Happy Holidays

I am almost positive that nobody reads my blog, but just in case there is a plethora of people of every minority who read my blog excessively, happy Christmahannukwanzadan! (I'm pretty sure that I didn't leave anyone out there due to the fact that Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza, and Ramadan are all represented in there) I hope all your endeavors are successful this season. HAHA who the fuck am i kidding here... uhhh have a good one and make 2011 a FUCKING FANTASTIC YEAR! =) my apologies that I swear like a sailor. Huzzah...

I'm going to try the whole "reinvent yourself" in the new year. I'm going to try out the whole vegetarian thing and red lipstick is going to be my make-up staple... you know the whole Madonna thanggg, but not really.

Kewl, You Hired the Exorcist!

I adore making these monochromatic sketches. They are the peanut butter to my jelly. I should probably start making a portfolio of sketches, but then again I don't want to take things that provide me with so much fun and leisure and that are totally casual and start turning them into something organized and business like and serious. Gahhhh internal conflicts.

Brought to you by the Exorcist, Easy Bake Ovens, and the letter "E"!

I have salt in my eyes....

I feel like shit right now. Here's a new sketch. Enjoy it you lint lickerssssss

It kind of looks like something a mid-20's, slutty, martini loving version of Hermione Granger would wear. But that's just me.... Expecto Petronum!

Brought to you by Hermione, Hoes (not the gardening tool), and the letter "H"!

And the 5th Little Piggy Said STFU I'M OUTTA HERE

The title has no correlation whatsoever to what I intend to blog about. I realized that my blog is kinda shitty and that nobody really wants to hear all the nonsense and thoughts and concerns on fashion and style and what like and think is coo, etc. Then I had to think about who I was here to please. Some people have the motto of "the customer is always right". Those people are dip-shits. Just because the customer is spending their own money on your damn products doesn't mean you have to give up your sanity just to squeeze every last cent out of their wallet into your grimy, greedy hands. I'm a very strong willed person and what it really boils down to for me is what will make me happy in the end and what will prevent me from having regrets about what I shoulda, coulda, woulda done. I love my all of my fabulous fackin 4 followers, (Can I get a woot- yea naw, let's just be happy and not get too carried away) but in the end I'm blogging for my own personal sanity and mental equilibrium. I do want my blog to be popular but I want people to like the content on my blog that I enjoy writing, instead of the BS that I have been trying to forge. Not everything is BS, but from now on it's about to get a lot more real up in hurrrr.

-Yea, I'm adding a photo too, for shits and giggles.

And I drew that. In biology... while we were learning about... osmosis? Bahh, who the fack knows. K well her name's Daphne.

BYE

Take a Peep, Biznitch!

My.... well I wouldn't really refer to them as designs. Hmm... let's call them sketches! Two of them I "designed" or sketched, and the other one was an interpretation in ball point pen of twiggy. Kewwwwwwwwl. They're for a class I'm taking called costume and make-up design. It's oodles of fun! I am highly considering costuming as my future career-path... But as of now I want my future to be pretty much unplanned. Anyways, back to the drawings... I've never shared anything I've drawn with anyone, really, therefore I don't expect you to love them. Hell- nobody is even going to look at these... so I HOPE YOU ADORREEEE WHAT I HAVE CONCOCTED MY DUMPLINGSSSS!

Perriot (A character from Aria Di Capo)

Twiggy!

A sliver of something...

Thanksssssssss

Falling In Love...

I just fell in love...

over...
and over...
and over....
and over again. Fashion has a tight hold on my heart. And I bet a Zac Posen dress won't break my heart like some fucking immature douche bag who think with his fucking dick instead of his brain.... And with that I will be blogging later on!

Get excited for my next post. It will be FANTASTIC! (Yes, I do realize I am pretty much talking to myself)

Wild Rumpuses And Such

It's 11:10 p.m. on a school night. OH MY GOSH... I love homework. Haha wait- biggest lie I've ever told. My eye lids are growing progressively heavier as I continue to write this but I guess blogging is worth it... or will be worth it.

My current crisis is trying to find a homecoming dress. Correction: Trying to find the perfect homecoming dress. My issue is being too formal, or too casual as well as looking too conservative or too slutty. Catch my drift? There are about 4 dresses that I am torn between and I will post them all and then perhaps by some incredible force of nature a kind soul may comment telling me which one they like the most.

