<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:13:45.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decadent Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-4333418821558224450</id><published>2008-07-23T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:54:40.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession(s)</title><content type='html'>Since it has been a while, I will give you a few more things than usual which are currently tickling my fancy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SIep94QJY5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/h9u_TyUQOTQ/s1600-h/wishie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SIep94QJY5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/h9u_TyUQOTQ/s400/wishie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226332773123974034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Soft, summery pictorials.&lt;/span&gt; This photo makes want to frolic through a field, pick dandelions, and make wishes. It invokes that epitome-of-summer feeling, and embodies something that I have always held very dearly to my heart. Though the season is in full swing, I haven't taken part in many summery activities. I think it is time to take full advantage of the beautiful weather before it falls away. Excuse me as I proceed to paint a heart across my cheek....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SIerrz13-iI/AAAAAAAAAPk/swhYGoUQ-M0/s1600-h/purplecateye.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 352px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SIerrz13-iI/AAAAAAAAAPk/swhYGoUQ-M0/s400/purplecateye.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226334661725649442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Colorful, winged eyeliner&lt;/span&gt;, especially shimmery purple cat-eyes such as the one shown above. Purple is currently my go-to color for everything lately. It is a little bit rock star, and much more fun than basic black. Greens and blues have also been prevalent in my make-up routine lately. I always love pops of color used in unexpected ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SIz0jkG2MAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/8pPQjr7bfpM/s1600-h/aud_tiffanys_moonriver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SIz0jkG2MAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/8pPQjr7bfpM/s400/aud_tiffanys_moonriver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227822159295295490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Moon River.&lt;/span&gt; Undoubtedly a classic, this song -- composed by Johnny Mercer and Henry Mancini --  has been playing in my head for the past few weeks. If you have seen &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;/span&gt;, you will know what I am talking about; if not, you need to familiarize yourself immediately. I heard Moon River most recently in an episode of Sex and the City, and for some reason it has caused a strange feeling to well up inside of me. I grow teary eyed, a little sad, and inexplicably nostalgic for something I can't quite place my finger upon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SIz0jdShsQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nlxE0ROfHSE/s1600-h/autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SIz0jdShsQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nlxE0ROfHSE/s400/autumn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227822157465235714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The anticipation of Autumn.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, this is completely contradictory to number 1, but as I have mentioned before, Autumn is my favorite season. I want fiery foliage dancing in the cool breeze. I need luxe fabrics to swathe myself in when that first chill hits. I crave the indulgence of the seasonal cuisine, like squash soup, pumpkin sweets, and turkey with cranberry sauce. And more than any other facet of this season, I am most looking forward to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;. Always my favorite holiday, it is the ultimate game of dress-up -- and honestly, what aspiring fashionista doesn't love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;? I'm sad to say that last year did not turn out so well -- with my failed attempt at channeling Marie Antoinette -- so this time I am planning ahead to make cetain that everything works out perfectly. I know it is strange to start thinking about a holiday which takes place at the end of October when it is still only July, but I am a bit obessive and I seem to enjoy torturing myself with aticipation. What is my costume of choice, you ask? I suppose we will just have to wait and see ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. While we are on the topic of Autumn, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I can hardly wait for all of the fabulous clothes to come&lt;/span&gt;. You can bet that I will be sporting lacy dresses and thick patterned tights, big boots and long sweaters, and I will be looking out for the perfect long peacoat to top off my cozy ensembles. I think my Fall style will be very dark and a bit more moody than usual this year, with an array of black and deep jewel toned pieces. Slightly gothic and victorian styles have found a place in my heart, which is odd considering my usually bright and pastel hued uniform -- and the fact that there is nary a black piece in my wardrobe. I do suppose I have always harbored an admiration towards the romance of eerie things, only I have only expressed the romantic side of this. Self-reinvention is not something that I partake in, well, ever, so this might explain the inticement toward a style that may be just a tiny bit contradictory to my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that there are many more things with which I am in love, but that will have to do it for now. I can't use everything up in one post, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-4333418821558224450?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4333418821558224450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=4333418821558224450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/4333418821558224450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/4333418821558224450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/obsessions.html' title='Obsession(s)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SIep94QJY5I/AAAAAAAAAPc/h9u_TyUQOTQ/s72-c/wishie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-2718519693839584819</id><published>2008-07-07T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:29:29.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Hiatus</title><content type='html'>I promise that there is a very good reason as to why I have not posted in a very long while. About a month ago, the internet at my current residence was turned off, therefore severely interfering with my blogging and browsing abilities. Other than that, I have had quite the busy summer thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a trip to Portland, Oregon from the 3rd of July to the 7th for my cousin's wedding. It was an incredible trip, to say the least. I got the chance to visit with some of my most awesome relatives, all while falling in love with the gorgeous city that is Portland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, I awaited my 19th birthday. It was a joint celebration with a friend whose birthday occurs two days before mine. The majority of people in attendance I had only met for the first time that night. It was a rather interesting time. We all met at a cool little beach with the intention of putting up a bonfire and dancing the night away. It turned out that there were no available pits, and the beach apparently had a closing time. So, with a caravan of about five full cars, we made our way to another beach. It had all of the makings of a horror flick: partying teenagers, warehouses, and railroad tracks across in a moonlit field. Yet as we crested over the hill, a giant hidden cove came into site; dotted with flames and people, it felt like I was venturing into some sort of top-secret cult meeting. The sudden urge to do a tribal dance around one of the bonfires washed over me like the gentle waves which caressed the shore. It was a perfect time, laughter mingling with the blaring music, the heat of the flames dancing in the cool, salty breeze, and the plastered smiles fixed to everyone's faces. The -- not ten minutes after our arrival --a friendly security officer kicked us out. Wonderful. The night was capped off by crashing a house party, and all ended well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now currently in something of a pickle: I may soon be needing to move out of my grandfather's home. I don't know when, and I don't know how, but it is something that has been looming over my head for the past several days. Next week I am going down to Anaheim for a youth gathering with my church and friends, so it is something to look forward to. Fashion has been the last thing on my mind, but I am going to attempt to get back into the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, and hopefully there will be plenty of lovely stylishness to come =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-2718519693839584819?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2718519693839584819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=2718519693839584819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/2718519693839584819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/2718519693839584819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-promise-that-there-is-very-good.html' title='Breaking the Hiatus'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-5797075104989711133</id><published>2008-06-26T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T04:12:06.