passion.

I'm drenched in this passion, its kiss claws deeper with every overwhelmingly sweet taste i manage to grasp on my tounge. This desire, the journey of questionable doubt and absolute certainty began the second my toes brushed the gas pedal. It travels like a tidal wave, down throughout me, snaking its way through my blood, suddenly now rushing, alive in every way.  It envelopes my heart, my soul, my mind, but not my head. My head is still tied down to the earth, surverying the snow covered immobile scene, straining and squinting with all its might to view the wonderous circus  in the distance. My ears catch the faint waves of true emotion, of laughterm if bliss travelling on a single strand of wind. I tightly squeeze the catchy melody in my hand, almost strangling it in my desperation while i sing it out with every once of strength i still possess. With each tiny twitch of my face, each note forced out like a missle set on its destination and each movement my body reaches and stretches to, i become closer. ever so much closer. My heart explodes throughout my aura with each step, like permenent fireworks hanging over my memory. No fame, no fortune, no truth no beauty will bring me this joy. i want to be aprt of that circus, drown me in the lights, the characters, the reactions, the adrenaline. I'm drenched in this passion.

fill up my head with your lovliness, please.

couple songs i'm enjoying lately, hopefully you can aswell


cosmic love-florence and the machine
arrow- tegan and sara
mykonos- fleet foxes
eet- regina spektor
pirouette- lisa mitchell
there is a light that never goes out- the smiths
my night with the prostitute from marseille- beirut
howl-florence and the machine
superhuman touch-athlete
starlet-boy in static
starry eyed-ellie goulding
blood red mood-the xx
little secrets (the amplifya remix)- passion pit
bear-the antlers




keep it interesting, hannah.

man up girl

i had this thing, this thing where all i wanted was to be a people pleaser. i'd say what they wanted to hear, do what they wanted me to do, keep my mouth shut unless i thought the comment was nessecary. and i've been breaking out of it, but it hasn't left be in the greatest spot. i feel like that tag along girl that it's cool if she';s around but i won't seek her out. her opinion doesn't, she's not the first one i'll invites over, she's alright. i always tried to avoid drama, but now, it kills me. You know when someone's doing something wrong, or saying something less than desirable and you're just dying to retalliate, say something that'll hit em hard but you don't just cause you know it'll make then like you less? it happens way too many times lately, it builds up more and more, brewing, bubbling right below the surface. i tell myself to be the bigger person, let it pass, take the high road ect. ect. but sometimes is it nessesary to go for a bit of a low blow to get a little respect?i've had opprtunities to prove myself, the opportunity where it's me and a person one on one and i have the perfect clever yet slightly snarky phrase that'd put emin their place and let them know i'm onto them. but what do i do? i just smile and i revert to the people pleaser ways. then i go home and kick myself for spoiling my chance for respect. if anyone even thinks they can fool me, i'm already one step ahead. there's no such thing as ignorance is bliss with me, my intuition is clear as a bell, although sometimes i wish it wasn't.i love it when people think they're so sly, "oh poor little hannah won't ever know what i did/said, she's so easy to fool", i just sit back and laugh cause im reading em like a book. the frightening thing is that i can honestly see my future, being that perfect little wife, not saying anything when my husband has one too many drinks and smacks me aroud a lil or i find a shade of lipstick i'd never sport on his collar while washing his shirts. i can't be that girl. i know what i want, and i want what i want. it's time to put on my big girl shoes and possibly throw my ultimate desire for acceptance out the door. it's about time.


hannah.



ps. i know you're reading this alex. i love you.

pss- told you i was good at creepin.

i enjoy people.

i don't think we ever spend enough time really appreciating the people that surround us. these are the people we're gonna make memories with have our "firsts" with, tell our secret, make mistakes with, fall in love with. and there's a big possibility we'll never see them after a few years. even if we never plan on keeping contact with these people or have nothing in common with them, i feel every single person we encounter has something they can teach us, good or bad. whether it's how not to act in tough situations, how to be spontaneous, how to draw, how to be a kinder person, how not conduct relationships. everyone has their own fresh perspective on at least one thing, everyone has their "niche" whether they know it or not. so, don't count anyone out.

