I wore fake Hermès to French class today.

Today was the first day of Winter quarter at the great learning institution I attend. I have French class at 8:30 every morning, but luckily New Years fucked up my sleep schedule so much that I've been going to bed at a reasonable hour over the past couple of days. The fact I woke up at 7 today is otherwise astounding. After coffee and some breakfast, I went to my closet with France on my mind. In fact, last night I listened over and over to "La Vie En Rose" and a Lady Gaga performance in which she sings in French. Soon, I'll be one of those annoying Francophiles that only drinks black coffee and smokes imported cigarettes. I suppose that's not too far off though. Anyway, my natural tendency to choose black and a never-dying memory of a Carine Roitfeld street style photo left me with the coat, the ripped nylons, the booties. The headscarf was something I had been thinking of since the night before and for some reason I was set on it. I tried for something more playful à la Louis Vuitton bunnies or Alber Elbaz's illustrations. I love the whimsy of some French designers, like Sonia Rykiel, alongside those who are preoccupied with being chic. That creative dialogue, of sorts, provides me a very interesting impression of what Paris is really like. And, I suppose, outfit inspiration, which is obviously of the highest importance.




BB Dakota Coat, thrifted scarf, drug store nylons, Banana Republic Booties, (barely visible) J.Crew button-up

I can only blame my own laziness for the grainy—and mildly comical— cellphone photos. My digital is without batteries and I lack a live-in camera-savvy boyfriend like Rumi or Susie Bubble. Taking pictures of yourself is frustrating. And quite strange, I suppose. In any case, I'd rather embarrass myself with terrible photos rendered in a MySpace-like fashion than not post at all. Resolutions.

I Love Nothing More than a Good Cup of Tea.

During these cold winter months, and all other months for that matter, I like to drink hot tea, and just relax. My favorites are herbal: chamomile, peppermint, etc. Currently, I'm sipping a cup of "Chamomile Lemon Surrender to Sleep Herbal Tea" by The Republic of Tea. Even the packaging is, dare I say, marvelous:

Tegan and Sarah sing to me while I drink. Their album, The Con is an incredible and beautiful adventure. Happy trails!

The Grand Entrance.

Hello technological world.



This is my first post, on my first blog outside of the notorious MySpace. I feel the same anxiety I would walking into a party full of acquaintances and half-friends. It is as if I don't know if I should be here or not, but I'm here and I plan on enjoying myself. I have several reasons for starting this blog, though these may change as time passes. The principal reason is simply to have a creative outlet, where I can write about my thoughts, feelings, and maybe present some writing to be viewed and scrutinized. I titled the blog "These Lips May Sink Ships..." after (edited) lyrics from the song Loose Lips by Kimya Dawson, as heard in Juno, a favorite movie of mine. Not only that, but the quote is only too true to my life. I've been known to have a mouth that brings me trouble. I may also try to list my hours blogging as Creativity hours in hopes of claiming an International Baccalaureate (IB) diploma, something I feel like may never happen, but that is another story. Finally, I'm presently trapped in the house. Not literally, but due to a blanket of snow and supposedly imminent storm on its way, I think it best to avoid driving my '87 BMW, which can hardly handle rain. I hope the power doesn't go out. That's what is predicted. The same thing happened a year or two ago, and the cold was unbearable.

To address my blogger signature, S.T.D. are my initials, my name is [unimportant]. Though it would seem sad and embarrassing, I find a good laugh in my parents complete ignorance. A humorous mistake. Those always seem to make the best stories. Some things to know about me: I am a senior in high school, living in a suburb of Seattle (In the "Greater Seattle Area"), and I have a love for fashion, art, and many beautiful things.

If you wish to know more about me, feel free to ask questions. I pride myself on being an open book (for the most part). I hope to bring you, yes you, inspiration and delight through this ongoing writing project.