You Aren't Punk Rock Enough

It has been quite some time since I have enjoyed both the social and blogging world. In a pleasant coincidence, I was thrown back into both simultaneously last night. Maisie and I were joyously reunited last night after several weeks apart. What with school, new friends, and hobbies, there just wasn't much time to get together. But last night we pushed those superfluous activities aside for a night in Hollywood. The plan had been to eat dinner at this pizza restaurant and then make our way to the Arclight to see the Fifth Estate, but somewhere between the two, we ended up in Amoeba Records.

Amoeba Records, for those who do not know, is this groovy record store in Hollywood. The place is huge, its cavernous structure filled with everything music related. From guitars, to records, to CD's, to band shirts. In an attempt to be retro and "punk rock", Maisie and I dashed through the record aisles, snapping grainy, faux-badass photos on my phone.

pow-wow punk rock princess (and pink floyd)

(from top to bottom) - The Grateful Dead, The Black Keys, Neutral Milk Hotel. And most importantly, a Butthole Surfers T-shirt that we pulled off of a rack in the back of the store. The quest for true punk may be difficult, but it sure is interesting.

Are we punk rock enough yet?

Through mangled screams of "IS THIS PUNK ROCK ENOUGH?" and "YOU LOOK LIKE A CHICKEN!", we managed to have fun and also earn the hatred of everyone else in that store. At the end of the night, Maisie and I still weren't the punk rock people we had strived so hard to be. I guess this is because punk is something you are born with. True punk comes from within and, like all other personas, cannot be readily manufactured. We should stop trying to be what we are not, and start striving to be who we are inside. Whether you are a flower child, a vintage queen, a derby doll, a skater girl, or a punk rock princess, you should fully embrace your inner television trope. Don't let personality trends get you down, they will come and go but your uniqueness will last forever. Until next time...

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Eden

This is a very special post about a very special person. My beautiful, strong, wonderfully kind friend Eden (who has been mentioned in several other posts) recently relocated to Pennsylvania for boarding school. I couldn't be more proud of her for being so independent and going out on her own, but I miss her like crazy. Yesterday I received such a lovely letter from her and it reminded me how much i miss her. Because a letter would take days to reach her, I decided to just post my letter here.

(isn't she lovely?!)

Dear Eden,

Thank you for your beautiful letter, it was so great to hear from you. So, 40% of your school is from New Jersey? As a word of advice you should never ask them about Jersey shore, ever. But the good thing about them being the same in social situations is that you've had years and years of practice in California dealing with that. I'm glad that you're not feeling homesick, and if you ever do start to miss us you can just cuddle up to your laptop and filter through our blogs and remember that the internet connects us all. So here are some warm snuggly memories to keep you company when you feel lonely:

- Maisie's 14th birthday. Wandering through the shops along Ventura and ending up in the parody section of that Bookstar and laughing until we cried. We did that read-aloud of Bi-curious George and that lady kept glaring at us. Remember posing for that photo 3 times before we finally got it right. And how, on the way back to Maisie's, we stopped to do that photo shoot in front of that vine-covered wall. It was freezing cold and we all still got frappuccinos anyways, except for you. You got a Chai latte. If you ever get cold during the chilly months just remember how warm we were snuggled up in that bookshop together. 

- Watching Supernatural together every wednesday. Event though we were never in the same room, it was a joint experience. Do you remember that domestic headcanon we came up with? we spent every second of those commercial breaks rapidly texting back and forth. I will dearly miss our joint viewings, but whenever I get hit with a wave of longing i can read those messages and feel connected with the past. I hope that you get  the same joy reading those messages as I do. 

- That one sleepover with you, me and Maisie. I know that parts of that night were tough, but that sleepover really did bring us closer together. For all those times when we laughed, there was bound to be one time when we cried. After that we all fell asleep on your narrow bed. It was a miracle we all fit. But when we woke up in the morning there was this understanding between all of us. So whenever you need a friend just remember how deep our friendship is. Maisie and I love you very much, and we are always just a phone call away.

- The Boston trip. we spent every second, waking and asleep, together. On that first day it was so cold that we ended up tangled up together on that bench trying to stay warm. You carried around your camera everywhere with you, I don't think there was a single undocumented aspect of our time together. I also remember me being super tired and bitchy at one point, but let's not dwell to much on that. Instead lets remember marathoning House Hunters and trying to eat cup-o-noodle with coffee stirrers. And on those bus rides when we were both so tired we would lie on top of each other. One time you fell asleep while you were still hugging me and I couldn't move at all. Zach still has the photos and they are soooooo embarrassing. Whenever you need some comfort just remember that best friend hugs are the best hugs and there are so many hugs waiting for you when you come back home. 