just be happy, gosh darn it

so, today i was at tim hortons coming out of the washroom when i accedently allmost hit a lady with the door. not exactly a serious crime or end of the world situation, am i right? Well this lady shot me a viciously angry look. the kind of look that takes a whole lotta effort to make. First you have to scowl, squint your eyes real tight, wrinkle your brow and add in a little hmmmffft kinda sound to top it all off. I said sorry and that i never saw her, but would that wipe that horrid look off her face? no way. she was dead set on being grumpy and she stuck to, not varying into nice or event semi not angry even once. why do we insist on being grumpy? i find grumpiness is just a bad habit, the more you practice it, the more you choose reacting in a cruel and grouchy manner, the better you get at it. and before you know it, you find yourself with a perminant frown, multiplied wrinkles invading your face, a lack of hope that the next day will be any better. it's all this vicious cycle that won't stop until we choose happy over sad, kind over cruel, a smile over a frown. maybe it's easier than it actually seems, but it only gets easier once you make it a routine. we all hate the old grouchy teachers at school who seem like they don;t remember what it was like to be a kid, we hate the drama starters and vicious gossips, we hate the bullies and divas. so why do we all act like them? o sure as heck ain't perfect and have my grumpy days, but on those less than appealing days instead of dwelling on my unhappiness i try to shove it out of the way or even stay outta people's way as i can be pretty darn unpleasant if i wanted to. ( sorry if you've had to endure one of those days.) okay. well, that's all i got. so tim hortons lady, just be happy. that frown on your face really isn't the most becoming.

the dreaded closet cleaning

so recently my mother forced me to clean out my shoe closet. there is almost nothing else in the world (other than the thought of being stuck in this town forever, watching myself singing on a huge projector in performance class or drinking spoilt milk) that causes me so much trauma. yeah yeah i know what your thinking, typical spoiled little teenager with no worries in the world. (i'll have you know i've very grateful for everything i have, so suck it) but to have to throw away my lil's babies, it makes the tears well up in my eyes. each shoe has a story to tell, at least a couple ridiculous accompnying memories or obstacles it too me to get them. my red heels are my first heels and the moment i put them on it was this revalation where is discovered that confidence (if even only an ounce) can be obtained from the right footwear. my graffiti converse and flourescent pink flats help me reminisce on my first trip to new york and walking through the wild streets of manhattan trying my very best to soak in every inkling of ultimate freedom and belonging. black heeled oxfords bring me back to strutting down an runway in toronto at a talent convention and old worn out flip flops and glatiator sandals relate to the idyllic summer nights where it felt like anything could happen. yeah, i know ultimately shoes arent the passport to happiness, and i could live without so many, but why should i give them up? why should i feel guilty for something i do enjoy, something that brings me confidence, something that allows me to add the perfect finishing touch to an outfit, something that makes the moment just that much more special. we all have our weaknesses, and fortunately for me mine is shoes, and not ben and jerrys double fudge ice cream or brittany spears music.

goodbye.

dress up.

when i'm bored, i play dress up pretty much. i'm stuck perminatnly at the age of six, but i'm cool with that.

oh hello there.

hi all 3, dare i say 4 (or is that pushing it?) people reading this. if i knew who you were i'd bake you a dozen heavily sprinkled cupcakes (the more sprinkles, the less you can distinct how crappy they truly are), partly cause i'm terrible at social interaction, and the only way to profess my gratitude is through the only thing i can semi-successfully make other than kraft dinner. unless i have a special v.i.p kraft dinner supper for us at my house, heck that'd be kinda cute, other than the inevitable awkward silences and uncomfortable conversation. anyways, i've decided to tell you a secret. i hate thanksgiving. (insert many gasps due to the monunmental shockingness of a holiday you're supposed to love by law) it's not just the slightly dry and gravyless turkey which i happen to despise, nor the fact that the only fun thing is tying up my little cousins with rope and dragging them around. (which is actually quite fun i suppose) it's the fact that they made this holiday to basically get more money off of people but disguise it in the good name of being thankful. insted of just being happy with what we have, we have to make an entire holiday out of it and have this pressure to put on huge feasts and force a bunch of people into a room, all while forgetting that this should be a day of rest just to enjoy and appreciate what we have. oh, i don't know. maybe this is all deriving from the fact that my thanksgiving was more than lackluster. i'm always tremendously thankful for everything i have and recieve, but when all day all you hear is "be thankful, be thankful, be thankful" i feel more guilty for what i have than anything. k, that was a bit of a ramblefest. so in the spirit of being thankful, i'm oh so dearly thankful for the 4, erm 3?...2? of you reading this. you da best there eva wuz.

