October has been documented quite well this time, since I started to actually carry around a little notebook, just like I've been meaning to forever - I feel very Princess Mia-y, scribbling into it while pretending to take notes in class, or just about everywhere. Take a look into my diary:

A woman, probably slightly older than middle-aged (ain't I so accurately descriptive), searching for a seat in the packed train and pitying not finding one. V (from my class) offered hers and ended up standing up, which I know she doesn't like at all (well, who does). Anyways, I didn't offer mine and I never intended to do so. I felt bad for V, but - am I a bad person 'cause I don't feel like I shouldn't be sitting just the same as anybody else who doesn't appear to have any medical or similary urgent condition requiring a seat? I think not. On another note, is that guy looking at me 'cause he wants to or because I looked at him first? Life's so full of questions. 

I'd really like to know if this prof had some botox done. And why exactly he feels the need to sit on the front table with such widely-spread legs. If I hear the definition of a monopol ONE more time, I'm gonna scream "I've been to school for 12 years" and leave and go out into the world.

All I can say is hooray for refrigirated food.

I have developed an unhealthy obsession with bubblegum; I almost got through an entire package of Hubba Bubba Strawberry within hours, which tastes awesomly artificial and textured at first but gets quite disgusting very quickly. Also, I had Chilli Cheese fries for lunch and I'm taking a wild guess that wasn't exactly healthy. Moreover, I'm way too hot, which is also disgusting, my phone is deadand I think I have Cheese fry dust all over me. Gorgeous.
I need a new coat.

Soo, I got one: It's greyish (slightly lighter than in this pic) and loose-fitting so oneself appears really tiny underneath it and it's super fluffy and I got lots of compliments on it, including questionable one's such as stranger's throwing me kisses through the subway windows. Fake fur, for those who are concerned, by a brand called Vero Moda - I'm always a whole new person as soon as I have a new coat.

Being this whole new person (she's very funny and joins in singing It's Getting Hot In Here on the bus with her classmates. But really, why do they heat the bus so exessively? People have coats), I went to experience actual college life with my lovely M and her cousin, having dinner and cocktails at one of these bars where they serve burgers as well as pasta as well as pizza as well as tortillas but manage it to taste good respectively. Even though the Tartufo was out, we had a great time, cozied beside the window and chatting away.
Of course, the topic of guys came up, and how it doesn't seem to simply fall into place with them after high school - 'cause the ones you meet on the train are usually just a lovely sight to pass the time.

And time passes ever so quickly these days! In exactly 31 days it's gonna be my birthday, and I've barely made plans for it! Knowing myself, I should've started on that back in March or so to not have to improvise. I haven't even put together a proper wish list yet, which I usually jot down in September. I know I'd like some perfume, I want to read A Moveable Feast by Hemingway, I'd love to have dangly earrings....A clue about my college choice....One of these train guys to actually talk to me....T-strap heels....

What else do I want? My loveliest friend to hurry up and come home and have tea with me and curl up on a sofa with a workout DVD playing in the background of our laughter (Tu me manques). But I also want her to relish every single minute of Paris!

It's been good to chat with you - now go out and have a fantastic Halloween. I sure will!

Love,

Rosy Smith

I'm bored out of my scull. I'm bored, I'm bored, I'm bored, and desperately checking my phone for something exciting to come up and get me out of here, twitching around in my room as it already gets dark outside and all I've done is do some schoolwork (not nearly as much as I should have done, also, which is getting me even more frustrated) and watch Taylor Swift music videos. My work/time managment is the worst, let me tell ya. I stretch it out throughout the whole day, so no matter how much or little I actually get done, it always takes me about twelve hours to finish. That is, if I don't really want to do it.
And even though I had something to do, I didn't like doing it at all, so I'm still bored and waiting for today's fun, nice thing to happen. I guess the word I'm looking for is "glittery".

This could be anything positive, really; Problem is, my loveliest friend is in France, visiting castles as you do in Europe, my oldest friend is either at an internship or on a concert tour in Chicago, I'm not entirely sure, and my third ride or die is recovering from her first two weeks of being a pre-med. Everyone else is also busy settling into college (as I should be doing) or having a gap year, hunting zebras or whatever. But I don't wanna settle or get all dusty, I want to do something glittery!

Def. Smth. GLITTERY: Activities which arouse a feeling of excitment and or joy, things you like to think back of, things that make you smile and laugh or cry emotionally. E.g. Dancing, movie nights, going out for dinner and drinks, going new places and roaming around, talking all night while consuming unhealthy treats, dressing up for hours before going somewhere.

Just now my loveliest friend is calling. If you'll excuse me - meanwhile, you can think of something glittery for us to do. I'd love to get some inspiration.

