Introduction

As it turned out, to begin is the easiest thing. I have already done it. To continue the thought is a much harder task. What can one expect of a 21-year old girl from Nevada that studies journalism? Dirty stories about personal life? Romantic lies about first kisses, dates and sex? Or, maybe, sweet childhood memories?

So I sat down and thought… about things that happen during the day and usually don’t make a big impact on life, but leave a slight scent – positive, or negative. And I thought – hey, maybe these things matter? Happy moments that are not always perfect – they can be funny, weird, sweet, romantic, but all together positive. Memories and impressions are sometimes similar, and maybe any of you can find something familiar and leave a feedback.

Style matters to me. I take it seriously. I mean, I can wake up, open the drawer and look through it pensively. Then I take out a purple shirt and iron it as thoughtfully, as I looked at it. But twenty minutes before I have to leave I suddenly realize that this purple shirt just doesn’t suit my plans for a day. So I have to change outfit in a hurry, and if I have purple makeup on, that’s it – the whole thing has to be redone.

I wear tennis shoes. All the time. In summer I wear flip-flops. Or tennis shoes. I love comfort and don’t have time to draw eights with my hips because I’m always in a hurry. But, attention, there are at least sever boxes of drop-dead high heels in my closet! Barbarella red ones with cute bows, black 60es styled ones, silver-colored shoes with slim straps…. Why? Because I am an aesthete. I know that a neat shoe makes a girl’s leg look beautiful. Probably this is the reason why I spend hours wandering around stores and looking for nice shoes with a patience of a maniac. And then, during long winter evenings I sit in front of my closet and cradle the shoes with my eyes. One day I will wear any of them with one of my evening gowns.

Evening gowns! One more thing on the list of my weird peculiarities. I wear jeans. In summer I trade them… for new light jeans. Nevertheless, my closet is stuffed with lovely skirts and dresses. I have three evening gowns! They are incredibly beautiful.

Once I wore a pink dress with one of those pairs of red barbarella-bow-looking shoes to a party, which is not something I do on the ordinary basis. I made an effect of a blasting bomb on everyone, and my friends never got tired of asking me to do it once more. I was quite satisfied with my victory and returned everything back on the shelves. Now I’m thinking over a new blast.

At home I’m not demanding at all. A have only two pairs of pants that I wear with T-shirts. But I absolutely HATE slippers! I resent them with my soul. And even when it is cold, I fight against them with anger of a hungry tiger. I just can’t imagine how I put my legs into something cold, slippery from constant wear, and bad-smelling…. Eww-w-w! I’ve got a pair of blue fuzzy socks that I can wash once they get dirty. Isn’t it a reason heavy enough to be happy?

I don’t understand people who prefer to wash hair once in four days, wear T-shirts and socks that they put on yesterday…. Yeah, I’m kinda concerned about personal hygiene.

I also hate to paint my nails. At school they were of all the colors of the rainbow. They even were bloody-red (imagine it on child’s little fingers and you will get the idea). And I resent perfume! Probably, the reason for this is my severe allergy on even a slight scent. It can guide me into absolute chaos! All I’m able to do at such moments is try to get over a nasty feeling that steps onto my throat… you know.

My mood depends on the way I look. Any girl will understand me here. When I look good, nothing can stop me. But if something (especially hair) isn’t all right, I’d better stay at home. And since the last option is never available, at bad days I feel… bad.

Though I’m free from obligations in style. I love experiments. Two years ago I enjoyed wearing a dress over jeans. Girls gossiped behind my back, but I never cared about them. Then I got lovely ribbons into my hair, belt and even shoelaces. Later everything was replaced by a blue feather weaved into my hair.

I love when clothes “play”. I mean, you never know what a simple shirt is worth until you put it into an untypical context. The main criterion for me is that THIS has to look good, not pathetic or sad. I have to enjoy it. Just like I enjoy tiny pieces of life that turn into happy moments.