Slowly getting there

Hiya! It’s been too long, again, since the last time I posted anything. I’m guessing that no-one’s all that interested in my Christmas presents at this time of the year, so I’ve decided to just get on with blogging about things in my life right now, it’s far easier that way. (What a clever realization from my part.) ^^

First a brief overall look on my life at present.

Aristocratic vampires are back with full force and I am currently trying to figure out how to bring that out in my appearances, without having to spend all my money replacing the contents of my wardrobe. I’m supposed to be studying to the upcoming university entrance exams but I’m finding an awful lot of nothing and more nothing to do instead. And I have been doing my best to not to buy any new nail polishes in addition to the thirty-something I already have in a beautiful box on top of my closet, and it hasn’t been an easy task. I almost failed at that only last Monday when I was at a local store and they were having a discount on Mavala nail polishes. I only escaped the path of doom when I realized I was holding not one but four bottles in my hands. I left the store without buying any nail polish and was extremely pleased with myself.

Here be an extremely low quality photo of a recent attempt of mine on aristocratic appearance:

(Photoshoots in the middle of the night. <3)

And now to the real subject! Two things have been rocking my boat this week (well, let’s say three and count in the most awesome piece of Gone with the Wind fan fiction ever). First, I got myself a Spotify Premium account and have been listening to a lot of non-Asian music. I have liked the program so far, even with its lack of Asian music. Soundtracks, musicals and Finnish classics have been on the top of my charts these past few days. And even though I have Spotify, I won’t stop buying my beloved CDs, as the people who know me have probably guessed already. ^^

The second thing (or third, since I already mentioned the GwtW fanfic (why do I keep stating the obvious?)) is that I was in Helsinki with my long-time friend Pia last Thursday and we were going to check out some stores to try to find me a graduation dress. We never got to any proper formal clothing shops because Pia reminded me that I had promised her quite some time ago that I would take her to Morticia, a shop that sells gothic/alternative clothing, and now was the perfect time for me to make good on that promise. So, off to Morticia we were and it just so happened that Pia convinced me to try on one of the most beautiful pieces of clothing I have ever seen (or had on me, at least). I wasn’t really going to tell anything about it to anyone else, but I’m way too excited to keep it a total secret. Yes, I found myself quite a gorgeous corset, a metal-boned one and it was such a bargain, too! An overbust for only 50 €! I couldn’t believe my luck. The only slight flaw is that the corset is size 22 (inches, as in the waist measure) and I could have done with at least the size 20. The size 22 doesn’t really take many centimeters off my waist even when tightened to the max, but it was the smallest size available of the precise type, so I took it. And it is flattering enough, in my opinion, even though I’m still dreaming of being able to fit into a size 18, like Scarlett O’Hara in her best days. (I’m just obsessed with Scarlett, 18 inches for a waist is actually terribly little. But I probably could do with something like 19…? Or then I just get used to this 22-inch corset and be happy?)

I see I got a little off track there. Anyways, after what I considered a very successful buy, I was off to a fabric store (Eurokangas, if some Finns are interested) with a huge inspiration to make a perfect graduation dress by myself, despite my mother’s wishes. (When I thought it aloud some time back that I could sew myself a dress she actually moaned out loud that I shouldn’t do it.) I was so excited that I could hardly sit still in the buss on my way to Tapiola, let alone on my way home with the necessary fabrics safely on my hands.

Needless to say, I’ve been sewing like crazy ever since Friday and, to my own very pleasant surprise, I haven’t even screwed up anything essential as of yet. I’m guessing my outfit won’t be the total show-stopper I always dream my best creations to be but I do think it’ll at least turn some heads over to my direction. I have a good amount of possibilities to fail left, though, so maybe I should cool my head a little and just aim for a basically good-looking outfit, instead of that over-the-top vision I have been having on my mind… I suck at keeping secrets, so against my better judgement I might be posting photos of the finished product – or of some parts of it, at least – here before the big day (June the 5th) and thus reducing the possible wow factor I’d wish it to have on some of my friends who read (or at least know of) this blog.

…Am I actually a totally mischievous person?

I meant to write briefly, but with my huge sentences and love for the most complicated way of putting things this entry has again reached the over-length I tend to go to with my posts. (I’d better stop trying to make thing any more complicated than what they already are or I won’t be able to make out what I’m trying to say myself, let alone have you, my dear readers, understand a single sentence. I’ll soon have to get a proofreader for this blog.)

Last but not least I’d like to type a few words about my nails, as you all must have missed them during my latest hiatus. ;) I’m thinking that my nails are right now the longest they have ever been in my life, the ‘white part’ being longer than the nail bed itself, an average of about 9 mm and near to 1 cm at the longest. I’m having a hard time to decide whether to file my nails slightly shorter, to keep them this long or to keep growing them still. And I can’t decide on the shape either. I have been happy with the rounded square shape, or ‘squoval’, I have now, with hardly any breakage or chipping, but I’m getting the feeling that I’d like to go for a more pointed shape again.

Well, here’s a photo of my current nails:

They are quite long, aren’t they? (OPI DS Extravagance, by the way. I adore the colour, though this photo isn’t the most becoming one… And I think, since this photo was taken a week ago, that right now my nails are actually half a millimeter longer still. o.o) The funny thing is that when I look at my nails I don’t feel like they are really long at all. I’ve got so accustomed to having long nails that these are starting to feel like the average length, instead of overly long as others may see them. So what about you, my dear readers? Do my nails seem awfully long or horrible-looking to you? Should I shorten them or shape them differently? I’m pretty sure that I won’t shorten my nails too much before graduation, at least, unless something terrible happens… *knocks on wood*

And now, one more question to you all: Are my posts too long to read? Would you rather read some brief updates of my daily life/materialistic dreams/random short entries every other day or so or do you prefer these huge posts of all too much rambling and complicated sentences? I’m open for suggestions, though I’m not sure if I can change the way I write so easily… Once again, I’m really grateful that you have taken interest in this silly blog of mine and I’ll give cookies and ice-cream to anyone who has had the strength to read this whole post. And I’ll give you a hug even if you didn’t really have it in you to read this through, any comments are appreciated!

Till next time, my dears~ (Maybe by then I’ve learned how to write short and interesting entries. x3)