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda in Wonderland</title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm sure we all know how desperately in love I am with the whimsically wonderful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;, and I would like to take this moment to praise whoever decided that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt; was to be such a prevalent fashion muse at this moment in time. Though I'm positive most might be growing a bit tired of this trend -- it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; been done time and again --I honestly cannot get enough. Oh well, naysayers, I'm going to post this gorgeous spread of Amanda Seyfried, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue Italia&lt;/span&gt; April 08,  anyway, say what you might, and I will continued to be inspired by this blissfully recurrent theme. I have never been one to apologize for the things I love, but I will say this: I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; very sorry that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt; just happens to kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I said it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SGNz0N_AseI/AAAAAAAAAOA/aW3LD49Gubg/s1600-h/amanda1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SGNz0N_AseI/AAAAAAAAAOA/aW3LD49Gubg/s400/amanda1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216140134369505762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SGNz0_zWCrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/k19X2P0pTLM/s1600-h/amanda2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SGNz0_zWCrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/k19X2P0pTLM/s400/amanda2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216140147742345906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SGNz15UXRvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yyT3Wf1k8BQ/s1600-h/amanda3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SGNz15UXRvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yyT3Wf1k8BQ/s400/amanda3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216140163181659890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SGNz27j7NTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CD1ZcCsWpsk/s1600-h/amanda4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SGNz27j7NTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CD1ZcCsWpsk/s400/amanda4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216140180963669298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SGNz3kfj3XI/AAAAAAAAAOg/l4wyIDHv5LQ/s1600-h/amanda5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SGNz3kfj3XI/AAAAAAAAAOg/l4wyIDHv5LQ/s400/amanda5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216140191951215986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SGN0UcRbG1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/TuXUJuG4nJM/s1600-h/amanda6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SGN0UcRbG1I/AAAAAAAAAOo/TuXUJuG4nJM/s400/amanda6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216140687960644434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must admit that the first three are my favorites, and the depicted gardens contrast strikingly with the metallic city in the latter three.  It is all a bit reminiscent of Gwen Stefani's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What You Waiting For?&lt;/span&gt; video, but I think that only solidifies my affections for this spread. Amanda Seyfried is a gorgeous, talented actress, and I can't wait to see her in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamma Mia&lt;/span&gt;! If that whole acting thing doesn't work out for her (yeah, right!), I'm sure she could do some work as a model or something... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; want to dress like this and take fabulous pictures of myself for the world to see. Hmm, I do believe that the wheels in my head are turning, and my yard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; present more than a few tempting possibilities. I suppose we shall see what happens... (cue evil laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confecionts&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-5797075104989711133?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5797075104989711133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=5797075104989711133' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5797075104989711133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5797075104989711133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/amanda-in-wonderland.html' title='Amanda in Wonderland'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SGNz0N_AseI/AAAAAAAAAOA/aW3LD49Gubg/s72-c/amanda1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-7911137025501401412</id><published>2008-06-19T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:53:08.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip</title><content type='html'>As I read through my beloved gossip blogs (I know, I know, just shoot me now!) I spotted this recent photograph of&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt; star Blake Lively:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFoUXRIOLCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Txq_eDGO-tE/s1600-h/blakedress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFoUXRIOLCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Txq_eDGO-tE/s400/blakedress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213501908602203170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the simplicity of a shirt dress. The sky-high hemline of Blake's keeps it cool and youthful, while the half-sleeves provide an extra bit of coverage to prevent the frock from falling into skank territory. I also like that the buttons only go halfway down, and the color-blocked detail is quite chic. Though Blake keeps her accessories to a minimum, I would personally cinch it all in with a cute little belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't the slightest clue as to who the maker of this dress is -- and lord knows I'm far too lazy to look it up -- but I would really love to add a similar item to my wardrobe.  I have a deep respect for simple pieces such as this. There are times when one does not want to put too much effort into an ensemble -- one such as, ahem, myself -- so I will definitely be on the lookout for something like this adorable shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-7911137025501401412?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7911137025501401412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=7911137025501401412' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/7911137025501401412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/7911137025501401412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/gossip.html' title='Gossip'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFoUXRIOLCI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Txq_eDGO-tE/s72-c/blakedress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-5697902791281380802</id><published>2008-06-16T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:50:15.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie's Guide to Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>Summer is here again. It is a time for fun and mischief, though for some it can prove a daunting and overwhelming time. As we get stuck in the routine of class and homework, it can be difficult to figure out what to do with our new surplus of time. I am one of those people who say, "Oh I can't wait for summer! We are going to [insert a million activities] and have so much fun!" only to have the season arrive and then not do much of anything. It can be very easy to spend all of your time at the mall, and while shopping is basically my favorite thing to do, there is a world out there! The world is full of possibilities that are just waiting to be discovered. Mallrats be damned, I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; live at the mall. Though, you can bet I will be shopping up a bit of storm at some point. This is all more of an advice piece to myself, because if I am actually publishing a post, I will need to follow my own tips, right? So here it is, my little guide to summer fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1. Figure things out!&lt;/span&gt; Decide if you are the type to plan things or are more apt to spontaneity. Determine what you want out of the season and the ways to achieve it. It is always helpful to sit down and make a list of goals, as dorky as it may sound. Make an outline of your plans, decide what is most likely to happen, and don't set expectations too high. Figure out if you want a jam-packed schedule or want to lay low and relax. Decide what activities fit your style and remember that things won't always work out exactly as planned. Only expect to have fun, no matter what happens. It is summer, after all, so leave your worries with school years past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2. Plan a trip with your friends!&lt;/span&gt; Whether a small excursion to your local beach or campground, or a full-blown, cross state -- or country -- road trip, you are guaranteed to bond and fill your fun meter to its content. My crew loves driving down to the beach for a day, and I can't tell you how many road trips we have attempted to plan. I hope to make one happen this summer, but I know that even if it doesn't, we will do too many other fun activities to count. I also really dig camping. I am -- surprisingly and uncharacteristically -- an outdoorsy nature girl, and I love roughing it in the great outdoors. The possibilities are endless, so take a trip and have a little adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3. Get down with the nightlife!&lt;/span&gt; This is the time to stay up all night and sleep until noon. Clubs are fun for most, but I really prefer outdoor evening soirées. Pool parties are a no-brainer -- that is, if you have one or know someone who does. If you aren't in possession of a small body of water you can always set up a giant slip and slide and just go crazy with it. Flashlight water balloon and water gun fights are incredibly fun and refreshing during balmy summer nights. If you aren't into water-fun, you can always have a cocktail party. Set a theme (masquerade, tropical, rock star, 80's -- anything you want!) or simply request cocktail attire and don't let anyone in if they aren't dressed accordingly. It's always exciting to see people dressed to the nines. Another cool thing to try is to have a Rock Band or Guitar Hero party. Have everyone come dressed in the rock star best! Despite the abundance of possibilities, my all-time favorite summer night activity would have to be the bonfire. They are so quintessentially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt;, and you can really bond with friends this way. Make s'mores, sing songs, do a tribal dance. Whatever floats your boat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4. Step up your ensembles!&lt;/span&gt; It is so easy to get stuck in the casual rut during the school year, but summer leaves you no excuse to get lazy with your attire. It's your free pass to get a little quirky and different. You can give yourself a complete overhaul or make a subtle change. The point is that you can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;, and you won't have classmates to question you. Trade your sneaks for heels and gladiators, denim of floaty frocks, and ponytail holders for flowers and butterflies. If you are in need of inspiration, there are a slew of incredible bloggers who have the  best style I have ever seen. Invite some friends over and get decked out for a photo shoot. Go high-fashion with it and couturify yourselves. Don't forget the crazy make up! The point is to wear what you love with abandon and get down with your stylish self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;5. Be healthy! &lt;/span&gt;This is one tip that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; need to take. Summer is just chock-full of yummy, healthy snacks. Fruits abound, and there is nothing sweeter than some berries or a piece of melon on a scorching day. Take more walks in the sunny weather, go to the park and play frisbee, swim, play catch, run through the sprinklers. This season &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begs&lt;/span&gt; for activity, so just do it! Don't, however, forget to wear sunscreen! I am amazed at how many girls don't do this everyday. I was put in the habit from a very early age, so I really don't think about it. It just something I do, and it is imperative for us all to practice safe sun. Yes, a tan is cute, but it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; healthy. There are so many self-tanners out there today, and the wonders they work leave no excuse to tan in the sun. And nobody looks cute with a sunburn. Also, don't think you are off the hook if you have darker skin. The sun will still be just as damaging. Just slather on that white stuff, your skin will thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;6. Go to a festival or concert!