Prom Dress

You probably don’t care but I am sitting about 2 meters away from my prom dress; yes, I finally brought her home.

I won’t mention that when I arrived at the shop yesterday they told me that my dress wasn’t ready even though It was meant to be ready last week. All is well because in the end they finished it. I got my purse and jewelry and one is WELL EXCITED! Now all that’s left to do is my hair!

‘Prom Prom Prometty Prom Prom‘ Those are my thoughts at this particular moment in time. Oh and tweet me @IndieEvie 

I’m so excited, it’s actually just silly.

Yayyyyyy!..ish

Good News, guys! I found my prom dress. ‘Hoorah’ the crowd cheers from below the balcony. ‘Hoorah, Hoorah’.

Okay, so all is well-ish. My dress is gorgeous, I love her. Yes I am personifying her because I am that in love. She is silver, some may say gray but they are wrong. She has a diamond-shaped brooch just below the chest area, strapless, horizontal gathers around the breast area and vertical gathers just below the chest to hold the brooch in place. Last but not least a sheath down the front (is that what they’re called? Like, a trail but down the front) and a trail at the back; which I am now having second thoughts about because I heard a lot of dresses get stepped on.

Finding a dress was difficult because, well the mother and I have such different tastes but I’m glad she was there to help despite the difference in opinions because, well, we got there in the end. The ‘ish’ part of this post is subject to that I want my dress NOW, here. But, mum’s busy working and we have to be together to pick it up  and we are both busy. Meh.

So, now all that is needed is some jewelry; something dainty and elegant, and of course to sort out my hair, majorly.  Fonthill Road in Finsbury Park, London is packed with dresses at this time of the year; I recommend it to anyone looking for a prom dress, they do offer a wide range of choices but unfortunately a lot of the dresses are the same.

I will you keep you posted on the whole ‘prom’ thing.

xoxo Indie

“NIGGER”

Yes. That’s right. See the word above. That is the ACTUAL title of this post. Does it make you feel good?

I won’t use any fancy words for those simple-minded dim wits that this is directed to (not my wonderful readers nor the general public, but those uneducated few; decide which category you best fit into).

It takes a lot to get me mad to the point of tearing you to pieces. There are three main things that make me ANGRY (like, PROPER anger). I will leave the other two for future rants.

‘Nigger’ is a derogatory term, it is meant to PUT YOU DOWN, DEGRADE YOU, LOWER YOUR MORAL STANDARDS etc. So then, having learnt this as if you had never known before, WHY accept it as a title..?

Praises and thanks to senseless rappers like Jay-Z, Tupac, Drake and Kanye for turning it into a fashion. I don’t know, maybe some people love to be referred to by a word that carries so much hate with it. Maybe, I’m just crazy in not wanting to turn the hundreds of years of suffering of the Black Man into a ‘casual’ thing or a joke or some sort of  ‘common ground’… Listen… If the only connection between you and me is that we are both ‘niggers’ so, you feel the need to refer to me as one then I don’t think we can be friends. Simple.

And to those black people who say “Oh, but that’s what you are”. You do realise that you are openly accepting a name that was used to insult you. It also implies that you are owned by a white person. Isn’t that nice?! And DO NOT give me “the meaning has changed since then” the only thing that has changed is stupid people like you lying to themselves, runnin’ around thinking they’re cool saying ‘Nigga’ like “ha ha, you can’t say it unless you’re black”. Shut-up. You’re stupid.

I AM NOT WILLING for the battle of Martin Luther King and other great Black Heroes to be in vain. We’ve come so far, I am a black child in a predominantly white school and I’m treated fairly, and that’s just a fragment of what the years of battle was for.

I, as an individual, am EXTREMELY offended by the use of the N word. I don’t care whether you’re singing it, humming it, writing it, saying it, or whatever. You, being of another ethnic background and saying makes it even worse, it is disrespectful and not to mention racist and shows the kind of person YOU are and how much respect you have for the black race not to mention my individual self.

Let’s put a stop to it. ALL RACIST TALK IS WRONG. It’s not a nice word, don’t use it. At least not around me.

Evie.

PROM!

Venting…

 I can’t even begin to express the anticipation I am feeling for prom. I have to find a dress. I want to apologise to everyone who has to read this and listen to the vain rantings of a teenage girl.

So, I had found a dress, and it was perfect. But I changed my mind since I found the same dress on 3 other websites (plus it got claimed by some other person; and me being me allowed her to have it. Why am I so nice?!). It turns out though, that people usually have an idea of what they are wearing but pretty much turn out with something different.

I just want to look amazing. I know that if I allow myself to  get worked up then no matter what i find it won’t be good enough. But rest assured I will keep my mind open, dedicate a whole weekend to dress shopping. Sorry, did I say dress shopping, I meant dress HUNTING. Like, an explorer in the Jungle I will pounce upon anything stunning. I’ll duck and dive and roll into shops and keep an eye out for danger (tacky, puffy, massive dresses). On second thoughts, I’ll look a bit strange doing that.

So, with just over 2 months untill the big day; I can only hope and pray that the right dress is waiting for  me, just me in some shop somewhere. Waiting, hoping to be owned, draping hopeless on a hanger searching for an owner. Grrr, I’m gonna get aggressive with this prom thing!

