Those who don't believe in magic will never find it - Roald Dahl.
Whimsical (adj. whim·si·cal) : determined by chance or impulse rather than by necessity or reason. "Capricious, peculiar, playfully odd, spontaneous, light-hearted or amusing".
(Warning: pointlessly lengthy post, you have been warned...)
'Whimsical' is officially my new favourite word. (Uhh, you have a favourite word? Isn't that a little weird?... Yeah well, so's your face, aha-ha.)
Oh but seriously, I've come to think it describes my style / personality pretty well. I've been having a style dilemma recently (sort of torn between 'who I am and who I want to be') but after a while I realised, why do I have to stick to just one style? That's like only ever eating one flavour of ice cream *shivers at the thought*. Which is perfectly fine if you only like that one flavour, but I like to mix it up a bit from time to time, mostly because I'm impossibly fickle... So when the man in the 'Mr Whippy' van asks me which flavour of ice cream I want, I put the same level of thought into my answer as if a friendly shop assistant had asked me if I'm looking for a range / style of clothing in particular (which they never do, but theoretically) my answer is this; Raspberry sorbet (the equivalent of romantic, sweet, feminine) + triple chocolate (darker, richer, all be it a little messy) = the perfect ice cream / style combo in my whimsical little world.
Of course if I accidentally swapped these metaphors I get pretty bizarre expressions cast back at me. Asking Mr Whippy for something 'romantic but dark' I wouldn't be surprised if he leapt out of his van and threw himself into my arms... nope, not surprised, more like utterly horrified, as the average age a standard Mr Whippy ice cream vendor is about 45.
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Anywhoo, random rant aside, I've been feeling a little depressed this week (winter blues I suppose...) so how do I cheer myself up? By acquiring a rather 'spiffing' pair of metallic shoes of course! tehe. I'm wearing them here with a pair of iridescent tights that I got for Christmas, which are awesome (mmm-hmm, awesome, it goes without saying, but wow I said it anyway, just to stress my point. So yeah, awesome.)
I know I've posted this 'Just Jack' song before but I really like it. The sounds of violins makes me happy, I used to play myself, but dear old Rosie (that's what I named my violin, oh yes I name things) is tucked safely beneath a mountain of clothes on the off chance that musical pirates raid the house to kidnap her... it's not just because my room is untidy, nope, I'm much cleaverer than that... so cleaver in fact I just realised 'cleaverer' is not a real word, oohhh.
Today's Anthem: "Embers" by Just Jack.
(p.s. "Happy New Year!" to all you fabulous people who visit my blog, you have no idea how happy your comments make me, so spread a little joy, yeah? ;)
...(p.p.s sorry if I've confused / mortified you with my ice cream rant, I'm clearly on a sugar high, so if you managed to read all that than 'Congratulations you are a total legend!' but you've also lost about 5 minutes of your life... was it worth it? Meh, probably not, but I truly love you for your other-worldly level of enthusiasm. Cheers m'dears!)
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