&lt;/span&gt; This is the time of year when these events are in full bloom, so take advantage of it! It is the perfect opportunity to dress up and have a good time. And just a note: you don't have to buy expensive tickets to see super-famous bands! There are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tons&lt;/span&gt; of local bands everywhere, and they tend to have the most awesome performances. These shows are dirt-cheap to free, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much fun. Intimate, laid back, and totally hip, it's a great way to support your local musicians, and to know about them before (that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt;) they ever get famous. I can't wait for the day when my band, The Blue Hour, starts to play gigs. Music and summer together make beautiful, well, music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;7. Become a cuisine connoisseur!&lt;/span&gt; Get a group of friends and venture to the hottest restaurants in your area. It is great to experience new things together, and summer leaves plenty of time to spread your palette and discover the wonderful flavors of the world. You can even learn to cook, if you want, and cater your own dinner parties. I am personally a very domesticated girl, and the kitchen is where I feel the most at home. I used to love to whip up concoctions with my friends and pretend we were on our own little cooking show. A fun foody-party theme: The idea here is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Chef&lt;/span&gt;. Get a bunch of friends together and form two or three teams, pick a few judges, and select a secret ingredient. If you have never seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Chef&lt;/span&gt;, the point is to make as many dishes as you can in certain amount of time with the secret ingredient. It's great to see what people come up with. If this is too much activity for you, simply try to master the grill on your own. There is no ability more valuable for summer than this one. Throw a barbecue or picnic to test your skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;8. Get a job!&lt;/span&gt; I could personally use one right now. Find a place you really like, whether it be in retail or an office. Bookstores are great places to work. You meet people with similar interests and are surrounded by books! If reading isn't your thing, try out retail. You can try major stores, or, for the more cultured types, a vintage store. First dibs and the hottest new item is beyond awesome, and hello? Discount! Waiting tables can really help one to rake in the money. Not only are you paid a regular wage, but you get tips on top of it all. Don't get a job unless you think you will really enjoy it. You will only be miserable during the time that is supposed to be enjoyable, and that is just no fun for anyone. If you are lucky enough not to need a job, move on to the next tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;9. Take up a hobby!&lt;/span&gt; We should always strive to improve ourselves, and there is guaranteed to be a class, team, or activity out there to suit your needs. Become a yoga master at your local gym, take a dance class, improve your artistic skills, learn to play an instrument, train for a marathon, join a team. There are&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt; many things to do, it's insane! If there is something you have alway wanted to try, just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; it. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain. Hobbies can open your life to a new world and help you to meet amazing people who share your passions. Don't be shy, just get out there and try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;10. Reconnect with friends!&lt;/span&gt; Many people think that summer can cause friends to grow apart, but I believe in the converse: summer is the perfect opportunity to get together with those you may have lost touch with during the busy school year. I know there are people who I used to be incredibly close to, but have almost completely lost touch with because we have been preoccupied with our own separate lives. It, however, has nothing to do with not liking each other or anything of the sort. It is that we have simply had no time to get together. This season is ideal for rekindling those friendships. Do any of the things on this list, invite them to your parties, make an effort to get together. It is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt; important to make the first step. Waiting around never got anyone what they wanted, so call them up, send a message or a text, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;. The point is to make contact and make an effort. You won't regret it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best advice I can give you is don't let yourself get bored. There are so many things this world has to offer, and it is all at your fingertips. Don't get lazy! Get off the couch, away from the television or computer, and make memories. Take a camera everywhere and scrapbook you adventures when summer ends. You will always have that little treasure to look back on. I really love video scrapbooks. Film your friends every chance you get and compile the footage into a little fun movie of your summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are your plans? Who are you making them with? What are you looking forward to? No matter what happens, remember to have fun, laugh, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt;. You know I will ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-5697902791281380802?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5697902791281380802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=5697902791281380802' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5697902791281380802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5697902791281380802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/stephanies-guide-to-summer-fun.html' title='Stephanie&apos;s Guide to Summer Fun'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-2664748311612452328</id><published>2008-06-16T01:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:48:58.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession: Miu Miu Crisscross Bootie</title><content type='html'>Holy crap, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; this shoe. Purple, crisscrossed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; in bootie form? Where do I sign up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFYoB_R7uzI/AAAAAAAAANI/pIuyvarEoVI/s1600-h/miumiubootie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFYoB_R7uzI/AAAAAAAAANI/pIuyvarEoVI/s400/miumiubootie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212397633359559474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I honestly can't get enough of Miu Miu shoes. Season after season, I am captivated by the delectable foot adornments that Miuccia Prada magically presents. How she works such magic on me, I will never know. What I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; know is that I love these booties more than words could ever say. They would be perfect will little dresses and tights or over the knee socks, skinny jeans, or fellow coveted item, leather pants. I love how the two-toned deliciousness works perfectly to cultivate a both fun and sophisticated style. I want them, I need them, I have&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; got&lt;/span&gt; to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is &lt;span class="Black10V"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod60910005&amp;amp;parentId=cat14120813&amp;amp;masterId=cat1910731&amp;amp;index=1&amp;amp;cmCat=cat000000cat000141cat000149cat000199cat1910731cat14120813"&gt;$575.00&lt;/a&gt; when you need it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-2664748311612452328?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2664748311612452328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=2664748311612452328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/2664748311612452328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/2664748311612452328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/obsession-miu-miu-crisscross-bootie.html' title='Obsession: Miu Miu Crisscross Bootie'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFYoB_R7uzI/AAAAAAAAANI/pIuyvarEoVI/s72-c/miumiubootie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-2421276442210247649</id><published>2008-06-16T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:32:26.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Me Lovely</title><content type='html'>I am growing increasingly bored with myself every minute. I want to be fun, and stylish, and quirky and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;, but I feel so plain and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt; right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am contemplating coloring my hair red again to give myself a little boost. My mane is currently a pale chestnut hue, which I'm sure it is actually a lovely color, but all my eyes see is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mousy.&lt;/span&gt; What's a girl to do? I went fiery ginger a few months back and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; it, which is strange considering my previous disdain for warm-toned hair on myself. My locks are seriously damaged and beat-up thanks to years of self imposed coloring ventures. It's my drug, to say the least, and I obsessively crave change on this particular feature. I have been nearly black (my natural hue), highlighted auburn, chocolate brown, near-blonde, and fire red. Out of everything I have tried, I must say that red imparts the most excitement and confidence in myself. Also, It gives my long waves a mermaid sparkle and makes me feel like somewhat of a mystical nymph. What more could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an awesome conditioner from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Aveda&lt;/span&gt; that deposits a lavish shade of scarlet to lighter hair. It gives just as much color than dye and actually makes my hair healthier. I adore &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Aveda&lt;/span&gt; products, and if you are clueless as to what they are, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to look it up. Like now. They are botanically based and use organic ingredients, smell like foresty lusciousness, use recycled packaging, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; leave my usual frizzily insane hair completely gorgeous and shiny.  I can be green and pretty all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should I just go for it? I always feel so nervous when I decide to make a change, but I suppose it will wash out eventually and it could be a nice little pick-me-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to reinvent. And rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-2421276442210247649?