This is from Modcloth.com , I'm a little iffy about the color, but the silhouette is gorgeous

BB Dakota from Urban Oufitters, the front is plan and the neckline falls on the collarbone therefore looks boring and conservative from the front, ruining photo ops

Modcloth.com - I adored this dress. It suits my style perfectly and it looks like a very flattering garment. Then, dun dun dun.... I checked the product info. It's 100% polyester. I feel like I might look like a hooker

Finally from fredflare.com I think this might be the dress I end up ordering just because it was the first dress I found. It seems as if it were fate since I was looking for a black and white dress and I just so happened to stumble upon this. I'm not sure If it will look amazing and edgy, or if it will look busy and cheap.

As you can conclude from my frantic comments about each dress, I am in desperate need for advice. Normally it is me doling out the device to "you", whomever that really is, but in this situation it is I who is the desperate wench. If you have a heart how about you comment on this telling me your opinion? Actually if you just comment period. I don't even care what you say. The fact that somebody took about 4 seconds to do so would make me giddy. Really, it would. Hint hint...

Sweet, Sweet 1920

The 1920's was a revolutionizing era in American culture... blah blah blah, the 1920's was when the ladies of our country started to ramp it up from their usual drab attire. The hem of skirts and dresses went from the ankles to above the knees. Cleavage was being exposed, and hair was being cropped. Minus the downfall of the Great Depression at the end of the decade, the 1920's was where it all took place. Flapper outfits are fabulous, but my true lust of this decade of fashion is the shoes. More specifically those lace up boots. The ones that are sassy, yet simultaneously haute. I will keep praying for a time machine to deliver a pair to my door step, but things like that only happen in really shitty movies.

Va va vooom.... here are thee boots:::

If you don't want coal for Christmas, tell me where I could possibly purchase a boot remotely close to this one.

Who does it best?

Who does it best?

The answer is Givenchy.

Hi there

I am extremely lazy considering I haven't written on my blog in exactly one month. But then again when I sign on and I see that I only have 2 followers it's a little bit forgiving to know that there really isn't anybody who cares whether or not this blog is written on. I guess it's more for me than anybody else, which is dippity dandy for me.

Lalalala that then brings me to my topic of discussion.

HAHA- nahhh there really isn't a topic. I was just browsing this outrageously awesome website that has buckets of avant garde and egdy photos. There's a butt load of pictures with girls who are pretty much the spitting image of the grunge meets feminine look I am dying to achieve.

Here's an example:

This chick has got it going on. I think we can all agree on that.

And I will post more in the near future. THE LAST THING I WOULD WANT WOULD BE THAT ANYBODY WHO READS THIS BLOG WILL LOSE INTEREST...

And I wish Joan Jett was still in a kick ass rock band spreading the power of estrogen to those mind's out there who don't think that females can rule the airwaves with rock and roll.

OK BYE. :)

Feline Seduction

Feline seduction is probably a terrible title for this entry- not to be crude, but it kind of sounds like a porno.... Bahhhhhhhh! Forget I said that. Hahahaha. This was not a stroke of genius, but, who is there to criticize me? Nobody reads my blog! Hum dee dum.

I was browsing shopbop.com and I discovered this jumpsuit. I'm not really sure how to transfer its aura into words. I'm a huge back-in-the-day DC Comics enthusiast. Batman is unconditionally my favorite comic of all time, however my fandom belongs to his dweeby but trusty sidekick Robin. Robin has it going on for a sidekick who wears green tights. Anyway, Batman has his fair share of villains such as the infamous the Joker, the Penguin, Poison Ivy, Two-Face, the Riddler, and of course the unforgettable, Catwoman. She was the devil's candy. An evil indulgence but a reigning sex-symbol as well as Batman's foe. Let's face it, Catwoman was seductive in that the bad-girl is always appealing. In each comic that she was present in she was always clad in a skin tight black jumpsuit that bared hardly any skin, but still managed to show it all. And, while online shopping this whole Catwoman thinggg presented itself through this jumpsuit:

It's less risqué than Catwoman's attire therefore it's more than OK to wear it in public. The designer is "ACNEE" which is an acronym for something-or-other, haha it slipped my mind, but it's a designer from Sweden. I love the whole feline, wild/untamed look. It's fun. And wearing an incredible jumpsuit like this one would make it impossible for you not to feel good about yourself.

Other Catwoman-esque items:

These leggings are superb. I would chop my left leg off to get my hands on these. But then again, if I only had 1 leg, I wouldn't really need these. I just need hmm... 1,000 more dollars. No.big.deal.

Stuart Weitzman... how do you do it?

