That Crazy Girl Down The Street

                          ( #teenvogue dress: c/o dino direct, necklace: flea market find, shoes: vintage, sunnies: forever 21)

First I would like to say something: I HATE cheap stuff. I mean stuff that looks cheap, or is rubbish quality. I really do. I don't care if it was $100 or 10 cents. And I refuse  to put stuff on this blog that is cheap. Some bloggers are willing to put anything on and post a picture just for the clothes/money/genie wishes, whatever, but not me, so you can be garenteed that if I am wearing it in a picture on this blog, I like it. 

Now with that said, I was a little wary when dino direct approached me about sending me a dress, and was wonderfully surprised when it arrived in amazing condition. It was packed well, the dress is sewn properly, and there was a lovely letter in the parcel. So basically, I love them. And isn't this dress adorable?

Now let's talk about my street. You have now seen it loads of times because I am a touch lazy and don't want to go anywhere else to take my pictures. You are all familiar with my neighbors gray truck and weird boxy car, and the creepy coupe that just totally parks there randomly, because they are in the back round of EVERY SINGLE PHOTO. Well, the cars are cool with it. (They're totally internet FAMUZ, whatever.) It's the neighbors and random people who seem to think my street is a little human highway that crack me up.  They come casually down the street with their hoard of children/beer in a brown paper bag/ balloons and then we have this moment where I can tell they're thinking "What is she doing?" and I'm totally with the cars: "I'm internet FAMUZ, whatever." And they just start walking again, (because they've just stopped and are staring at me leaping back and forth in front of the camera) casually looking back in a manner that is supposed to make me think they aren't really looking back. And then there are the little girls who just sort of stare at me like they're trying to decide if I'm Barbie or Tyra Banks. I just wanted to put out there that they are what I am looking at when I do my staring-off-into-the-distance thing.

So I'm the crazy girl down the street who takes pictures of herself in strange clothing.

and pretty shoes.

I just realised how many times I used the word "staring" in this post. 

Well, they do.

xx,

Justina

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