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2421276442210247649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=2421276442210247649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/2421276442210247649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/2421276442210247649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/color-me-lovely.html' title='Color Me Lovely'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-5727657956910984286</id><published>2008-06-14T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:28:42.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Inspiration and Life</title><content type='html'>I have been in an ethereal mood today. Though, then again, when am I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;? I love stumbling upon gorgeous photography, the kind where you can't help but the be drawn in and imagine an entire story to go along with it. These are all really doing it for me at the moment, and I find myself yearning to live in the fantasy worlds that are portrayed here. I would like flowers for my hair and a fluffy, sheer frock, please. Oh, and I wouldn't mind an enchanted forest to reside in, either. Yeah, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFREIl0iorI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qYw4_DtMiwk/s1600-h/sasha1iq9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFREIl0iorI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qYw4_DtMiwk/s400/sasha1iq9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211865583156634290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFREI6jYiHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/30mBmWmOD0c/s1600-h/10webb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFREI6jYiHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/30mBmWmOD0c/s400/10webb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211865588721813618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFREJAKGQaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/L_zfW7C7Q3M/s1600-h/light%2Beditorial3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFREJAKGQaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/L_zfW7C7Q3M/s400/light%2Beditorial3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211865590226370978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFREJQX_dzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/67ntZw3BQCU/s1600-h/pretty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFREJQX_dzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/67ntZw3BQCU/s400/pretty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211865594579613490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFREJcq4z7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/rXRAH-DjRqs/s1600-h/sasha2gl7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFREJcq4z7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/rXRAH-DjRqs/s400/sasha2gl7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211865597880094642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My yard used to resemble a little fairytale-esque wood, but the once flowing grass has since been mowed to nonexistence and has dried and shriveled to a sad shade of tan. Depression =( On the bright side, we still have plenty of woodland critters, with a countless number of new  baby squirrels. We came across an injured one today, as a matter of fact, and we are positive one of our dogs got to it. He was rushed to our local humane society and we are sure he will be alright. The fruit trees are also flourishing beautifully and I will soon have an abundance of yummy summer sustenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, however, in serious need of a get-away. Home life has been sitting on the mundane -- not to mention &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stressful&lt;/span&gt; -- side, and I just wish I could go on vacation somewhere lovely and exciting. Or maybe relaxing. Yes, I think I could some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt; relaxation at this moment in time. The official start of summer is rapidly approaching, and it couldn't come soon enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beach trip&lt;/span&gt;? I'm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-5727657956910984286?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5727657956910984286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=5727657956910984286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5727657956910984286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5727657956910984286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-inspiration-and-life.html' title='More Inspiration and Life'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SFREIl0iorI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qYw4_DtMiwk/s72-c/sasha1iq9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-221638189969854400</id><published>2008-06-12T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:32:02.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Update</title><content type='html'>In a previous post I spoke of finding three itty-bitty kitties by the railroad tracks. We went back last night -- or rather early this morning, at about 1:00 -- and they were still there, being as cute as ever. We managed to catch them, after nearly two hours of failed attempts, and brought them back home. My oh my, were they a handful! The little black one was quite skiddish and hissed every time we got too close. He even nipped and clawed a bit. The other two were very calm in temperament and rather inquisitive. One even managed to escape from the cage that we were keeping them in and put up quite the chase. She hid behind a bookcase in the front living room and then managed to dart to our other living room and shimmy behind the wood burning fireplace. It was extremely frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up nearly the entire night with them, and slept (from about six to nine) on the living room floor in the main house. I would have liked to have been able to take them back into my room, but alas, I have two pups who wouldn't have been too happy about that. It was a long night, to say the least. We handed all three off today to a friend who is a certified Animal Planet rescuer and who has experience in fostering kitties. I miss them already, but I know they will find wonderfully loving homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing short of lethargic today, and I am feeling quite ill at that. I think I am done with rescuing kittens for a while, though it did bring me an indescribable joy to do something like this. I have a deep motherly instinct, and I feel the need to nurture every chance I get. I hope the kitties will be happy in time, though they are very scared and confused at this point. I completely love the fact that I am a crazy cat lady. It's kind of fun... and completely exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for little a cat nap? I think so. (haha! Get it? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CAT &lt;/span&gt;nap? Oh boy, I crack myself up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-221638189969854400?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/221638189969854400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=221638189969854400' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/221638189969854400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/221638189969854400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/kitty-update.html' title='Kitty Update'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-235506165475534592</id><published>2008-06-11T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:10:44.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusions</title><content type='html'>I would like announce that I am hopelessly in love with chocolate dipped Oreos. I can't control myself. I think I am in need of professional help. In other news, here is a little poetry for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illusion lies in your hands tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for something wrong to make this right.&lt;br /&gt;But the only illusion is there inside your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're dancing beneath a purple sky.&lt;br /&gt;The writhing ground won't ask us why.&lt;br /&gt;We shake the air with laughter as time floats by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words that you let fall behind,&lt;br /&gt;From your dripping mouth as we all unwind.&lt;br /&gt;We all fall down to the illusions in our mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love not knowing what I'm trying to say. It's fun. Go dark poetry, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-235506165475534592?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/235506165475534592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=235506165475534592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/235506165475534592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/235506165475534592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/illusions.html' title='Illusions'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-6226549708570813694</id><published>2008-06-10T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T00:04:16.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing Withdrawal</title><content type='html'>I honestly can't remember the last time that I made a fashion-related purchase, and I am going through serious withdrawal. My mum has cut off my funds, so to speak, and it has been an incredibly damaging blow to my happiness. Fashion is an integral part of my life, and I feel that I am rapidly running out of clothes that tickle my fancy. I have outgrown the style of most of the things that I own, and I'm craving something new and pretty. Materialistic? Maybe just a little, but I can't help it. This &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a fashion blog, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few cures to my current ailment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE9jDC3svuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Am7UhJjIaAc/s1600-h/kneesock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE9jDC3svuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Am7UhJjIaAc/s400/kneesock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210492197852200674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Knee Socks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; They have always reminded me of the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Clueless&lt;/span&gt;, which is not entirely a bad thing. I remember attempting to dress like Cher and friends with little skirts and white knee socks when I was younger, and the resurgence of this style brings me back. It's very nostalgic for me, so I suppose that is why I am digging it so much. The styling of the socks today is more cheeky-sophisticate than ditzy teen. I love the way they look with oxford heels and full skirts, and I really liking the way Peaches pairs them with her Hunter wellies. They are also great to pull up over tights on cooler days, and I really like layering two pairs in contrasting shades. I would love to have an array of colors and textures to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE9o_PSGUzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vzna5Po32-U/s1600-h/oxfords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 362px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE9o_PSGUzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vzna5Po32-U/s400/oxfords.