Hello! ^___^

I have finally, with much effort, decided to start ‘social networking’. I’m of the age that it should come naturally I guess. But I just have problems coming through on things with no external deadline. I always seem to leave personal projects open and unfinished. Like blogs and profiles and such. The only thing I have kept up with so far is my facebook and my Poupee doll.


I’ve tried to blog for a while, but end up changing it ever so often, deleting the ten or so horrible posts I have made that time and starting anew. But maybe, just maybe this one will work. Partly because I have finally found who I am, I guess.

I am a Sweet Lolita of sorts. I love Decora, little kid stuff, Claire’s (omg my heaven!), and Sanrio. But the rest of my life is made up of antiques, a love for food, art and a love for classic shapes in clothing and furniture. I always thought there was a glaring distance between these two personalities. And I felt kind of lost.

Let’s start from the beginning.

It all started on the Halloween of 08’ in my bedroom. I didn’t have a wearable costume for trick-or-treating because my competition one was a cupcake with no arms and it was hard to walk around in besides. So I was rummaging around my bedroom with my friends, everything strewn around my room to figure what I would wear.

One of my more adventurous friends and I decided to dress as little kids. She kept it simple with a pink tutu I still had from the My Life-Size Barbie I had thrown out long ago (actually donated to a thrift store), a too small Strawberry Shortcake T-shirt over a striped long-sleeved tee, mismatched socks and shoes and an oversized teddy bear.

I on the other hand dressed as a little kid who had too much time and imagination when dressing up.

I piled stuff on me like there was no tomorrow. Suspenders, tights, socks, shirts, necklaces, bracelets, hair accessories! It was madness. And to top it all off we did our makeup like an old fashioned makeover from our 7 year-old days. It was AWESOMENESS.

Then I remembered this crazy style was actually called something. What was it? Fruits! I don’t remember exactly where I first heard the term but from then on I was hooked.

After long weeks of no school due to snow that winter, my knowledge grew. I realized that this amazing style was not called Fruits, but called Decora. I read and read, searched and searched about it until I could find no more. There wasn’t a lot about it to begin with. But soon every week I dressed up as Decora.

But I noticed the distinct gap between my lovely Decora style and the beautiful antiques, art and dance lessons that were my other life. (My parents noticed too and were a little aggravated that I was so keen on succumbing to a label and conforming myself to it as they said-but not in those exact words.)

Soon I grew tired of Decora and the tiring efforts of making a decent outfit. And soon HIGHSCHOOL came and scared me to quit wearing the style all together.

But the obsession came back and I realized through my searching yet again that there were other styles out there that might fit me better. I came across Lolita in my quest for more information and I fell in love, not only with the clothes but with the lifestyle and the people. And this style had an even larger community from which to talk to and gain information from.

I was in heaven in short.

There were certain ideas I disliked, such as the gothic aspect of it, which conflicted with my Decora side. And then as I saw the Sweet style, my heart exploded in happiness and I knew I had found my home.

So here’s to the hopeful success of me continuing this blog to bring you my journey through the Lolita clothing and lifestyle, and in turn, life itself.

Life Laugh Love

-Kelsey Marie ^__^

P.S.
Sorry about the long post. Just a warning, they’re all going to be like that!