Love,

Rosy Smith

 ....not a single button, but two straps I can provide with this little number here. This slip dress, I dare say, is exactly the kind of thing I am most comfortable in - you literally just slip it on and may consider yourself nicely dressed. I even took the trouble of putting on a belt, since this one is actually to big for me, since it's technically not mine but a vintagy thing; it's probably too young to officially be considered that, but  it gives off a real sixties vibe, don't you think? I feel so relaxed and pretty in this ('cause it's neither awfully tight nor does it look like a sack and drowns me) that I get very bubbly and sassy - too polished to get into any real trouble, but having fun anyways. I might even start singing "Good Morning Baltimore", that's just the kind of situation this dress puts me in.

And would you look at the details: The belt is fake leather but who cares these days, from a place I don't remember, but so old you wouldn't find it there anyways. Red nails as usual, this time even neccessary to go with the whole sixties thing. So are the shoes: Vintage ankle straps from a brand called Caroline, with a medium heel that makes 'em unbelievably great to walk in - I've developed an obsession for this style of shoes (but I'd take them high as well) because of their classic yet slightly sexy chic (showdance, anyone?).



Here I go again, trying for some make-up shots without the slightest idea of photography, which is why you probably can't see the actual make-up. Anyways, I've gone for a light red lip (Covergirl's Very Cherry) and very light smokey eyes using bronze and black from the Wet'n'Wild Comfort Zone palette. Simple but sweet.

A little Sunday night inspiration / mood swing from me.

Have a lovely week (Good morning Baltimoooore....Every day's like an oooopen doooor....Every night is a faaaantasyyyy....etc.)

Love,

Rosy Smith

Ps: Lyrics are sadly not by me but by Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman. Funny that both their names end with -man. I should sleep.

My teacher brought up the subject of culottes yesterday. Flared pants in general. You must know about them supposedly making a comeback, even if you're not in fashion school and your teacher is this absolutely cool lady who gossips about celebrities with you because that, in fact, is on the curriculum (or at least kind of). She asked us for our opinion on them, if we think they are a one-season thing or living on through next year's summer - and I had to hold myself back on that one. See, technically I know that they are on trend right now and probably going to survive into SS16: They can look pretty cool on tall women (or paired with some heels), since they show off the waist which serves for the femininity of the look, and they give off that cool, relaxed seventies vibe, kinda as in "I'm a grown woman, I don't need to wear a skirt to look hot and I can run around all day and sit however I want 'cause I'm freaking comfortable in these pants (except that I have to hold my breath at all times after I've had lunch)" In summer, this style is going to work perfectly fine in light fabrics such as linen and silk, being all flowy and airy so that one is able to survive working in business attire even if it's a hundred degrees outside. Also a great thing for everyone who doesn't like to / shouldn't show off their bare legs in a skirt due to whatever reason people have for that (eg. rashes, scratches, a bad tattoo).

But (and here comes my uprofessional but, as always), I'm not gonna hop on on that trend-train (had to work the bad word in here somehow) no matter how fashion and feminism foward it might be. I have left my desire for flare pants back around 2005.

In kindergarden, I desperately wanted to own some, as it was the new thing all the cool kids were wearing those days. I still remember my first two pairs: One of them was known as the "rose pants" (obvously having some roses stitched to their hemline, you can imagine why) and the other one as the "fringe pants" (duh). I still own them, and I treasure them dearly. But I have moved on: After going through all kinds of colors, patterns and styles of flare pants, I saw the future, and the future was tight.
A whole new world of tucking pants into boots, pants not crinkling on the knees, pants not crinkling where they hit the shoe, pants not making me look like a five year old, opened up right in front of me, and there is NO WAY I am going back, ever again. It's probably the fact that I connect flared pants either with me being a three year old or alternatively being eleven and yearning for some skinny jeans so, so badly, that makes them so unattractive to me.
Getting to wear skinny jeans was a key experience on the way to being mature and attractive for me, the ultimate goal of bottomwear and probably something my parents thought I was too young for (please), so I'll faithfully stick to them. And why not? They show off my legs. Why would I want to throw a loose-fitting piece of fabric over them? Somebody in my class suggested, quote "you can wear high heels and nobody sees them" - I really don't care if anybody sees my heels. Most of them are so pretty, people should definitely see them, they're expensive enough.

As you may gather, lovelies, due to childhood experiences as well as a need to enhance my features wherever I can, just because I can, I'll continue to fight for my beloved skinnies forever.
Everything, from a blouse over a crop top to a wide sweater, from a sandal over a ballet flat to a knee-high, looks good with skinnies. You've made my life so much chicer, even on comfortable days. If that's not a word, it should be.

Love,

Rosy Smith