....you know, the kind guys wear to parties to make it look like they tried at least a bit to get dressed up even though they're essentially only wearing a jeans and a tshirt. But let's face it, it's not a bad style. Unless you're bad looking. In that case a leather jacket probably wouldn't change that. But let's not get judgy and off-topic.

Those jackets do not only spice up a guy's outfit, they also serve in the process of picking up girls. Imagine this: A party in the middle of a chilly April with fireworks at midnight, you wearing a short black dress with bare shoulders and a boy who's been the only one left sitting with you having that obligatory jacket on. He's walking behind you as you step into the breathtakingly cold air and in the corners of your eyes, you notice him taking off his jacket; good for you, as he's now about to wrap it around your shoulders.
What you think: Great, at least I won't be freezing to death.
What he thinks: Great, now she and I are an item for the night.

So, when you hug the birthday boy you're holding on to that jacket so it doesn't slide down, and its owner is standing next to you as you watch the fireworks, and when the cake is cut you walk up the stairs together and sit down with your legs touching, and when he has his arm 'round your back you're beginning to think it might have been crucial to mention that you kinda, almost, sorta are in a relationship. And that it might be a bit awkward if you go "well that's funny 'cause my boyfriend said the same thing the other night" when you're standing outside while he has a cigarette, wearing his jacket again. So you try not to stray too far from the crowd in order to not technically be alone with him because in a movie, he would try to kiss you, and movies are evidentially a reliable source for all things concerning boys.

See how that damn leather jacket blew everything out of proportion? You were simply trying to have a good time and a nice chat with someone who happened to sit next to you because you didn't know anyone else at that party, and suddenly the girls are giving you suggestive looks and the guys are closing doors behind you "to leave you alone". It's like he's put a button in your ear or a brand sign on your butt or something. It's not very feminist. And it's definitely annoying.

After living with that realization for about an hour filled with conscious scooting to the side and keeping your eyes on the floor, it's time to go home. So you leave and decide to avoid every body contact by clumsily waving at everyone within a five mile radius and basically running out of the room, your heels way too loud on the wooden stairs. Then, you bump into your host, and you hug him goodbye because he is the sweetest, and then he's all like "Let's do something soon" and you're all happy, and then he clears his throat and looks a bit uncomfortable and asks: "What was going on between the two of you, anyways? Is there something going on?" And you want the floor to open beneath your feet, because the only thing more embarrassing than getting accused of hooking up with a random stranger who's also a friend of the host whose birthday it is is actually being guilty of doing so. And it doesn't really make things better when you state that the reason why you're demonstratively saying "NO NOTHING AT ALL" is that you kinda, almost, sorta, are in a relationship. Because now, people aren't only confused but also alienated. And you really liked that birthday boy.

Take my advice, lovelies, and refuse to take the leather jacket. Except if you're trying to get the guy (or, at least, wouldn't mind it too much).

Love,

Rosy  Smith

I love my birthday. I'm so excited for it that I, in fact, didn't even take the unique chance to sleep in until nine am, but chose to wake up at eight and spend an hour happily sitting up in bed, answering texts.

Why, hello there

Then, I got dressed in a vintage red velvet slip-on, clipped my hair back in curls which had miraculously appeared during the night for once, smothered on Manhattan's Bite My Lip lipstick and my jewelry which I've had since I was born - just in time to rush down the stairs to open the door to my loveliest friend.
As you may gather, I like to dress up on my birthdays (any other day as well, but today I can justify it) - I always have. Actually, on my 3rd one, I've worn a pretty similar red velvet dress, to be honest.

Anyways, we had breakfast and cake (it was good, if I do say so myself, and I'm relieved 'cause it was basically all I'd planned on eating till dinner) and I unpacked my presents, which is my favorite part. I didn't regocnize my surprise present instantly (my loveliest friend guessed it to be an apron - thank God she was wrong), but it's a tremendously cute dressing gown, something I've been wanting a long time, and it makes me look like I'm straight outta the fifties (which I like).
I also got a Sleek contouring kit which I tried out on my loveliest friend. I'm not sure I've gotten the hang of it yet, but that's what friends are for, right?

Random Birthday Thought
I just really enjoy the thought of being brand new each year with this day: for some it's New years eve, but I feel like my birthday is the start of a new chapter. My loveliest friend send me this today:

I also pretend I don't have any obligations at all when it's my birthday. Today, for instance, after my friends had left, I sat with my family and read and watched Say Yes To The Dress and basically had the time of my life on the sofa. Soon we'll go out for dinner to one of my favorite places and then I'll sit next to my gift table and be pleased with the world....

I hope you had a fabulous day as well.

Love,

Rosy Smith

My loveliest friend discovered "I'm Black" by Lena and I'm so infused right now, I'd like to go dance on some tables. Since I guess it's not the right time of the day for that, seems I have to take you back to the weekends instead....