                                                                                                                                                    Peace Out Yo!       Evie xoxox

Everyday Should Be Valentines Day!

  Happy Valentines Day everyone! I hope you all have a wonderful day and feel blessed. 

Remember That Valentines isn’t just for lovers but for friends and family too, just show someone how much you appreciate them! And, if your’e single; try not to throw up. Just give a loved one a cuddle, it’s all the same. Have a wonderful day. 

                                                                                                  Indie :) xxx

January Baby

     I told you I’d let you know how my birthday night went in my previous post ‘Birthday Blues’. Well the good news is; I really enjoyed it!

I won’t deny it was very busy day. But what can I say? I won’t forget it, and don’t regret a single second of it ( or maybe my hair :/). unfortunately not everyone enjoyed themselves as much as I did but  some things are just meant to be left in the past; when I look back at that night I want to remember the intensely drunk teen who had us all in fits of laughter, the rich chocolate cake *dribbles* and of course being surrounded by most of my most favourite people.

I can’t begin to describe how thankful I am for my friends, all of them. And of course my beautiful family. If you weren’t there – shame. But honestly, nights like that stay gold forever.

Zizzi’s did a FANTASTIC job with the service, if you’re anywhere near Loughton, Essex I very much urge you to visit this Italian Ristorante. I loved the food, though my Pizza went cold quick. Cakes & Shakes topped off the night with a cute 50’s style diner hang out spot and a Crunchie Bar to wish me a happy birthday :3.

Thankyou to everyone. Can’t thank you enough. You make ageing bearable 

At 16, we pride ourselves in being mature.

                                                                                                                                                                            Indie xxx

 

mies van der rohe : barcelona day bed : made of tiramisu : via case da abitare

Indie Evie:

This, EXCITES me. Had to Share It!

Indie xx

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Influenza

I have Influenza. A viral Infection that belongs to the family Orthomyxoviridae. I may not make it through the nuclear winter. I need an overcoat ( no reference to Green Day). Yes, an overcoat lined with fur, preferably cashmere. And snug gloves and a scarf that doesn’t make me feel like my neck is wrapped in a cotton Anaconda.

I’ll live. I won’t lie. I’ve come here to complain about the flu and for sympathy. I don’t like being ill but then again, no one does. Let’s forget the fact that my hearing has dimmed by 0.2% and my nose is incessantly blocked. I have a mild and annoying chesty cough that requires Benylin (the kiddy one ’cause I like how it tastes).

I need to go scarf shopping asap and buy me one of those hooded scarfs with the ears or a pair of gloves that are reem. Yes, I said reem. I don’t like being ill. I even went to the extent of eating 3 of my five a day in one go! You have to understand that this is an achievement for me. I hardly ever do this but I was so desperate to get well, I guess it was too late. I’ve had honey and lemon tea (I guess it helped a little).

When you’re ill you value you’re health more. Let’s thank God for our excellent health, there are some people out there who have something more than just the flu, something that won’t go away. And they might not make it through 2011. Don’t forget them.

Evie here wishing you good health this Christmas! Love Yaz! *cough,cough*.

 

xoxo   Evie.

“You see, The Dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun; and The Realists without the dreamers – they might not ever get off the ground”

Just a beautiful quote from todays episode of Modern Family (L). In this world there will be people who are completely bent on ‘routine’ and don’t know how to follow their heart. Then there are those who follow their heart so much it leads them to destruction. A healthy mix brings joy and prosperity and this comes in Christ.

Follow your heart but use your mind cos that’s where your sense is. Emotions are decieving and unstable. Don’t lean upon your own understanding (Proverbs 3:5-6) have faith in God.

                                                                                                                                                                       xoxo Evie

A Social Minefield

Hello and Welcome to High School. A social Minefield.

We’ve all been there. The thing with high school is, it never changes. Time can fly by, fashions will come in and out but no matter your race or gender, as long as you’re a teenager, rest assured the jungle we call ‘school’ will chew you up and spit you out.

Now, I don’t mean to discourage those of you who havent reached that yet but wise words; you will have your ups and down (extreme suicidal moments, heart breaks and moments of pure insanity and hysterics of laughter) but you’ll never forget it. In fact, your experience in school has the capacity to shape your future, who you are and who you become. unfortunately our teenage years are the ones where we discover who we are, make stupid choices, see the world for what it really is and discover who our real friends are. Today I witnessed something that upset me and thank God (literally) that I know who I am.

People *cough* Girls *cough* will, bitch and just be plain nasty and for no absolute reason. I do believe it’s in our nature as women but that’s no excuse to carry on doing it anyway. Boys will be boys ( rough ‘n’ tumble)  and of course will always be there to break our hearts carelessly.

 God has kept you till now, he’ll keep you till tomorrow (if he wills). He has plans for your life, even if it doesnt seem so. Forget those popular kids that give everyone evils in the cafeteria. Forget the boy that used those three words with his lips but not his heart. Forget those friends that lied to you. But remember it wont last forever. But then again Bowling For Soup said ‘High School Never Ends’…here we go again.

Enjoy it while it lasts. Dont rush into things. Dont get involved in the Gossip (trudat!) and Be true to yourself. Its okay, to be who you are. If they really like you they wont care what your like.

High school can’t be described. it just has to be experienced. Those are, and will always be The Best Days Of Your Life.           xoxo Evie

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