Maybe I'm a bit of a perfectionist or maybe I'm in one of my snarky moods, but when it comes to vintage hats
I think they need to be worn correctly.
Or perhaps it has to do with what certain traits in a guy that could make me swoon . . .
(One - blue or green eyes, two - glasses, and three - an old fashioned fedora with a matching suit.)

But anyways, here's my list of fedora failures and pillbox pleasures!
*THESE ARE JUST MY OPINIONS AND SNARKY COMMENTS*
*PLEASE TAKE NO OFFENSE, I'M JUST BEING GOOFY*

So yesterday I was stressed and kind of cried in front of my dog, who kept on
putting his paw on my shoulder in sympathy.

After my many tears, I emailed a friend of mine (who you'll see here, commenting often) because she's like 
my medicine. Seriously. She always makes me feel better!

So anyways, my email ended up looking like a poem and after talking about it today, we both agreed that
I should post it up here.

So, without a further adieu, I give you "The Malfunctioning Machine" . . . 

I trust that you all know that I am a French fanatic. 

So I suppose it was only natural that I went to Georgetown's French Market for the second time!

This is my closet.

From the exterior, it might just look like two doors with two French posters pasted on them . . .

. . . But . . .

. . . It's really a reflection of my personality and personal style . . .

In case you did not know, I am absolutely in love with CW's "The Carrie Diaries".

The weird thing is though, I kinda feel like Carrie Bradshaw sometimes.

Oh tulip tree, you could have fooled me . . .

I almost mistakenly took your white flower pedals as snow but then I saw them fall as small, growing green leaves begin to take their place and I remembered that I was walking in 90 degrees weather . . .

And yes, spring hasn't officially been around for even month!!!

Maybe it's my vintage nogalista hitting me again, but I really want to find an authentic 50s diner or 80s arcade in Washington DC and just hang out there for a couple of hours.

Since I live and go to school in Washington DC, I suppose it's only natural that I frequently find myself surrounded by the style that is adapted by hipsters.  

. . . Let's just say I find their whole label a joke . . .

I dunno why, but writing about things that have happened my life in an interesting manner is easy. Today I am writing this.