White Hair.

I have wanted to dye my hair white for the longest time. I absolutely love it. It has such an edgy vibe but can be sweet too. I'm also in love with a silver-y grey hair tone. I'm very sad and one day I will fulfill this longing for white hair. I have natural brown hair, I dyed it red for a long time. I loved my red hair. Then I went blonde, the toughest transition as hair coloring goes. I think that since my hair is blonde now, it is the perfect and easiest time to go white. :]

source: one. two. three. four. five. six. seven.

Although I'm not sure if anyone has read this, any opionions? Or have you dyed your hair white? I'd love to learn more about it.

Memories Soundtrack.

One of my favorite blogs, Sometimes Sweet just posted an entry about how music can bring up old memories, and basically, revitalize the soul. I wholeheartedly agree with this statement, and find myself drifting off into the past when I hear a certain song. That is one of the reasons I love music so much, it can capture life experiences and help you hold on to them forever. Music has at times, consoled, uplifted, and inspired me. Here are a few songs that are special to me and the reasons for doing so.

A couple of summers ago, my best friend had acquired her dad's empty house on the Galveston Bay. I had unofficially moved in with her, I mean, I had a key and everything. We cleaned up the house, went grocery shopping, reorganized, even bought a house plant. Mind you, we were still in high school at the time. This was my first experience of being a free semi-adult. We set up a hammock outside on the back porch, and I remember laying there and taking naps on a warm summer day in Texas, listening to the sound of the waves and Kings of Leon. We were constantly playing their first two albums for weeks on end. We had so many fun memories there of freshly found freedom. I loved that little house so much until September 2008 when Hurricane Ike hit Texas.

Back to my point though, hearing "Ragoo" by Kings of Leon reminds me very much of this house and the fun times I spent there, and also that it is no longer there. That destruction happens to homes, relationships, ideas, and can happen to almost anything. It has taught me to cherish what I do have, and to make the most of life.



This next song reminds me of my first love. It had it's times, it was a great relationship, and then a very hurtful one, on both parts. This song usually makes me cry because I listened to it during the rough stages of the relationship. "Sweet Disposition" by The Temper Trap is a beautiful song and hands down one of my favorites. This song has a time traveling effect on me, wherever I am, I am instantly shot backwards in time to a place that was sad and where I was struggling. I can remember being in the car and my boyfriend at the time handed me a letter, one that predicted the whole future of our relationship. This song was playing in the background and I remember after he left my car, putting it on repeat. A slideshow of our relationship plays in my head as I hear this song, every time. This song is also on the (500) Days of Summer soundtrack. I love that movie, it is one of my favorites. My once boyfriend compared the movie and its characters to our relationship, which is valid to a certain degree, but a painful comparison. I think that is another reason this song is so monumental to me. Unfortunately, this song is being used in a variety of commercials and ads, such as Diet Coke, Chrysler, and I believe some kind of insurance company.



Lastly, Sly & The Family Stone was the introduction into my favorite genre of music today. Whenever I enter a music store, I search for what I was intentionally going to the music store for, and I always pick up an extra something. I choose something I've never heard before, usually based on a recommendation from a stranger in the aisle over, or my album art. (I know, you're never supposed to judge a book by its cover, but it's led me to some of my favorite music today) An old, used Sly & The Family Stone CD happened to be my extra something one day, and from that point on I've always loved them. It also happens to be the first vinyl I've ever bought. Their music is electrifying, body and mind moving. As a freshman in highschool, I developed this taste for music that was slightly funk and psychedelic. I became obsessed in researching their music and music similar to it, the Woodstock era, and so on. I have spent hours driving in my car listening to them. Sometimes, I got in my car solely to listen to "Higher". This song and band was an awakening moment for me.
(Although this video is long, you should watch all of it. The performance is epic and inspiring.)





Thanks Danielle at Sometimes Sweet for the inspiration of today's post. Doing this has made me happy. :]

Pierced.

Today, I got my septum pierced. :] I have never been much of a piercing person, I always thought I'd be tattooed for life. However, after seeing my friend's septum piercing, we decided I should get pierced. I debated between the septum and the nape (the back of my neck), and eventually I'd like to get that one done as well. It was not painful at all, truthfully, getting my eyebrows threaded every four weeks hurts much worse than this. I'm happy with the outcome and glad I decided to venture into the world of needles and titanium jewelry. I'm very excited. :]

Intro.

It has been a few days longer than I promised to post. I'm assuming that happens when you start a blog, one that I was very excited to start in the first place. Here's a little bit about me and the place that I am right now in my life. I recently moved to Ohio to live with my grandmother for awhile, after the death of my grandfather a few months ago. This is not my ideal place to live, being from Houston, moving from a big city to a small town is a bit of an adjustment. I figured I needed to learn a few lessons in this stage of my life, being the importance and dependability of family, selflessness, and compromise. My life has changed drastically, from running around the city with my friends, hardly staying at home, and being in a relationship to running errands for  my grandmother, eating dinner in the living room watching Golden Girls, and lonely nights in my own bedroom. I have and will continue to learn many things on this venture here, including many old adages from my grandmother. As for who I am, I'm still figuring out. I'm constantly comtemplating life, religion, meaning. I like vintage things and the arts, old and new music, vinyls and photography.

On a great note, I got one of my three cameras up and working! I can't wait to start taking pictures with it and sharing them. I want to post more pictures on this blog, my own and others, but I need to build my photo folder. In progress.

Intro.

This is my first blog, and I've been waiting to write the first entry for some time now, allowing myself time to construct the inspiring, neat, well-organized, beautiful blog that I hope it will be some day. However, in that time, I lost why I was started this blog in the first place, so I need to start today. This blog's purpose is for me to practice my photography and various other crafts, show my artwork, document my life, therefore learning more about myself, become a better writer, and hopefully, give and share inspiration that so many other blogs have given me.

 I have several projects in the planning stages for this blog and will share them soon. I need to check all my lovely cameras and make sure they are working first. Two of them I found in my grandfather's closet, circa 1970-80s, I believe. Then there is my Diana Dreamer, my favorite camera of all time, that I broke leaving it in my messy car. My boyfriend at the time, said he fixed it, but I have never put film in it and tried to develop anything to see if it is actually working.

 Now that I have introduced my blog, I should introduce myself, which I'll save for later tonight. I have to get ready for work, a job that I cannot stand, but I only have three more days since I quit. More about that horrific story later.

Signing off of my fist blog entry ever,
Rosie