....There's been a lot of 18th birthdays recently and they've alle been very different. No.1on last Saturday has been a guy from my Lit class back in school - I like him, but we're not close or anything. Dressed in a purple-greyish lace number and heeled boots, my friend and I arrived about half an hour late as you do when you hate to be first, just to find that this thought  had also crossed other people's minds and it still felt as if it hadn't really started yet. The location is known in our neighbourhood and therefore not particulary exciting either, but they had a pizza truck - isn't that awesome - and at least one knew where to get a drink.
The most fun part of the evening was to see mildly drunk people literally dance like nobody's watching, which is the only excuse for their, let's say, outgoing style. Too bad that there were people watching- now you all know....One of the enthusiastic dancers has been a former aquaintance of my loveliest friend, who was relieved that she hadn't been present that night when I imitated his moves for her later. She probably would have either had an hysterical laughing flash or plainly left in devastation. He seemed so normal, but don't they all?
Anyways, the party was just so oblivious....it breezed by in a cluster of former classmates we realized we really didn't need to see again and mostly bad tunes. The pizza was good, though. Around half past twelve, we decided we had enough and went home to watch Beloved Jane with Anne Hathaway, wondering why we don't know any gentleman, and getting sad on account of poor Jane who didn't go through with running away with the love of her life (mind-blowingly depressing).

Flash forward to this Friday I'd been waiting for in eager anticipation this whole week: One of my loveliest friends turned 18 and had a little come together that night. I had undergone a solo shopping trip to get her a good present - I'm the worst when it comes to choosing presents. I always need to go "somewhere", looking for inspiration, since I want them to be special and meaningful. Usually, I end up buying a bunch of random things I need to explain in the birthday card in order for everyone to get the sense of them. This time, it actually worked out quite well and I was curious if she'd like it (she did. Phew.). I was there early (ha! If I'm not totally late, I arrive way to soon, just so it's inconvenient anyhow) and tried my best to help instead of standing around uselessly in my party outfit. I was doing the latter, though, when somebody I'd also been waiting for in eager anticipation arrived. He asks how I am, I say "goood" in my most unnatural voice (I wasn't prepared for more than hello) and well....it felt nice to have him around but in a room full of people, though you don't get into meaningful conversations, especially if you're both surrounded by different groups. Maybe he glanced my way a couple times, maybe he didn't mean to, maybe he lights up when we run into each other, maybe he doesn't - that's the  problem with friendly guys, they never go around moody and blow you off or ignore you, they are nice and polite to everybody so you can't tell if they give a damn more about you than about others. Maybe that's the actual reason why girls are so drawn to bad boys, because with them being rude to everybody, at least you know what it means when they're suddenly attentive to you. Deciding not to think too hard about that, I really, really enjoyed myself. I met friends from school I actually do miss having around, the music was lovely (a mixtape for the birthday girl featuring some titles which had a thirties dancing vibe to them- I adored it) and the inner circle sat talking until three in the morning, which is always a sign of a good party.

The next day, my loveliest friend and I made our way to see another birthday girl - and we drove. See, we both have a destructive attitude towards driving and it's always very fun when we are driving together, full of swearing at all the other cars which are unneccessarily annoying. We arrived alive and well, though, and had cupcakes and hot dogs at our friend's house. It was a sweet evening, one of these where you can sit at one table for five hours straight and not notice.

Now it's Sunday and I'm gonna try and capture the feeling of enjoying myself and keep it with me when I'm off to school again. Until I go out for the next time....Cause there's always some fun.

Love,

Rosy Smith

 

….finally, finally I can feel the warm touch of the sun on my skin again, the burning concrete under my feet, the relieve of a light breeze, messing up my hair. Summer highlights make it glow, there’s no need for make-up - finally my skin is able to breathe again, tan and shine….Long weeks of leisure time ahead of us! No deadlines, no pressure - summer means freedom, also concerning our always-rattling minds. But no nonsensically hanging around please! You’ll regret it by the first day after summer break at the latest, dreaming of the days where you could sleep in and wear your PJs all day.
This is your summer….maybe see some new places, grab those friends you meant to “meet sometime” two years ago or stick to your besties, and do something you never did before. And if it’s painting your room or giving yourself a makeover, it’ll give you the feeling of not having wasted this precious time of long, sunshine filled days….
Let’s make this summer worth thinking back of <3

Rosy Smith

This was my very first post on tumblr, where I still put up all my posts even though I've moved my blog to Blogger (Those who'd like to read my older posts as well, they're on rosysmith.tumblr.com - They're mostly about my trip to London, which was lovely). I still remember being inspired to write that day by the book I was reading: "Pain, Parties, Work - Sylvia Plath in New York, Summer 1953" by Elizabeth Winder. The title already intrigued me so much and I read it with great interest. I love to reread my favorite passages, many of them being quotes from diarys of the young Sylvia Plath, and I think I tried to somehow let the style of this post be influenced by hers. She talked about summers at one point, and I was determined to get into the same spirit which she felt about it. Since then, I have been writing my blog in my usual style, but I really like the fact that one is able to tell that I must have been under the spell of something else when I wrote this.

So, actually, today is kind of like a birthday for Rosy Smith, hence, feel free to celebrate with me! I sure will.

Thanks for reading, where ever you may be,

Love,

Rosy Smith