- Our thrifting expedition. Sifting through those racks of tacky ski-sweaters and fringed jackets until we finally unearthed our beautiful clothes. It was so damn hot out, but we still donned our sweaters and coats and posed for that photo. I hope you brought that red skirt with you to Pennsylvania, it looked so good on you. That night we ate microwavable Indian food on your patio and just talked. It was so great to be together just me and you. The next day we re-organized your book shelf into a rainbow. That was one of the only times we've ever hung out together alone. It was so lovely, when you come back we should do it again. A thrift shop adventure, just you and I. When you wear your plaid or your lovely red skirt I hope that you remember how fun that day was. 

- The last hurrah of the Golden trio. That last sleepover was so much fun, it was the perfect way to separate. You were so good at building pillow forts, Maisie and I totally would have failed without you. And our fort was rather idyllic wasn't it? I wear the dress from the vintage festival all the time, I named it the Eden as a tribute to you. So just know that the dress named Eden is just as loved as you are.

I hope these memories make you happy when you are down and bring you comfort when you need it. I know that the people over in Pennsylvania will love you just as much as I do. If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, a person to laugh with, or a friend to confide in, just know that I am always here for you. 

Love always,

Sofia

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Welcome to Night Vale

Have you ever listened to a song or a podcast and just fallen in love? I have, and I can't keep this newfound love to myself any more. I recently started listening to a podcast called Welcome to Night Vale and I can't stop. This bi-monthly podcast is a radio show for the fictional desert town of Night Vale. The show is hosted by a guy named Cecil Baldwin, who is perfect. His velvety voice is eerie yet soothing, I recommend listening to it in the dark under lots of blankets. The pilot episode begins with a new scientist moving to town. His name is Carlos, he is beautiful and perfect, and Cecil is in love with him. There is also an old woman, Josie, who talks to angels, a racist white guy who dresses like a native american called the Apache tracker, an intern named Dana, the mayor, Pamela Winchell, a cat named Khoshekh who hovers next to the sink in the men's bathroom, and you. You play a recurring role on the show. Yes indeed, the listener is referenced in several podcasts including an episode called "A story about you"which is actually a story about you.

(From left to right: Station management, Cecil, Khoshekh, Carlos, Dana, the Apache Tracker, mayor Pamela Winchell,Old woman Josie and the angel Erika, You)

The drawing above is only what I believe the characters to look like, as it is a radio show there is not really any solid descriptions of any of them. Anyways, the show is very creepy and very funny. there are a lot of really poignant undertones, and many relevant issues are addressed. the show is also very representative of the American population. The main two characters are queer, there's a discriminatory douche, and several ethnic personalities. And just in case you need another incentive, the show plays really cool music during the weather section (trust me, it's as weird as it sounds). It is also 100% free! So if you want to laugh, cry, tremble in fear, and gain a new and interesting perspective on life, listen to this podcast. If you want to do more research before starting this potentially terrifying journey, i recommend surfing the #wtnv tag on tumblr. It's full of super great fan art and theories about the show. 

I promise that this podcast doesn't disappoint. It's full of mystery, romance and general weirdness. It's beautifully written and produced, I can't get enough of it. Dare I say that it is my favorite addiction ever? I do. So please please check them out at http://commonplacebooks.com/welcome-to-night-vale/# and if you like the show, donate donate donate! Until next time, dear readers.

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(End of) Summertime Sadness

All good things must come to an end, and summer break is no exception. Over the past 9 weeks there have been concerts, beach trips, long work days, resort weekends and slumber parties. Unfortunately, the start of school eliminates most of a teenager's free time and such adventures can be difficult to have. But the warm memories of these sweltering days can always be reflected upon fondly until next year rolls around and the time for summer comes yet again. So as a permanent record of my most eventful summer ever, I thought I would make a master post of my holiday. So without further ado, I present to you the Best and Worst of Summer 2013...

Best:

- Disneyland with Sophia and Zach. This day was so so much fun. Despite the heat and the lines, we managed to have a great time and it was a great excuse to escape reality for a day.

- The southern photo shoot with Lily and Maisie. Using Maisie's super nice camera and ample amounts of ironic clothing, we created a redneck family and photographed their life in Maisie's backyard. The photos are super embarrassing but they were so much fun to shoot.