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210498729534444338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oxford Heels &amp;amp; Ballet Flats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; I am in desperate need of new shoes. I really want something with a little quirk, because I feel that shoes are a perfect outlet for self expression. I don't know how much I want to spend here, but these &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=shoes&amp;amp;sub%5Fcategory=&amp;amp;search%5Fsize=&amp;amp;search%5Fcolor=&amp;amp;search%5Fprice=&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2047115583&amp;amp;Page=all#"&gt;Forever 21 oxford heels&lt;/a&gt; (pictured above, but I really like them in black too) are dirt cheap and cute to boot. I also really love &lt;a href="http://www.shopbop.com/penelope-high-heel-oxford-pump/vp/v=1/845524441811511.htm?folderID=2534374302023681&amp;amp;fm=search-shopbysize"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;. Green &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; on sale? Yes, please! Let's not even get me started on flats. I once had an adorable, patent cream pair with little bows. I bought them about two years ago, and loved them dearly, but then my doggie Coco decided to have them for lunch one day. This has prompted me to be a bit wary of purchasing cute shoes. I won't go into too much detail here, but all I can say is that my shoe collection now is almost entirely made up of, um, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flipflops&lt;/span&gt;. Yea... enough said. I really don't want to waste all of my shoe money yet, however, since I am trying to save up for the Miu Miu F/W08 heels that I blogged of a few posts back. They are basically love =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE90qcv7i3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BZgMgH-buX4/s1600-h/ruffledskirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 355px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE90qcv7i3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BZgMgH-buX4/s400/ruffledskirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210511566511508338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ruffled Skirts -&lt;/span&gt; There was a time when all I would wear were frilly, flouncy skirts. I owned a formidable collection which contained an array of colors, shapes, and sizes. The magnitude of my skirt assortment has since dwindled, thanks to the fact that I have given most of them away. I once let a girl borrow my favorite of the bunch -- a peach, ruffled, silk chiffon confection -- only to have her return it to me with the tiers half torn off, stained, and utterly destroyed. Very sad, I know. I think I might have cried a little. I now mostly live in denim, but I would really like to build my now-tiny collection (if you can&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; even&lt;/span&gt; call it that)  of skirts back up to its previous magnificence. It's warming up, and I am in need of something stylish and heat-friendly. I'm drooling over the satin tiers of one pictured above, which can be purchased &lt;a href="http://www.oli.co.uk/Web/main/productdisplay.asp?An=673&amp;amp;A=38E122%5FL&amp;amp;N=426+673+697+715+4294967185&amp;amp;Nao=80&amp;amp;Au=P%5FMasterItem&amp;amp;Nu=P%5FMasterItem&amp;amp;Ns=P%5FColour%7C0%7C%7CP%5FSize%7C0&amp;amp;cm_sp=Oli_Recommends-_-productdisplay-_-38E122#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and I really love &lt;a href="http://thevintagesociety.blogspot.com/2008/04/instant-outfit-ruffled-skirt.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post from The Vintage Society. While the outfits are lovely, the 90's theme completely draws me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the 90's, I have to admit that it will always be my favorite era. It is the time of my childhood, and I have so many fun memories from back then: the music, the clothes, the Spice Girls. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; all of that, so I am ecstatic that the style of that decade is back with a vengeance. I am really tempted to throw a 90's themed party sometime this summer. Everyone will dress in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Clueless&lt;/span&gt; style, I'll play No Doubt's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tragic Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;, and we will watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Spice World&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Good Burger&lt;/span&gt; (does anyone remember that movie?). Ahh, I can just see it now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who wants to come? Party time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-6226549708570813694?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6226549708570813694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=6226549708570813694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/6226549708570813694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/6226549708570813694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/experiencing-withdrawal.html' title='Experiencing Withdrawal'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE9jDC3svuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Am7UhJjIaAc/s72-c/kneesock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-5565137490934702345</id><published>2008-06-10T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:56:08.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration and Life</title><content type='html'>My mood as of late has been cast over with a dark shadow that I can't seem to shake away. It is a strange shift from my usual happy-go-lucky perspective, but I find myself relating to and being extremely inspired by all of the hauntingly ethereal photographs that I have been seeing. They are simple and beautiful, with a pinch of creepiness. I just really love the feeling that these give off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE5GgYqbXKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ywQ3e2YJc40/s1600-h/haunting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE5GgYqbXKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ywQ3e2YJc40/s400/haunting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210179341104405666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photograph is the definition of my current mood. Tragically romantic and slightly morose, with an old-world charm embracing it all. I would give anything to be there right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE5Ggm3Nc5I/AAAAAAAAALY/fu5OlBwq_wk/s1600-h/thehouseonthehillbwae01yh4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE5Ggm3Nc5I/AAAAAAAAALY/fu5OlBwq_wk/s400/thehouseonthehillbwae01yh4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210179344916116370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first sight, this picture seems to be an illustration meant to accompany a children's fairytale. Yet there, in the window, peers a pair of creepy children. Things are indeed not always what they appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE5Gg-T9Z2I/AAAAAAAAALg/TdKZ3S4CK60/s1600-h/rodneysmith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE5Gg-T9Z2I/AAAAAAAAALg/TdKZ3S4CK60/s400/rodneysmith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210179351210714978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This makes me think of different periods of time. The first, on the left, appears to take place in modern times, and the second looks as if it could have been taken a decade ago in the same place. It really provokes me to wonder what was happening hundreds of years ago where I am standing now. It actually very strange to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE5Ggw3sVQI/AAAAAAAAALo/k2SK3884Wu0/s1600-h/thehouseonthehillbwae09wi5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE5Ggw3sVQI/AAAAAAAAALo/k2SK3884Wu0/s400/thehouseonthehillbwae09wi5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210179347602494722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More creepy children. I love the sense of danger depicted here, and it is really just a beautiful photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE5GhEdesPI/AAAAAAAAALw/yhz-2vQe8LM/s1600-h/vogueitaliacatlady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE5GhEdesPI/AAAAAAAAALw/yhz-2vQe8LM/s400/vogueitaliacatlady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210179352861257970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight, on my way home from the bookstore a town over, I came across a band of three impossibly tiny kittens. They were living in a bush that was situated between the street and railroad tracks, and they were playing, pouncing upon each other, and looking way to cute. So, of course, I had to stop and see them. They couldn't have been more than a few weeks old and they were scarily frail and skinny. I went to the grocery store down the street and picked up two cans of fancy feast and a bottle of milk for them. They gobbled it all down like it was going out of style. My babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even like cats, but I wanted to take them home &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; very badly. I really didn't know what to do, since they're basically wild and they were very frightened of me. We had to leave them, but I'm planning on going back tomorrow to make sure they are okay and I will probably call an animal shelter to come help. I don't know if a cat randomly gave birth, or if some heartless fool dumped them, but I already love and want them all. There was a black, white, and calico, and I named them Robber, Minky, and Bandit, respectively. Yes, I know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;named them&lt;/span&gt;. Oy! I already have two little pups, but I fear that I am rapidly morphing into a crazy cat lady. Or animal lady. Or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my life story for the day. I think it's time for sleep. I miss the kitties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-5565137490934702345?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5565137490934702345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=5565137490934702345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5565137490934702345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5565137490934702345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/inspiration-and-life.html' title='Inspiration and Life'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE5GgYqbXKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ywQ3e2YJc40/s72-c/haunting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-4168412504935453669</id><published>2008-06-09T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:42:03.