Come by and see my I'm a love letter away...

these are such beautiful yrics. i abosutely love this song. it's "the start of something" by voxtrot. i swear if someone sang this song to me while stumming along on their guitar, i'd be theirs. smitted. enamoured. whatever you wanna call it, i'd love em. plain and simple. i have very high/unrealistic expectations for the male gender, but heck, a girl can dream, right?




This time of night I could call you up
I'd get angry with athletic ease
Break common laws in two's and three's
If I die clutching your photograph don't call me boring it's just cause I like you.
Oh take me on back take me on back , take me back
To the place where I could feel your heart
Is this the end or just the start of something really really beautiful
Wrapped up and disguised as something really really ugly.
Won't you...
Come by and see my I'm a love letter away
I'd break your name before I'd say
"I really love you loved you"
Now I don't care if you saw
I watched every inch of film flash across your roman features
And I loved it, loved it.
No I don't care if...
You think I'm eager to shut your eyes
Well I'm sorry everybody knows you can't break me with your gutter prose
Would you believe it she sent me a letter
The ring it nearly weighs her down
she's got another boy, oh boy.
Steady your ears, steady your ears and read my lips
Poetry is not a luxury it's how I break this home
And when I'm really ill won't you cradle me?
Man is not a noble animal but maybe woman is
Remember
I heard you...
Inside your room you said " you never really live until your back's against the wall"
Oh did you really mean it?
No, I never break my gaze, if just to see the scar remain reflected in your eyes
I think it's time to go home
Oh tell me your thoughts, tell me your thoughts on liberty
See there's a place where I sink to sleeping
She said
"Oh, my vote is as red as my blood"
Will you join me for another round?
I haven't had the chance to speak yet
God Speed...
I break the law once every week to feel your touch
What's a book to you in bed?
Do you feel better? Older?
This just makes me ill your name is dripping from my pen
Still, you're not around to curse
I'll drop the gun now
I'm still under you

this is where i wanna be.

i used to be all anti-youtube, but lately i enjoy it quite thoroughly. Quite honestly her music is kinda terrible. it's basically talking (possibly wanna be rap?) with generic beats and lame lyrics but this video is great. props to the director

ouu lala

i just love his voice. if he took a plane from france to come and serendade me for a night, i could pretty much die happy.

overwhelmed.

don't you ever find it all even just a tad overwhelming? choosing what you kind of want to do with your life, i mean. when i think of infinite paths i can pave and forge into, i start to tense up, my head spins and i just feel like avodiing the subject all together cause this tidal wave of amazing and thriling options comes barreling at me, and i've got nothing to protect me. sometimes i grab a surfboard and ride that wave for a little while, just look at one option at a time, but soon enough my imagination goes in overdrive and naturally i lose my footing and come tumbling down into the water gasping for air. now, it sounds like it all stresses me out waaay too much, but i feel like it's cause there's so much excitement, so many amazing people to meet, place to visit and memories to make, i don't know which way to turn. Think of all the options we have, we could go into space and land on the moon, play concerts for thousands of screaming fans, fight fires and save human beings lives,  solve mysteries, be on soap operas, design clothing, walk tightropes, revive dying people, help kids gorw and learn ect ect ect ecccccttt. I mean, at this point in my life it feels like every door is open, slowly trying to entice me in. I have this problem where everything seems to appeal to me, like everything. I mean my main destination is to be a theatre actress, but man, why on earth did i have to pick one of the most difficult careers to get into. i'm a pretty darn realiststic person, and some nights when i just think of how slim my chance are i'm not gonna lie a couple crying fests spontaneously erupt. but i have to, i have no choice in the matter, there's nothing more have or will ever feel more strongly about. but sometimes there are other desires, i would love to runaway with the circus and be a clown or trapeeze artist, or to be a broadcast journalist in the big city, or be a jazz singer in little obscure nightclubs lit only by candles, or teach little munchkins how to act, or just travel the world and embrace the beauty we all seem to neglect, or design or style clothing, or write for an underground magazine that writes to it's reader as if their an intellectual and not a boycrazy sexdriven thirteen year old hoe, or own my own vinatge clothing store full of amazing dresses you'd find nowhere else, or about a million other things. All i know is that each path has it's ups and downs, has it's crazy memorable moments and it's boring bland moments aswell, but eah path is unique and whichever one i, and you decide to take, is perfect. it's not perfect as it's without flaws, but it's the one we felt strongly enough to pursue, so it's perfect. plain and simple. the future should be embraced, not avoided.

