Flashdance.

A few days ago I went home from school sick, only to discover that our cable was out. So, in a fit of rage/boredom, I decided to watch the inspiration behind my name; Flashdance, starring Jennifer Beals. (My real name is Alexandra, named after Beals's character.) In several of the ballet scenes, she wore these fantastic legwarmers with ballet slippers. I've never really been a huge fan, but after watching the movie I completely and irrevocable fell in love with the look. I'm hoping to buy the above pink legwarmers from American Apparel ($16) so that I can wear them with some flats to school a few times before it really begins to warm up.

I know you better than you know yourself; do you know yourself?

I don't understand why I'm incapable of wearing a pair of tights without tearing them. I mean, really. It's not like I'm participating in any particularly straining activites. I sit in class all day. I'm sickkk of it, and I'm sick of winter, and cold weather. I'm sick of having to cover up pretty tops with bulky jackets. Summer, hurry up please. I don't know how much longer I can hold out. *Insert dramatic sigh here.*

Hello fascination.

Spring is coming, I can smell it in the air... and I couldn't be happier. I love winter and fall for the weather, the crispness in the air and the gorgeous sunsets in the woods by my house. Not to mention the scarves, hats, and leggings. But when it comes to syle, spring and summer are my favorite times of the year. Cue the outrageous sunglasses, naturally wavy hair (goodbye flat iron, hello air-drying), tank tops, shorts and skirts without tights, sundresses, bright colors and florals, flats. It couldn't come fast enough for me.

Oh, it is love.

I consider lace to be one of the prettiest imitations ever made of the fantasy of nature; lace always evokes for me those incomparable designs which the branches and leaves of trees embroider across the sky, and I do not think that any invention of the human spirit could have a more graceful or precise origin.

-Coco Chanel

One of my top trends that I cannot live without is lace. Lace: beautiful, delicate, sheer and sweet, while retaining its drop-dead sexy attributes. What's not to love? I unfortunately go to a hick high school where anyone wearing tights is either a whore or a nun. I live in a world of the most unappealing absolutes. Kill me.

The sea's wine red; this is the depth of beauty.

I desperately want a pair of gorgeously textured tights like those. They take an outfit and somehow make it slightly more conservative and way hotter. Mmm. Wantwantwant. Wearing those tights under a plain black dress and leather jacket, I can just picture the double takes that would occur when seen walking down the street..

Venting.

Silly boy. One of these days, you will see that I'm not so great of a person... this is what he said to me (via text): "God you're so beautiful! Like, I think about you and I'm speechless and the only way I can express it is with these powerful personifications and similes. But they're never good enough." DK, I wish I could siphon your passion out of you and into a boy I could love; only because I refuse to date my best frands. I've seen how that turns out, and it is simply not worth the loss. I eat my best friends alive. The emotional terrorism I employ warps any friendship we had into something indescribably evil and dark. No no no, I will not let that happen with you. You are the only person who sees the glamour in my dreamer-y vanity and obsession with beauty. I will not lose that.

Where to begin?

Well hello to all of you lovely individuals out there. I'm lottie. I'm a rather bland person, partly due to my isolation from anything exciting or stylish. I live in a small town in the south where people say "y'all" without making a joke. I am surrounded by mediocrity, and its terribly hopeless followers. This blog is my own personal form of rebellion. Here's to free speech (under a hidden identity).