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Object of Lust:  Hervé Léger</title><content type='html'>The Hervé Léger bandage dress is favorite of Hollywood starlets, being as ubiquitous on the red carpet as a Mystic tan and highlights -- and it really isn't too hard to see why. The structured bandaging of this dress hugs curves and shapes them into perfect proportion, all the while flattering just about any body type. It will boost the assets of a petite girl, and yet shape and hold in any wobbly bits for curvier ladies. It is the sneakiest shapewear I have ever laid eyes on, and I find it to be rather magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE2fSGWGOkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AnsM4jKG2gA/s1600-h/Herv%C3%A9+L%C3%A9ger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE2fSGWGOkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AnsM4jKG2gA/s400/Herv%C3%A9+L%C3%A9ger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209995477227289154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is my absolute favorite. It is basic in hue, while the shimmering sequin finish achieves the perfect balance between classy and sassy. It is flashy without being overtly so, and it simply makes my heart go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gasp&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE2fSnFwbOI/AAAAAAAAALA/MIb9SFAl6Wk/s1600-h/Herv%C3%A9+L%C3%A9ger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE2fSnFwbOI/AAAAAAAAALA/MIb9SFAl6Wk/s400/Herv%C3%A9+L%C3%A9ger2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209995486017121506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The shade of this dress is completely beautiful. I love the black color blocking, placed flatteringly below the bust, and the curved-out hemline. It is painfully perfect for a cocktail party. Pair with heels and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE2fTBqE_WI/AAAAAAAAALI/w_wTSqFTu0E/s1600-h/Herv%C3%A9+L%C3%A9ger3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE2fTBqE_WI/AAAAAAAAALI/w_wTSqFTu0E/s400/Herv%C3%A9+L%C3%A9ger3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209995493148786018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you want the benefits of the bandaging, but dread appearing too loudly sexy, this simple piece will fulfill your needs. Little black dresses are always classic, and this shape lends that little extra &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oomph&lt;/span&gt;. You could wear this frock nearly anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cost for such a dress can't possibly be too low, and, alas, the prices range from $700 to over $2,000. I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;majorly&lt;/span&gt; lusting here. If you are lucky enough to be able to afford one of these lovelies, you can find them all &lt;a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/Shop/Designers/Herve_Leger/Clothing"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and you can consider me highly jealous. What I wouldn't do to get my little hands on this miracle garment. Ah, well, perhaps one day. Perhaps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-4168412504935453669?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4168412504935453669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=4168412504935453669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/4168412504935453669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/4168412504935453669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/object-of-lust-herv-lger.html' title='Object of Lust:  Hervé Léger'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SE2fSGWGOkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AnsM4jKG2gA/s72-c/Herv%C3%A9+L%C3%A9ger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-3888685529150337683</id><published>2008-06-09T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T02:28:06.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging: Leather Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEz2PL_2oQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PU9M_p_XEOY/s1600-h/leatherpants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEz2PL_2oQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PU9M_p_XEOY/s400/leatherpants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209809609739903234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately, I have been inexplicably drawn to a certain tight, shiny, rockstar-esque garment. Yes, you guess it: leather pants. I really have no idea where this recent spout of obsession came from, but I can't control the fantasies that have been occupying my mind. I can just imagine myself up on stage, rocking out, and becoming devastatingly sweaty all whilst in a skinny, jet black pair of these neat little trousers. There is just something about them that fascinates me. While they are highly inconvenient -- all that shimmying just to get them past your knees? yikes! -- there is something so daring and rebellious about them, which is immensely intriguing to a goody two-shoes such as myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my joy when I opened this month's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nylon&lt;/span&gt; magazine to see a bit on my beloved pants --  which, consequentially, only made me long for a pair that much more. They really wouldn't be of much use until fall arrives -- and I would definitely need to lose a little to fit into a pair the way that I would like -- so I think I will sit on it for a while. Maybe I could try some black &lt;a href="http://store.americanapparel.net/rnt38.html#i"&gt;American Apparel Nylon Tricot Leggings&lt;/a&gt; -- which are an easy cheat for leather pants -- to see how the look suits me. I am going to have to express my rebellious side somehow, though I hope it will be with my legs swathed in leather rather than, oh say a tattoo. Although I must say I have been considering trying one of those out as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or... am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-3888685529150337683?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3888685529150337683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=3888685529150337683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/3888685529150337683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/3888685529150337683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/digging-leather-pants.html' title='Digging: Leather Pants'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEz2PL_2oQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PU9M_p_XEOY/s72-c/leatherpants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-4899358272044468632</id><published>2008-06-09T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:40:46.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days Ahead</title><content type='html'>So, I just finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Rumors&lt;/span&gt; -- the sequel to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Luxe&lt;/span&gt;, by Anna Godbersen -- last night. All I can say is that I cried. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a baby&lt;/span&gt;. It was everything I expected and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much more. I was actually surprised by the ending, which is a very rare occurrence for me indeed. I can't wait for the next book! Eee! I have gone through five novels in the past month, and I'm slightly melancholy because none of my favorite books will be released until August. This streak will be ended by the next installment in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; series, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;, by my beloved Stephenie Meyer It will be a big reward for such a long wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I won't have much time to read this summer, anyway. I seem to have a rather busy season ahead of me: Portland, Oregon during the first week of July for my cousin's wedding; my birthday (July 13th) is the week after that; the Western States Youth Gathering in Anaheim, CA from the end of July into August; and then hopefully New York in August as well. I am also considering an additional trip to L.A. somewhere in between it all. Phew! I am in fact looking forward to such an abounding summer since I usually don't have much to do. I think this will really be my season. The summer of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;. That has quite a nice ring to it, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are your summer plans? It seems a lot of people have so much going on, even more than I do! It's sure to be fun, I can't wait =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-4899358272044468632?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4899358272044468632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=4899358272044468632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/4899358272044468632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/4899358272044468632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/days-ahead.html' title='The Days Ahead'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-3086827120388086544</id><published>2008-06-07T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T03:44:59.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweats, Dresses, and the Blurred Line</title><content type='html'>So, first off, I just have to say that this is the funniest thing I have ever seen. Hehe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEpbRaByroI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UuRsvawL5oQ/s1600-h/i-dunno-i-think-youre-jealous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEpbRaByroI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UuRsvawL5oQ/s400/i-dunno-i-think-youre-jealous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209076273610141314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;Natalie Dee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can bet most of us fashion-lovers have experienced a situation similar to this. In a world where most consider pajama pants "casual" and jeans "dressy", it can be difficult to express your style without feeling overdressed. We live in a comfort-conscious era, and it really bothers me sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I love getting comfy as much as anyone, but I honestly think that there is a time and place for that. Leave the fuzzy slippers at home, please. Oh, and unless you are jogging or off to the gym, the sweatpants too. Thanks. The things I see some people wearing leave me cold, bare, and wondering "wear has the world's creativity gone?". It seems the line has been severely blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I love classic-casual attire (and I practically live in jeans), I am so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tired &lt;/span&gt;of these Holli-Crombie kids running around, thinking that they are just the most fashionable thing that has ever happened. Though I will admit that I once fell into this category -- with my first job even being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; Hollister Co. -- I must say that I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; over that scene. My best guy friends both currently work at Hollister (which I suppose is okay for boys), but I long for something greater. Being the wallflower that I am, I find myself afraid to dress up a bit around most of my friends. God forbid I stand out, right? Most of the time it feels like I am completely surrounded by this casual world and it's sweatpants-wearing inhabitants. I think I may even be starting to drown a little. I can't wait for the day when I live in a big city, far from my little fashion-deprived suburbia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I shouldn't be so afraid to express myself, since my philosophy is 'who cares?', but I still do feel slightly held back the majority of the time. Maybe I should just rebel. Maybe I will throw on a cocktail dress and heels for my next grocery store run. Or I could always take the dogs to the park whilst wearing a runway inspired, avant-garde ensemble. I'll be sure to get more than a few onlookers for that one! All I know is that I shouldn't be fearful of fashion. I need to learn to stand out a bit in this drab world. I do, after all, love the spotlight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does anyone else feel my pain? I would really love to hear different takes on this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-3086827120388086544?