Dryad Vibes

Greetings. Today I was a woodland creature/dryad/something out of Midsummer Night's Dream. It was really sunny and warm outside, so I went out and took some pictures with a friend. I took some pics of her, because my portraiture skills can be summed up in the words "pretty face. Pretty place. PRETTY PICTURE???", and usually the answer is no, not pretty picture, but today I got some nice shots. We went to the woods, and everything was coming into bloom and the light was wonderful, and sometimes I wish I didn't live in the middle of nowhere but today I was glad. Eventually, when I'd got lots of pictures, I knew I had to ask her to take some of me, to have a picture for this blog- except I didn't want to say it was for a blog, so I was like "um, so, I really like this dress, and it was my mum's and I think the whole thing is right, because, er, the woods, and this dress and has flowers on it, and yeah so wouldyoumindtakingapictureofmeplease?" and she sort of looked at me and smiled in a confused manner and went "sure? No problem." I am not good at asking people to take pictures of me. Forgive me, all those who have had to suffer me trying to make up excuses for why I want a picture. Thank you for not throwing the camera in my face. So anyway, this dress was my mum's, and I have been coveting it since the age of four. Really, I used to wear it trailing on the ground behind me and pretend I was a woodland queen- oh wait... I AM. Moving on. It is from Monsoon, and I wear it with my boots (that are falling apart) and my handmade wooden crown. So here ya go, photo credits to Sarah, you can be right hand girl on the throne of the forest.

I was, at one point, wearing a military jacket, from a car boot sale, which took me from queen of the woods to Queen the band, but I liked it, so here's another picture.

And so there we are. Tomorrow is school, so uniform it is, but I try to wear a different hair accessory every day, so that'll be fun to choose. Last week I was a #rebel because I had ripped tights which I got by jumping off the lockers too enthusiastically. I expect I should wear intact tights tomorrow, for fear of invoking the wrath of the Deputy Head who is absolutely terrifying. I cannot wait for the sixth form, where I can finally frighten people with my innovative dress sense. If you are one of the elite who has found AND read this blog, I thank you. You are a dear. Yours, Clara x

Vintage a la now

Why hello, I forgot to post my clothes yesterday, which was a shame because I really liked my outfit, so I'm doing a retrospective(harhar)- I suppose it was a sort of vintage vibe, although it was brought up to date with a homemade denim miniskirt. Allow me to show you:

Voila. It is rather confusing for me because as I'm writing this, all that comes in when I put a picture in is a lot of code. I will be very disappointed if that's all that comes out when I post this. So. The jacket is a 1930s boating jacket, found a tiny vintage shop which looks like a black and white film star's wardrobe- although obviously not black and white. Sorry, that was . Sorry. I love the ruffles, and it makes me feel like I am a young lady on a trip to Italy with her elderly chaperone. As I said, I made the skirt, and I basically ripped up a pair of jeans sewed really really fast along the seams and hoped for the best. It looks a bit ragged on close inspection, but it's pretty funky. I took these photos myself in the garden. It was unusually lovely weather, and it looked really warm, but it REALLY wasn't, and I regretted that my clothes didn't come with, like, built in thermals. Design fault much :) So that's my second post done. Phew. Yours, Clara

Meet the new girl

Hi, I'm Clara, I am 14 years old, and I have recently become really interested in blogging, so I decided to start my own place. My style icons are Tavi Gevinson, Frida Kahlo, Audrey Hepburn, and Suzy from Moonrise Kingdom, and I have always been interested not so much in high fashion, but just in clothes,and in the way we express ourselves through the way we dress. I just wanted somewhere to record my thoughts really, so I'm starting this blog to do just that. Like I said, I'm new, and I'm slightly nervous, but I will hope for the best. Yours, Clara.