- CAMP!!!! Working at my old arts camp was one of the highlights of my summer. I love the counselors, I love the kids, and I love the boba . I can't wait until next year to reprise the experience.

- Thrifting with Eden and Little Tokyo with Maisie. I won't elaborate as much on these two as there are individual posts on them.

- My cousin, Sammy, coming to town. Although there were some rough patches, we really bonded and had a great time. The OC fair with him and Jesse was definitely a highlight.

- Welcome to Night Vale. This creepy, funny, philosophical podcast is #1 in America. Focusing on the imaginary desert town of Night Vale and narrated by Cecil Baldwin, the podcast is a mixture of horror and comedy. One of the best parts is the budding romance between Cecil and hot scientist, Carlos. If you haven't already been converted, I highly suggest listening to it.

- The short vacation my family took to Ojai, where we stayed at the idyllic resort. The sweeping green lawns, whitewashed villas, spa and pool are what make the place so great. Our three days there were filled with morning yoga classes, evening meditation, great food and hours spent by the poolside. It was, without a doubt, the most relaxing vacation I've ever taken. Wandering amongst the fragrant lavender and sunbathing in the noon sun really helped me calm down and reflect upon my imminent return to school. 

- The golden trio's (Maisie, Eden and I) last sleepover. As Eden leaves for boarding school soon, last weekend was our last chance for a slumber party. We built a pillow fort on my bed, in which we watched ironic movies and blogged into the wee hours of the morning. The next morning we went to a vintage festival where we each bought something. I plan on wearing my new dress to the first day of school tomorrow. Although I am sad that Eden is leaving, I know that our friendship can survive the miles and the time difference. 

Worst:

- My facial expressions in those redneck photos.

- Having to say goodbye to my camp kids.

- Having to say goodbye to Eden.

- My lobster red sunburn from those long hours spent by the pool. Whenever you guys go outside, please please please put on sunscreen. This will protect you from cancerous damage and massive amounts of pain.

- Falling off of my bike and skidding downhill. This little incident earned me several battle scars and gross scabs that I shall be proudly sporting tomorrow at school (woopie). 

Overall, this summer was really fantastic. As much as I would like it to go on longer, I do feel ready for school tomorrow. School certainly provides enough room for adventure and excitement. Freshman year, no matter how tough things get, will surely be lively. For those of you who still have summer left: enjoy every last minute of it. And for those who have school in the morning: you are beautiful and strong and can handle anything, have a wonderful day.

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Summer nights

If there is one thing summer nights were meant for, it's concerts. With the warm night air on your face and the thrilling energy of 15,000 people packed into one massive stadium, summer concerts are the best of the year. When Lily, Maisie and I heard that Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes were coming into town, we had to buy tickets. So last night we all piled into a car and made our way to the Hollywood bowl. Of course, parking in the lot would have been too mainstream so we decided to find the most remote space we could. After driving in circles for what felt like hours and a rather tense moment between Lily and her mom (Ellen), we finally found a secluded side street on which to park. Naturally, we got lost trying to find our way back to the bowl and by the time we got there with our picnic baskets, the opening acts had already started. Ellen's friend, Sam, met us on the picnic terrace and we all had a lovely meal and took a couple photos before entering the theatre for the concert.

(ootn: dress - Gap | flower crown - SerenityCrystal)

It was around 9:00 when the concert actually started, but the show was every bit worth the long wait. Alexander was so oddly charming (and very cute) and Jade was simply adorable. They sang and danced their way through the audience, grabbing patrons and giving them the mic or spinning them around. They opened with Man on Fire which was so lovely and proceeded to do numbers such as 40 day dream and Better days. Alexander sang a beautiful ballad to Jade, and by the end she and half the audience were in tears. And of course, what Edward Sharpe concert would be complete without Home? They chose to sing their most famous song as their grand finale. As soon as the whistling started, the entire audience erupted into cheers. And the band was drowned out by the masses singing along. "Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my ma and pa. Not the way that I do love you..." I can safely say that it was one of the most charming and awe inspiring things I've ever seen. 

(a polaroid taken by Maisie)

But perhaps the most exciting part of the evening happened as we were exiting the stadium. We were slowly making our way downhill when Maisie whispered to me "turn around." Curious to see what she was so anxious about, I quickly glanced behind my shoulder and HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY! Less than a foot behind me was the beautiful, stunning, talented ZACHARY QUINTO*!! Out of the thousands of people at that concert, I ended up sharing air with my favorite actor. Needless to say, I freaked out. But Maisie and I decided not to approach him or ask for a photo as he was with his friends and it would have been invasive. No matter how fabulous he is, he is still just a person like you or me. 