mmm, just some lovliness from the cottage.

just a thought.

fear is everything wrong with the world. now, most people think it's the total opposite, and that it's all to do with power, but i can't help but disagree. why is there wars? cause countries are so stricken by fear that they'll get invaded that they decided instead of being a reasonable human being and talking about it, they send out troops to blow everyone else up just like the games they used to play as a kid, except now the guns and bullets certainly aren't plastic. why do we buy all these useless material items and designer purses? cause we're fearful that we won't fit in, that we won't be liked or simply cause we're fearful that we won't be happy unless we have all our little toys, uber flashy multitasking cellphones and vehicles to keep us distracted by all the boredom enveloping us in our daily routine. we gossip cause we have this fear that others are cooler or intimidating and we are afraid of having an uncomfortable silence not filled with mindless chatter. we drink cause we're scared we won't have any fun without it and we're scared some other slightly more intoxicarted girl will get to the guy we have our eye on quicker. some get married cause there's fear that there won't be anyone better or they can't make it on their own finacially, then divorce cause they're scared that they are missing out on all the fun and on someone else who would love them more. we lie out of fear, we give up on amazing opportunities cause of fear and we quit and give up cause of fear. there's nothing wrong with fear, it's natural instinct even in nature, unless you let it take over you and make irrational decisions. then it's totally not okay, at all. blech, i hate writing some of these thoughts of mine at times cause i seem like those old ladies who write for low budget local community papers and have absolutly nothing worthwhile to say, but have to have a new article every week. oh well. if you actually read of all this, well i think you are a very great person and i invite  you to be my best friend if you so wish. if not, well, maybe that was a good decision on yout part. being my best freind is kind of a strenuous job. alrighty, bye.

perfect.

i think both this video and song is beautiful. makes me wanna travel to some unknown exotic location and just dance around.

nobody loves the egoists.

i can't stand people with big egos. i mean confidence is great and all, but too much, is well...too much. is there even such a thing as being humble anymore? i honestly think it's so darn rare. i mean we put everything on display: our facebook photos, who we're dating, our hot makeout sesh's in the hallways, our clevage, every little accomplishment or exotic vacation we've ever taken for once, maybe it's time to step back and keep a little for ourselves? bragging is not attractive if you never noticed, neither is flashing all of your personal life into the public. everyone loves the mysterious person. you know that person who you just wanna jump into their mind for a while and search around? peek through all of the corners and hidden crevases. oh well, thus ends my rant.

BUY ME.

The strangest thing happened today. I went to the mall, just to browse around with zero intention of purchasing anything until as soon as i set foot in the first store this immediate rush of want and a flood of urge swept over me, enveloping in immense need for everything i happened to lay my wandering eyes upon. The dress that was actually rather bland seemed to jump off the rack, smothering me in desire, the lipsticks in their fancy little packaging screamed my name lustfully and dozens of shoes magically appeared on my feet desperatly pleaing to join my already embarrassingly extensive collection. My head started to spin, my palms got clammy, fingers ran themselves over the surface of any item them could get ahold of, frantically grabbing stuff to take with me. I had to almost sprint out of the store to clear out my head and hide from all the daunting temptation. I sulked back home, the stunning, appealing items dancing, swirling around in my mind. I looked in my closet back home ashamed of all the clothes, immediatly embarassed by all the impractical shoes, the makeup-every colour of the rainbow. I felt trapped, suffocated beyond belief. I do love my stuff, my clothes are like my friends, but i've decided to avoid all shopping centers for a while now. Possibly just spend that extra time building stronger realtionships with the stuff i do have and not have some more pointless flings with extra things that aren't needed.