And, of course, how could I not include the ultra-hip and of-the-moment accessory? Cat eye glasses. Yumm. Extraordinary, eh? Kudos to Alexander Wang!

Bye! ♔♕

Obsession's ARE Healthy!

The majority of people label their obsessions as "unhealthy"... but when it's a new pair of sneakers that you've been coveting since mid-winter, then no way in hell is it unhealthy. Before you start making wrong judgements and assumptions about these fab. kicks I'll explain to you the incredible fashion sensation that has overtaken, well... myself. There really isn't that much to explain besides that sneakers are far from manly and athletic looking. They're hard-core accessories that can transform any boring outfit into mouth-watering style. That probably made no sense and it probably also sounded really stupid. I'm so sorry. I HAVE HAD THE WORST FREAKING MENTAL BLOCK FOR THE PAST 2 DAYS. I have a dozen half written blog entries saved in my drafts from the last 48 hours. It's maddening and they all turned out really lame, so I started over and then that one ended up turning into a nightmare and so on. It's July- my brain's dysfunctional. Blah blah blah. I won't bore you with my troubles. Anyway back to the phenomenon of sneakers: Sneakers are kick-ass and hawttt. A jamming pair of tennis shoes paired with an electrifying cocktail dress looks is an ensemble that would add a little bit of sanity to this absurd world. AHHH! I just had thee greatest mental image; a hoard of confident, intimidatingly powerful and attractive women who possess that sort of "vampire-y" beauty all clad in Alexander McQueen (RIP) cocktail dresses from his resort 2009 collection. (One of his most refined, but absolutely positively incredible collections. It had a taste of the 1920's, my favorite fashion era.) I believe Mr. McQueen intended the theme to be partying classic Hollywood style. I cannot explain my adoration for that man enough. OhmyDAMN. I got off topic...! Anyway, these are the magnificent dresses in their entirety. Curse my fabulously unrealistic daydreams.

And at LAST. My sneakers. They're vintage looking slip on VANS. The laces on the front and the crease marks are all printed on. These are seriously the SHIT.

I will be posting more once I regain a decent sense of how to write something that might actually entertain people.

Bye! ♔♕

Hi

If this were any other "fashion blog" then I'd probably start off with some lame saying in French or any other romantic language. And then I might toss some statements at you that are complete lies about my love for fashion started at a young age. I'd probably make you think that I'm different by saying that I hate Abercrombie and Hollister and I loathe everything mainstream. Then I'd rant about how being different is in style and how everything mainstream is for sluts. This would be the part where I'd come up with a funny one-liner and tell you my name and a little bit about myself which would normally be complete bullshit. If you're lucky I might even add a picture at the end of myself with more make up than usual on my face and an outfit that I would never usually wear. Or if I'm too intimidated by creepy stalkers on the internet and the whopping population of 0 people that will read my blog, I'd say something like "Karl Lagerfeld is a creative genius. I love his Fall 2011 collection!" and post a picture of a half dead looking woman wearing one of his pieces. And finally, to sum this whole big thing of bullshit up I'd most likely say "ciao", or "au revoir". Because, let's face it, I'm obviously reallycool!

If that paragraph of bull shit is what you (whoever you may be) are looking for, then you can kindly exit now and I promise my feelings will still be in tact. But if the reason you happened to stumble upon this blog is because you're craving something tangible, something real, in this virtual fashion world of bull shit and nonsense then stay put and do yourself a favor by following this blog.

Everybody I know calls me Aimee, so you can call me that too. My blog's name is Cupcakes on Sunday but abso-fucking-nobody is probably going to see this post so if you are the one person who happens to read this, you can refer to my blog as anything you want! Luck you! I like dressing like a person with a brain and not just a person with a body. I like wearing well-made clothes that don't advertise names or brands but make people do a double take if they see me in public. If I were given $5,000 to spend on clothes I would splurge on vintage sneakers and just sneakers in general. (But not the yucky athletic ones that are all sketchers and shit. The legitsneakers: Lanvin, Veja, Gucci, Chuck Taylor, etc.) Mainstream fads are not a turnoff for me. Ke$ha is one of my big icons. I like to juxtapose a lot of the garments I own to create kick ass outfits. "Preppy" dresses and distressed converse, Ralph Lauren Oxfords with destroyed jeans, prim high heels with a band tee, etc.,etc. Basically I'm here for your enjoyment and to help you out in whatever fashion-type rut you may be stuck in. Let's get started, shall we?

(Note: This Isn't me. I'm nowhere near the freaking awesomeness that this chick has acheived)