The thing about Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes is that they're so happy. There is so much joy radiating from their music. I'd like to be more like that. I'd like to not care what others think or say, I'd like to just be happy. To dance barefoot with strangers and love as freely as Jade and Alexander do. And by realizing this desire, I'm already half way there. 

*For those who don't know Zachary Quinto is the actor who portrays Spock in the Star Trek reboots and Sylar in Heroes. In addition to being a wonderful actor, he also does fantastic charity work. He's pretty great.

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The youth

It's the end of another sizzling summer in California. The sun gleams against the cerulean sky, the eucalyptus leaves rustle in the light breeze and... I'm lying in bed, swaddled in blankets and mourning the start of my free time. Most teenage girls would be thrilled to have time to go to the beach and snap hipster photos of their iced froofy blah-blah-blahs from Starbucks. But for me, the free time brings a sense of emptiness that cannot be quelled by Starbucks or hang-out time with friends. This melancholy was not brought on by the impending school year nor the fact that I won't look good in my swim team suit, but by the end of summer camp and my stint as a CIT.
For the past six weeks I have spent my days chasing small children, hot gluing costumes and supervising art projects. I complained ceaselessly about how tired I was or how obstinate the kids were, but no matter how loudly they screamed or how irritated I was, I really did love them. Those kids brought me immeasurable amounts of joy and now that camp is over, I find that my life seems meaningless without them.

I became one of those annoying mothers who posts photos of their kids on Facebook and brags about them to their friends and family. Watching them dance and sing themselves into shining stars was such a wonderful experience. Whenever they would hug me or smile at me, it was like the whole world glowed and everything was a little bit brighter. The thing about little kids is that they aren't superficial. As we grow older we tend to care more and more about things like looks and the way other people think about us. But kids don't care, you don't have to do your makeup or shave your legs for 5-year-olds. You don't have to try to hard or regret what you say. By surrounding myself with these children I learned about the things that were really important. Your eyeliner and dress size won't gain you any friends. In the end, kindness and compassion are the only things that matter. You should do things that make you happy and feel free to be yourself. If you do, you are sure to find that people are much more drawn to you than they ever were before. 

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Meet me at the Fair

Nothing screams adventure like deep fried chocolate-covered bacon or a 2-foot-long corn dog. And at the Orange County fair, such dishes are a commonality. When my mom propositioned me with the idea of taking my new-in-town cousin to the fair, I was delighted. I'd heard of the fair before but I'd never had the chance to go, it was sure to be an adventure. Of course, all adventurers need companions so I asked the one and only Jesse if she'd like to accompany me. We departed from her house at around eleven in the morning, car full of people and the sounds of bad radio music. Although the drive there was long, it felt like no time at all.

(My brother Enzo, my cousin Sam, Jesse and I)

As we steered our way through the hordes of people, we caught brief glimpses of some of the food that was being sold. Our reactions were generally that of mutual hilarity and disgust. After all, who really wants to eat bacon and Nutella? No, instead of struggling to find edible food we opted to take on some of the rides. The first ride we tried was, for lack of a better phrase, a ball buster. The colorful, spinning contraption took the rider high up into the air and flipped them round and round until they were weak at the knees and purple in the face. The second ride we braved was the ferris wheel. We must have been on that rickety old thing for at least 20 minutes before they let us off. 

(Jesse and I infront of a booth that sold deep-fried Oreo sundaes)

As terrifying as the rides were, the food was the most intimidating part of the fair. For lunch, Jesse and I settled for a pulled pork sandwich so big that the two of us couldn't even finish it. And there's no better way to cool off in the Cali heat than slurping away at a cool Icee. We took a ski-lift from one part of the park to the other, where we rode two more rides. The logging ride left us all water-logged and the swings were delightful and didn't last long enough. 

(shameless selfies and slushies with Jesse)

Finally, with our caramel apples in hand, we decided to set off for home. The whole experience was so new and so much fun. Today could have been just another Sunday spent at home in my air-conditioned room, but instead it was transformed a wonderful adventure. But the friends we travel with are just as important as where we ultimately go. And I am so thrilled to have been able to share this wonderful day with four of the people I love most. Next time a fair roles around your hometown, grab a couple of your closest friends and ample amounts of sunscreen and have yourselves an adventure. 

Until next time...