this facade ain't foolin' noone.

the memories that you will cherish, the friendships and bonds that will last a lifetime, the choices you make here will dictate your entire life, this is the place where life begins...ect. ect. all these overused cliches are used relentlessly to describe that one place that either "makes or breaks you" is either "heaven or hell" and you are either "popular or untimately uncool". you take your label and deal with it, whether you 're fond of it or not. truthfully, i don't believe one bit of any of that ridiculousness, it's simply the mass produced idea that big shots in the media world shove down our throats in the form of lame and too-cheesy-for-words "movies" (if that's what you wanna call them), music and t.v shows. the even more ridiculous thing is that it appears as if a heckuva lot of us actually buy into that garbage! we're playing high school by the rule books. step-by-step making sure it's the "perfect high school experience" i see the self concious girls desperatly scavaging to check off all the things in their to-do list on how to be popular: cute outfits, subtle cleavage, expert flirting with just the right boys, attend every party where we laugh at jokes that aren't funny, makeout with any horny boy or girl that we would never even look twice at if it wasn't for all that tequila in our fruity mixed drinks and do rather trashy things we've been patiently awaiting for the moment we're drunk enough to do. or the equally as insecure boys, with their i'm-so-freakin-cool facade, their days simply a never ending quest to get girls to do dirty little things that we were shocked and disgusted to find out adults did as kids. school work is only for nerds, and why would we need to do work anyways? we'll just find some crap job a monkey could do and spend all our money on beer and guys nights out and not on our children's educations, cause why would my kids even think about going to college? we are not clever, nor witty, and any conversation we have about "love" is simply our lust screaming in the hopes that you might just take your clothes off, cause girls are never beautiful, just hot. all of us male and female drones aren't looking to save the world, we just wanna look good and party. i think we're all more than this stereotype, so why is it the only colours some show? we all have these fabulous quirks just scraping and gnawing inside of us to be free and get its fame, and it's not a bad thing. it's actually downright beautiful, those quirks. i know there's more than what the eye sees, but sometimes it's worrying when even when the eye prys, theres still nothing more to it. high school is like this alternate reality, what happens there, whether it be our so called "labels" our friends, ous grades, our attitudes or our style, is not exactly reflective of what's really in the real world. i dunno what i'm trying to say, maybe just don't be fake? but maybe you don't know you're being fake, maybe you're just being " you " and this whole rant means absolutly nothing. oh well, i tried. in any case, my conclusion goes like this: high school can be anything you want it to be. it doesn't have to be some high school musical prototype, you don;t have to be in a clique or resort to being an absolute loner, just pave your path, and pave it through a tropical jungle full of life and colour, not through some old downtown streets that have been paved far too many times.

yours truly,
hannah.

love is the harmony, desire's the key.

just decided to do a little holllaa at my favorite songs of the moment. wild idea- maybe you'll download these songs and possibly fall madly in love then we could gush about how much we love the chorus of this song and the lyrics of another and, who knows, maybe fall in love with each other? or you could just check them out and enjoy?
-i keep myself to myself....boy least likely to
-are you afraid.....rooney
-summer scarves....butch walker
-little secrets...passion pit
-something good can work...two door cinema
-shh...donora
-obsessions...marina and the diamonds
-4 songs & a fight...the sounds
-folding chair...regina specktor
-earthquake...little boots
-wolves...bon iver
-crystalised...the xx
-good friends with bad habits...owen
-skinny love...bon iver
-heartbreaker...mstrkrft
- you still hurt me...william fitzsimmons
-laughing with...regina specktor
-fireflies...owl city
-i am not a robot...marina and the diamonds
and basically anything by boy least likely to.

bragging a lil'.

just wanted to share my interview as a "style star" for about.com's teen style section.


http://teenfashion.about.com/od/reallifestylestars/p/HannahEhman.htm

mmm.

