Monthly Archives: July 2008

apricot’s closet: colorful short-haired girl.

multicolored shirt (which is far from my character), tights & red shoes, all from Target; shorts, from Ross; necklace, from Forever21. When I was a little girl, I wanted long hair. I felt that in order to be beautiful, it was a necessity. But of ...

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impulse buying suffices nothing.

Au revoir, high-waisted skirt from H&M. I returned this skirt because, truthfully, I never wore it. I was more in love with the idea of the skirt than the skirt itself. So sad, because it's such a darling little skirt... ...

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wearing nothing but paint in my studio.

Sadly -- very, very sadly -- our beautiful, wonderful apartment home is being foreclosed. I wish I could put into decent words how I feel about this, but I can't. In short, I am slightly devastated & just a little bit angry. (Just a teeny bit.) We found out this terrible news through text message, of ...

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brainstorms take me away from the norm.

It's come to my attention that I hate conformity. Even if I am leaning more towards liking something that is very conventional & mainstream, I will either talk myself out of liking it... or I will make use of it in an unconventional way. This goes for music, clothing, jewelry, food & other things. I ...

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apricot’s closet: modestly simple.

t-shirt, from American Apparel; shorts & sandals, from Ross; tights, from Target; scarf used to be my sister's sarong. I feel a little awkward taking photographs of myself & ...

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beauty is fleeting.

I've been pondering over the word "beautiful" & have been trying to collect my thoughts surrounding its myths & misconceptions. It's true that everyone wants to be considered beautiful or charming. Everyone, I'm sure, has wished they could be someone else. All because the ...

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memories at midnight.

Even though it happened over a year ago, I am still brutally affected by memories. When I try to overlook the past, the emotional scars stare me right in the face, making me recall that night in graphic detail. I just cannot forget, ...

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