much I want to. And I want it so bad I could cry. So bad that I´d trade anything for it. To turn back time just a little bit....to give some of my life in exchange for a bit more time for you. But it´s impossible. It was too fast. It was over in four days, less time than it takes to do, well, anything.

18th of March. You were always superstitious about March. Always commented about Grandpa and Great-Grandma, and told me it was a bad month for our family. Now it´s worse, I know.

And now, Mom, you won´t be here to see the test results that you so wanted to see. They come out tomorrow. But I know that you left with the sureness in your heart that everything will be alright. That you´re up there somewhere watching over us, because you left us too early and you´ll want to make sure that we´re doing everything alright.

I love you, Mom. Nothing will ever be the same without you (I´m the only girl living with two the doofus men lumps called Bro and Dad now). I won´t be able to complain about guys or them either with you (or maybe I will, and let other people call me crazy). I´m glad that the operation gave us two more years with you, but can I help but wish that you´d been here for more? Like so many other people who´ve battled the same thing? It´s so unfair. Cancer is so disgusting. I hate it. But at the same time I´m grateful that I got at least 25 years with you. Others aren´t so lucky. But I still feel selfish that way, deep down (or maybe not so deep).I wish you hadn´t gone.

Now I´m trying to get back to normal, as much as possible. But it still crops up in stupid moments, you know. Like miscounting the settings when I set the table. Or commenting on how you like stuff instead of "liked". Or sitting on the sofa and missing our fighting over sofa space or how to set the washing mashine. Or waking you up in the mornings because you´re such an incredible sleepyhead (and Bro´s inherited that). Going down to  the kitchen to work on my class programming and having you comment on it from the sofa and throw suggestions my way as for stuff my students might like; things that you tried out and worked. Having you glare at me while I´m looking at the sewing machine and pointedly asking "don´t you have something better to do?" (which you knew annyoed me and always made me snap "No, I don´t.")

You know how I hate change. I´m scared that this has put me off change even more--because how can I leave Dad alone now? I can´t. I don´t think I want to leave this house yet. I know I´m 25, but I still want a few more years here yet. I guess you´d approve, since you always were such a mother hen. You wanted us to stay together, made Dad promise and everything.

These are for you, Mom, from the trees behind the Church of Sant Miquel, near Cal Franci, our house in your town.

I´ll miss you more than words can ever say. I love you. The trees were blooming on the day of your funeral (see that picture?), but it really did pour later that night. Stupidly poetic and clichéd, but I like to think that the sky really was crying, because such a wonderful person left us. You´ve touched so many lives--you really have--that you can rest assured: you won´t be forgotten, even outside our family.