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Laptop Lovin'

This is a very special post for me as it is the first post published from my brand new laptop! After months of groveling and pleading, my parents agreed to get me one for graduation. But in my household, nothing ever runs on time. I graduated in early June and I just got the computer today. Unbelievable. But good things come to those wait, and after several long months I finally have the computer of my dreams.

Everybody meet Mr. Spock of Nazareth, the love of my life. His handsome, sleek, silver exterior is only one of the many reasons that I love him. But the best thing about him is that he's all mine. For many years I shared a large desktop with my younger brother (ugh) and there were constant disputes over things like the desktop image and what made the bookmark bar. Now that I have my very own computer I have complete control over everything from my desktop to how many hours I can binge watch my favorite television shows. 

Above is the image I chose to use for my desktop. This beautiful drawing is of my role model, Jehan Prouvaire, and was made by the beautiful Liv. For the rest of my appliances I am choosing a more muted and subtle color pallet with lots of olive and gold. For this I used the app CandyBar which has been marvelous so far. 

Anyways, that's enough bragging for one day. I promise that my blog will be less dead next week than it has been lately. Have a lovely, lovely weekend everyone!

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Bromances aren't just for boys

Everybody has that one friend. A person who knows them better than anyone, who's just as good for profound moments as they are for a laugh. This person hasn't necessarily known them the longest, but it certainly feels like they do. For me, this friend is Jesse. I've known Jesse my entire life, literally. Only six weeks older than me, she has been my friend since the day I was born. Weekends were spent in each other's yards and I was never absent from her annual Halloween and Easter parties. Throughout my entire life, she has been there. For fourteen years, I have had a wonderful companion to share my adventures with. And I couldn't be more grateful for it.

(Jesse and I at Oxnard)

I don't see Jesse as often as I did when I was younger, but we still maintain a close friendship. Even if we go for weeks and weeks without seeing each other, we can still easily slip back into out old patterns. It is immensely reassuring to have such a stable friend. It is safe to say that in my entire life I have never had any other best friend. It's like having a sister but without the fighting and competition. In ways, it is the best kind of relationship to have. If there is one thing that I am sure of, it is that I will never lose touch with Jesse. We could be on opposite sides of the world, but no amount of sea or sky could ever breach our friendship. 

I hope that all of you have a friend like her, someone to support you and love you for who you are. 

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10 miles to the other side of the world

Over the weekend my lovely wifey, Maisie, and I took a trip downtown to Little Tokyo. Although the little city is just several miles away, entering the tiny plaza is like going to another world. The signs were all in Japanese and the words swirling through the summer air were spoken in a foreign tongue. It was utterly enchanting. I have, of course, been to little Tokyo before. In fact, my 13th birthday was a scavenger hunt that took place in the plaza. My friends and I dashed through the stores, attempting to find the things on our lists. But this newer experience was much more intimate, much more personal than the last time. This time 'round, Maisie and I took time to enjoy ourselves. There was no harried rush, no sense of urgency to our adventure. Rather it was an opportunity to spend time with one another.

(ootd: dress - Urban Outfitters)

Some highlights from the trip included:

- Our trip to the Sanrio store where we saw Hello Kitty dolls dressed up as Kiss band members (they wouldn't let us take photos)

- Getting Maisie to try boba for the first time. This type of drink is a favorite of mine and the place near my work makes the best coconut boba ever!

- Trying macaroons for the first time! This was super exciting for me as I have a certain affinity for French things, and the small cookies did not disappoint. We got two, raspberry and salted caramel. I had a hard time deciding which one I liked more.

- Going into a video store where none of the movies had English titles and the children's movies were a bit to close to the porn section, which we wandered into by accident. As soon as we realized what was going on, we ran out of the store and started laughing hysterically. I don't think the lady who worked there was too happy with us.

- Visiting the Japanese-American culture museum. This was super interesting and had some wonderful art and photography exhibits. I highly recommend going. We also wrote our blog url's down in the message journals they had there. So if you found us in there - thank you for taking the time to visit.

The thing I love most about Little Tokyo is that it gives you a chance to experience a totally different culture without going so far away. If you ever have a free weekend, you should go check out whatever little city is closest to your home. There is no such thing as too much cultural exposure!!

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confessions of a thriftaholic

Hello my name is Sofia, and I am a thriftaholic. Like most things of the past, I find old clothes to be beautiful. Thrifted clothing is softer, cheaper and full of stories.

