It's weird to think about that we are all an illusion.

It's hard to think about the purpose of this blog, and the purpose to care about what I want to wear today.

Taking the hour to just get ready for work just to "impress" for nine hours.

In the end of this, who cares? 

We are all an illusion.

Our skin is our costume. 

We are all characters.

Then the voice of Blair from Gossip Girl whispers in my head:

"Fashion is the most powerful form of art in the world".

That statement makes the point of what I am doing make sense.

My character of the perception of myself is through out my fashion.

What I am known by and identified by is with my red hair.

I have owned red hair is sixth grade.

I have created red hair into becoming a normal hair color for myself.

It's just who I am. Is through my hair. 

Correction. 

Not hair, but MANE. 

It's just weird to think about life and whom we are. 

Everything is pieced together by our brain.

Our eyes do little of the work.

It's amazing how we have created this world.

It's amazing how elements created a habitat for us to live in.

The thought process of this goes on and on...

By the way.

I don't know where my life would be right now without a pair of Chuck Taylors.

I know I would be extremely lost without them.

What I am wearing:

Blouse: Thrifted

Denim Shorts: Thrifted and DIY (dye/cut)

xo,k.