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3086827120388086544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=3086827120388086544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/3086827120388086544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/3086827120388086544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweats-dresses-and-blurred-line.html' title='Sweats, Dresses, and the Blurred Line'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEpbRaByroI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UuRsvawL5oQ/s72-c/i-dunno-i-think-youre-jealous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-2621704196619422200</id><published>2008-06-06T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T04:34:47.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I am constantly talking about inspiration here at The Decadent Life, and I must say that I am inspired by almost everything. If I have one goal in life, it is to help people seek out the things that inspire them the most. Here is what inspires me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sofia Coppola's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marie Antoinette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEd7ncDe0cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/h-BjJFsUSzY/s1600-h/marie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEd7ncDe0cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/h-BjJFsUSzY/s400/marie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208267411553178050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEkTB9nfDSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Hims2C9z_R8/s1600-h/marie-antoinette-410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEkTB9nfDSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Hims2C9z_R8/s400/marie-antoinette-410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208715368471661858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them eat cake! (I know, I know, sorry. I just had to say it!) Sofia Coppola's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Marie Antoinette&lt;/span&gt; is, without a doubt, the list-topper for inspiration. I have seen this movie far too many times to count, and I am way past obsessed with the pastry-deliciousness of the pastel colors, the ruffly frills, and the ultra-luxury of 18th century Versailles. This film is the definition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;decadence&lt;/span&gt;. Those costumes! Those cakes! That hair! For lack of a better description, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Marie Antoinette&lt;/span&gt; is nothing less than an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eyegasm&lt;/span&gt;. It is an aesthetic treat all around, with confectionery style to spare. My 18th birthday party last year did revolve around a bit of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Marie&lt;/span&gt; theme, with pastel pink, turquoise, and yellow frosted cupcakes and a night topped off with a screening of the film. I love everything about Sofia Coppola's interpretation of this historical figure, and I can't help but to be positively inspired when it comes to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Marie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;, circa. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love. Angel. Music. Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEkMT9vq5BI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9klkMgHhFoU/s1600-h/gwen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEkMT9vq5BI/AAAAAAAAAJs/9klkMgHhFoU/s400/gwen2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208707981162243090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEkMUPn6yWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tws_RTiPHYo/s1600-h/gwen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEkMUPn6yWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tws_RTiPHYo/s400/gwen1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208707985961568610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gwen completely embodies the whimsical spirit that I live for. I have always admired her style and spunk (even way back in her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gwenstefani.hu/main/typical/bindi.jpg"&gt;Tragic Kingdom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days), because she has always dressed in a way that was all her own. She is always reinventing herself, and yet after all of these years -- and styles -- that she has been through, she is still that same Gwen. She is fearless with what she wears, and that is incredibly inspiring to me. I love that she put this high fashion spin on Alice in Wonderland, because, as we know, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt;. She has gotten some major slack for more than a few of her ensemble's -- and she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; be extremely costumey-- but she wears it all in such an 'I don't care' kind of way. That is why I love her. I really believe that if you love something, it shouldn't matter. I also loved her in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Rich Girl&lt;/span&gt; video, for which, very sadly, I couldn't find any pictures that would do her justice. So instead I, um, decided to just go ahead and post the video =) Hope you don't mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="false" height="255" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v9142569&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="false" src="http://d.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v9142569&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1" height="255" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember dancing around my living room like crazy when this video was first on TRL. It inspired me then and it's still inspiring me now. I just can't help but to move around and long to be a gyrating pirate swinging on an anchor... yes, I am definitely a dork. In all, Gwen embraces what she loves, and you've got to love that. She is a bit tomboy, a bit princess, and a million bits fashionista. In my eyes, Gwen has always been -- and will always be -- one of the greatest fashion icons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say, some of my biggest and ever-changing inspiration comes from my fellow fashion bloggers. I visit maybe 20-30 blogs per day, and I am always finding new and exciting ones to read. I am constantly amazed by what people have to say, and it is inspiring to see that there is this enormous fashion-blog community that shares my dream. There is &lt;a href="http://galadarling.com/static/shop"&gt;Gala&lt;/a&gt;, who is like your own personal life coach, fashion adviser, and inspirational cheerleader wrapped into one, cupcake-loving gal. There is Susie Bubble of &lt;a href="http://stylebubble.typepad.com/style_bubble/"&gt;Style Bubble&lt;/a&gt;, who has a style that I couldn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begin&lt;/span&gt; to emulate. It is completely unique to her, and I love that. Noel from &lt;a href="http://misscouturable.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Couturable&lt;/a&gt; is a sophisticated teen who possesses great style and strong opinions, and who shares my love for pretty things. There's Connie from &lt;a href="http://prettylegit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pretty Legit&lt;/a&gt;, who's one of the best dressed -- and witty-- girls I've seen. Both she and the always interesting Casey from &lt;a href="http://teenfashionista.blogspot.com/"&gt;TeenFashionista&lt;/a&gt; are interning at Teen Vogue this summer -- be jealous. I could really go on and on here, but I will spare you. Just take a look at my blogroll and you will understand how inspiring these girls are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what inspires you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-2621704196619422200?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2621704196619422200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=2621704196619422200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/2621704196619422200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/2621704196619422200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-constantly-talking-about.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEd7ncDe0cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/h-BjJFsUSzY/s72-c/marie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-7859385701213669848</id><published>2008-06-05T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:42:09.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resort Roundup: Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Resort collections continued:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Valentino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEibz1eRnYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tSCxxn8aero/s1600-h/valentinoresortfull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEibz1eRnYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tSCxxn8aero/s400/valentinoresortfull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208584283883675010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Valentino was all-around elegant. I still can't get over all of the gowns, especially the two featured here. I love the light, airy sleeves of the peach gown, and floaty ruffles of the pale, seafoam-green one make my heart skip beats. They are all absolutely stunning, if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Versace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEib0D1kdGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/E30Dt2Eh4F0/s1600-h/versaceresortfull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEib0D1kdGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/E30Dt2Eh4F0/s400/versaceresortfull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208584287739475042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Versace had a mix of slightly militant looks and ultra-glam pieces. Those traffic-stopping, punchy hues are incredibly sexy. The almost-neon orange of the skirt and jacket ensemble is surprisingly wearable in such casual shapes. Goddess gowns are pretty much a staple at Versace, and that's why we love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Zac Posen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEib0B0GrWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/O3cKgslgHZg/s1600-h/zacposenresort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEib0B0GrWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/O3cKgslgHZg/s400/zacposenresort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208584287196458338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zac Posen was perhaps my favorite of all. The collection is extremely wearable in every way, and it has some pretty gorgeous dresses. I love all of these here equally, because they all go with different occasions.The first is casual enough for class, yet polished enough for brunch. The second is perfect for nights on the town with its eye-catching sparkle and leg-baring hemline. The third is elegant and formal without being stuffy, and Empire dresses are flattering for everyone. I love anything that works on multiple occasions, and the fourth can be dressed up or down to fit your needs. I would be more than happy if this was all that my wardrobe consisted of. *dreams wistfully*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;From Left: Rachel Roy, Tory Burch, Fendi, Douglas Hannant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEib0XqxMnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DNQvljOMmIA/s1600-h/miscresort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEib0XqxMnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DNQvljOMmIA/s400/miscresort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208584293062881906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were kind of the miscellaneous ones that caught my eye. I really adore the casual appeal of Tory Burch, and that Fendi frock is to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That about does it! You can view all of the collections &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/fashionshows/collections/2009RST/runwayshows"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now excuse me while I daydream of frolicking about in these marvelous  outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-7859385701213669848?