Thriftshop part I:

I have only ever been thrifting twice and found it to be a most enjoyable experience. The clothes were conveniently arranged by type of apparel (jeans, shirts) and by color, this made it quite easy to find whatever type of garment you were looking for. I personally believe that keeping an open mind at the beginning of any shopping endeavor is the best strategy. Do not expect to find exactly what you're looking for, that rarely ever happens. Instead, try to focus on a specific color or clothing style and see if anything speaks to you. The first time I went thrifting I did not quite know what to expect, but the experience was everything I loved about shopping and more.

(Eden and I in our newly thrifted clothes)

I went to the Pasadena Goodwill with my friend Eden. Goodwill may not seem like a hip or trendy place to shop for clothes but they had a wonderful selection of garments to choose from. Eden and I had so much fun sifting through the different racks of clothes, bagging the things we loved and ridiculing the things we hated. In the end I bought four things: 

- A vintage houndstooth coat (pictured above). The weather near my home is not exactly suited for heavy coats, but the coat was only $8 and in perfect condition. It was an offer I couldn't refuse. It fits really well and is SO retro-fabulous. I can't wait until winter rolls around and I can wear it out!

- A grey dress (pictured above). The dress is not vintage, but was also in perfect condition. It fits so well and I happily added it to my collection of dresses.

- A sleeveless yellow button down. The soft linen fabric is super breezy and very summery. It is quickly becoming a staple in my wardrobe.

- A red knit cardigan. I am of the opinion that a girl can never have too many cardigans or sweaters, and therefore my closet is overflowing with them. The original buttons on this cardigan were rather hideous faux-diamond things, they made the garment rather senior citizen. But the situation was easily righted when I swapped the buttons for some of my own. With its new mis-matched blue and gold buttons, the cardigan is simply darling.

Thriftshop part II:

(OOTD: Headband - anthropologie | sunglasses - Madewell | belt & shoes - Gap | skirt - handmade | 

top - thrifted from last time!)

This thrifting escapade was less fun than the first. This was largely because of the company I was with. Instead of being with one of my closest friends I was accompanied by my mother (shh she is a great shopping buddy), her friend and her friend's daughter. I found the latter two to be difficult companions with troublesome taste in clothing. They were set upon visiting the "trendy" vintage boutiques and out-of-the-way shops. Most of these places were closed and/or awful. By the time they finally agreed to go to the Glendale Goodwill, I had become very frustrated indeed. This store had a much smaller selection than the other Goodwill I had been to and I only bought 2 items:

- A sleeveless cable knit turtleneck. As weird as that sounds, it's actually really cute. It has the cozy feel of a proper winter sweater but its lack of sleeves makes it much chicer and practical. The nice off-white color adds to the retro feel.

- A small leather bag. The pouch is like a tiny backpack, not built to hold more than a few essentials. There was a small smudge of paint on the back, but it is not noticeable when worn. I love how cute and effortless the bag is. Plus, it's black which means it goes with almost everything!

If you haven't ever been thrifting, I highly recommend it. It is an affordable and fun way to shop for garments you may not have bought in a regular store. I spent a total of $38 for BOTH trips. So crazy! I hope to be able to do it again soon. After all, a girl can never have too much clothing.

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Kids in the riot

Recently my friends and I took a trip to Disneyland. As a small child, the park was a place of wonder and adventure. A place where princesses roamed among the common people and I could come face to face with my childhood hero, Peter Pan. In my later stages of childhood I lost interest in the park, it seemed too childish and immature. Enjoying princesses at that age would have been, well, embarrassing. But now, as a teenager, I have been returned to that place of childhood wonder.

As we grow older, we find ourselves more attracted to the things of our past. There is something so joyously thrilling about being reconnected with the things of the past. Being in that park was like being a child again. For several hours the strain of the outside world was lifted from our shoulders and we were able to simply be. I loved every minute of it.

(splash mountain is the greatest ride. shhhh don't argue)

I think I got more out of Disneyland as a teenager than I did as a child. Being older allows you to appreciate the beauty of the world that Walt Disney created. It lets you have the freedom to explore that you didn't have as child. It's nostalgic and lovely and fantastic. That night, as the three of us lay exhausted upon the hotel lawn, we agreed to make this trip an annual event. There is something about this comfortable sense of false childhood that keeps us all grounded. In this crazy world, it is something we all sorely need.

welcome to the land of lost things

I'm Sofia and sometimes I write, or draw, or sing. This blog is my everything bagel for wonderings, ramblings and tiny glimpses of life. If I told you about this blog I hope you like whatever you may find here. And if you found this blog on your own just know that there is always a place for you here. 

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