these new missoni ads are simply perfect. they depict exatctly where i wanna be: in beautiful clothing, on the back of a truck on some wild road trip with some chill people and the wind in my hair. mmm. lovely

the "it" factor

what makes those people we percieve "cool" and cool? what is it that those people have that make you take a double take, trying to simply take in their essence as you pass them in the mall or halls of school, or make you constantly creep them on facebook or even think about them in various situations and ponder what they would do/say/act/feel. what is it that those people have? it's more than a beautiful face, a killer pair of shoes, some extrodinary talent or rich parents. its more than a nonchalant attitude, great sense of humour, fabulous group of friends, or a high IQ. It's this "it" factor everyone talks about, but nobody ever knows what "it" is. it's like this unexplainable aura or energy they exude that makes them oh-so intruiging and memorable. what they have, is what everyone wants. but i think if we got what those "special" people have, we'd be awfully disapointed, because, in my opinion, we all have some sort of "it" factor. we all have something that would make a person think/look twice about us, we're all just a little scared to show it off. that "it" factor perse is simply being authentic and real, not masking yourself to blend in and be one of the crowd. why arewe all starving to be one another? we're all just as desperate, unsure, self concious, scared, fearful and lonely as each other, s why don;t we let our real selves out for a chance? if you have something to say, then say it.if you see something you wanna wear, then wear it. what we're all attracted to is really to superpower or pair of designer jeans after all. those memorable people haven't cracked any secret code or have some extrodinary genetic trait, they're just being themselves. being real. let's all stop this fascade and hiding out, it's not working.
yours ever so truly,
hannah.

you're alive, do something..

that's my motto for this year. i dunno why, but i like it. sometimes i find myself drawn to phrases, anthologies or quotes that are rather simple and straightforward. It seems that right before i make a large decision or have some sort of "dilemma", i tend to recollect them and they give me a bit of perspective on my situations. throughout the year when i'm burdened with so many daunting tasks, piles of school wokr, musicals, dance, music exams and all those other lovely extracurriculars, i lose the enjoyment and spontenaity in life with the highly packed schedual that constantly looms over me. but this year, i think i'll just enjoy it. yes, even enjoy that 12 page essay, enjoy the mega scary and frighteneing ballet exams i somehow manage to get out alive, and try and enjoy the music festival (aka hell on earth that i always put myself through every single year for some odd reason).and instead of whining about how busy i am and sitting home aone watching tv or wasting my life on facebook cause i'm so darn tired, i'm gonna do something. read a book, call a freind, do something exciting and crazy, cause guess what? i'm alive. and even though we hear it all the time and it may just generate an eye roll or a cliche groan, but ou never know which day may be your last as tomorrow is not a guarentee. possibly you have a quote to define your year or even to define your life, if you care to share email me @ fashion.faux.pas@hotmail.com. n0w, don't just sit at yourcomputer reading this boring old thing you're alive, do something!

call me crazy but...

i truly enjoy awkwardness. a good ol' awkward moment is positively one of my favorite things. now, i'm fully aware that the majority of people utterly dread the apperance of my unfortunate friend awkward sprung upon them causing some slightly uncomfortable moments that they wish wouldn't seem to last for so darn long. personally, i oddly anticipate the next time my stumbling and unrefined pal comes out to play in not only movies but preferably reality. there's nothing better than an excruciatingly long and tense silence filled with the figeting of hands, or the innapropriate-for-the-situation blurted out comment that seemed to spew out of you with no permission. oh, or how about my favorite, when you're slightly subconciously staring at a crush or someone you find kinda sorta cute and then they just so happen to catch your oddly creepy stares and make eye contact, thus you blush and quickly divert your eyes, pretending it never happened.

mmm, the awkwarness of it all is just so refreshing! why you my ask? personally, i feel these kind of moments are real, honest authentic moments when a person's walls are down and there's no acts of fakeness present. it's as if they're exposing their true self and that ego of theirs has fallen to the floor in small seizure like spasms. and why should we dread or be ashamed of authenticity? i think it's time we stop being so hard on ourselves and possibly take that ego (that we all have, although they differ in sizes) and but it away in the back of our closet and let awkward out to live a breathe for a little. you might just find yourself falling for him/her aswell.

being fake and not being your true self is ssoooo 2002, and i can just feel the escalating rise of real.

yours ever so truly (and akwardly),

hannah.

outfitsoutfitsoutfits.

I really do enjoy clothing. really.

i've always had a fairly large affection and attachment to clothes and fashion, but ever since summer began, this consuming flood of fashion related inspiration has transformed my fondness into this all-encompassing infatuation. i spend my days down at the dock at my cottage pouring through the glossy pages of underground fashion magazines, scouring the slightly stale smelling 80's prom dresses in toronto basment vintage shops and of course devoting hours upon hours at my old tried and true fave store value village and doling out my eighty dollar birthday present gift certificate on ridiculous dresses, shoes and earrings. (thank you aunt lorraine and mom!)
and those are only my days, oh the nights i spend with my good ol' clothing fetish are even worse. you can hear me searching through my slightly overflowing closet, that i've jampacked with all my new finds, and making outrageous and quriky outfit upon outfit for every possibly occasion and swiping ideas from everythign that surrounds me. barmitzvah? check ( even though i know all of zero jewish people, but you can never me too prepared) travelling back through time to the 50's? check. off to a badass 80's prom? check. or, how about a trip hiking in the himylayas, to tokyo, a day in sweltering eygpt, a designer fishing trip, or why not a hollywood movie premier? don't worry, ive got you covered with the perfect outfit.
am i being obsessive, over the top, a perfect example of a shallow consumer? not in my opinion. i'm just being me. (aka totally inmfatuated with what brings me joy.) oh and btw, i've only spent the most seven hundred bucks on an entire wardrobe, and mostly at vintage/value village esque joints. so take that huge corporate buisness men. this is only one of my obsessions. oh booooy, i can barely even name all of those other badboys that consume my rather short days. acting and theatre is probably my number one, along with people watching, blogs, new indie bands and 40's music, dancing, singing, piano, reading, biking and meeting interesting characters.
so, what will be the next preoccupation? baking pasteries, complex scientific equations, tyedying, syncronized swimming, or perhaps playing squash? heck, if you're intriguing enough, possibly even you could be my obsession, if you so wish. all i know is that whatever happens to tickle my fancy, better be prepared for a whole lotta time with dis girl.
yours ever so truly,
hannah .


oh ps. here's a coupla outfits cranked outta my fixation on good ol' fashion.

you can't rain on my parade

So, it was raining out. No, let's rephrase that, it was pouring outside. Like a massive sheet of water gushing out of some mysterious high pressure showerhead, it basically translated into the fact that there would be absolutely no fun to be had that day. Typically, that sort of rain at the cottage signals me to subside to a day which consists of: oversized 80's flannel sweatshirts, being wrapped up in Barbie bed sheets that graced my bed at home a good eight years ago, eating an entire bag of rather beautiful glosette raisins while listening to a brandnew playlist of songs from bands i've never heard of before and reading Lula magazine for the 37th time. Soon, the thought hit me; rain=water, hannah=loves water. I was never good at math, but i knew this lil' hateathon with rain kinda needed to stop. I whipped out my tiny-polkadot bikini and ran out ito that rain, no hesitation. It was perfect. I sat on the edge of my dock, loving every drop of icy cold water hitting my skin. After twenty minutes of bliss, and some kinda menacing lighting causing me to squeal and run in, i was content. After my act of defiance to mother nature (suck it motha nature) I walked back into the cottage resembling something very close to a drowned rat and for the rest of the day i had an awful cold that no amount of piping hot tea or fluffy blankets could possibly cure. it was worth it.

an ode to summer

Oh hey there summer. Wait, summer?! Is that really you? "You" being the two months of absolute pure bliss which I daydream longingly about all year, the time which motivates me through the immensely long and drawn out cruel winter months of being trapped inside a stuffy classroom thinking about how much of life I'm neglecting. All the adventures, splendours and emotions you harbour make me lust for you so terribly, that when you finally grace me with your refreshing presence, I'm in love. This ain't some teenage puppy love shit either, This is- youareallithinkabout,everymomentspentwithyouisperfect,mylifewouldsuckwithoutyou (excuse kelly clarkson reference)-kinda love. Call me crazy, obsessive, a tad peculiar or ridiculous, but I just can't help how I feel. Now that i've poured out the entire contents of my heart and soul to you, my dear summer, all i ask is that you'll be kind to me. Let's make the most of what little time we have together and enjoy each other's company, please?