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7859385701213669848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=7859385701213669848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/7859385701213669848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/7859385701213669848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/resort-roundup-part-2.html' title='Resort Roundup: Part 2'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEibz1eRnYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tSCxxn8aero/s72-c/valentinoresortfull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-111505106725040733</id><published>2008-06-05T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:05:39.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resort Roundup: Part 1</title><content type='html'>In keeping with the resort theme of my last post, here is what I loved the most out of all of the collections:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Chanel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEiT-3QyfkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VO-NVnhm2L0/s1600-h/chanelresortfull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEiT-3QyfkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VO-NVnhm2L0/s400/chanelresortfull.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208575677249519170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chanel had its usual classy elegance. I really enjoyed these three looks, especially the dress in the middle. It is simple, but the flower appliqués add that extra touch. Chanel is always a favorite, and I wouldn't expect anything less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Christian Dior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEiTsS7NuVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7S_6y6V5vts/s1600-h/christiandiorresort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEiTsS7NuVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7S_6y6V5vts/s400/christiandiorresort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208575358257707346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ahh, good old Christian Dior. We can always count on him to put on a show, and that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; what he did with this collection. Perhaps the most visually stimulating of the shows, it was filled with vivid colors and presented a very youthful, fun vibe. There was an abundance of ethnic prints and breezy fabrics that I couldn't help but to drool over a bit. It doesn't hurt that the models hair and make-up looked impeccably glamorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oscar de la Renta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEiTs6oud0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/QCETrqNu0LM/s1600-h/oscardelarentaresort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEiTs6oud0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/QCETrqNu0LM/s400/oscardelarentaresort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208575368917579586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, Oscar, I am in heaven. There were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;far &lt;/span&gt;too many favorites to post, so I had to whittle my list down to these lovelies. I adore how the blue gown resembles foaming ocean waves, and the black lace cocktail dress in nothing short of amazing. With its tropical feel and classic elegance, this collection was well-rounded and cohesive . Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Stella McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEiTtnQRTrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HJzquhukrbc/s1600-h/stellamccartneyresort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEiTtnQRTrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HJzquhukrbc/s400/stellamccartneyresort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208575380894600882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stella McCartney was very natural and effortless, with gorgeously simple frocks and perfectly proportioned layered looks. I usually don't care for neutral tones, but Stella puts them together in such a way that makes my heart melt. A flower in the hair is all you need to complete this easy look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More favorites to come in Part 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-111505106725040733?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111505106725040733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=111505106725040733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/111505106725040733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/111505106725040733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/resort-roundup-part-1.html' title='Resort Roundup: Part 1'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEiT-3QyfkI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VO-NVnhm2L0/s72-c/chanelresortfull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-9017392808137103522</id><published>2008-06-04T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:35:19.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Resort</title><content type='html'>I must say that I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; considering marriage to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Michael Kors Resort 2009&lt;/span&gt; collection. It is painfully effortless with just the right amount of classy-casual. Tie-dye and lapis prints collide with retro cuts and classic shapes to give birth to something completely new and gorgeous. Here are my favorites of the bunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEeRrA4Df4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/by8pTdR7skY/s1600-h/mkr2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEeRrA4Df4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/by8pTdR7skY/s400/mkr2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208291662232780674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEeRnoaZb5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/_UJH0Sz58Rk/s1600-h/mkr3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEeRnoaZb5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/_UJH0Sz58Rk/s400/mkr3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208291604126330770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEeRihsFYGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wo5HhHd11g4/s1600-h/mkr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEeRihsFYGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wo5HhHd11g4/s400/mkr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208291516422119522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't you just imagine donning those fabulous swimsuits at an ultra-sophisticated pool party? I picture myself wearing one of the maxi-dresses or tie-dyed caftans to an evening beach-house soirée-- and sipping a fruity drink to match. I am&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; especially&lt;/span&gt; drooling over the one-shouldered, belted turquoise dress. Its shape is polished and refined, while the print lends a carefree allure. In all, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Michael Kors Resort 2009&lt;/span&gt; is glamorously breezy and all-around preppy. Click &lt;a href="http://www.trendmill.com/articles_view/973"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the complete collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-9017392808137103522?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9017392808137103522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=9017392808137103522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/9017392808137103522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/9017392808137103522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-resort.html' title='The Best Resort'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEeRrA4Df4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/by8pTdR7skY/s72-c/mkr2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-3053866248941393240</id><published>2008-06-04T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:20:04.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEcXUZyFB2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/w1KQXTF87iA/s1600-h/cuppies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEcXUZyFB2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/w1KQXTF87iA/s320/cuppies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208157133363021666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Joyeux Anniversaire&lt;/span&gt;, The Decadent Life! Today we are officially one month old. Can you believe it? My my, how old we are getting! Okay, okay, all joking aside, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; officially arrived at the one-month mark, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;, I am just a wee bit excited about it. I have made it through the trial-and-error period (mostly) unscathed, and I feel that a bit of celebration is in order. You know, I never miss out on a chance for cupcakes! I would also like to say thank you to everyone who has supported me through this dorky little time, and I hope to inspire whoever I can through my daily musings. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who's down to bake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-3053866248941393240?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3053866248941393240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=3053866248941393240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/3053866248941393240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/3053866248941393240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/joyeux-anniversaire-decadent-life-today.html' title='One Month Down'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEcXUZyFB2I/AAAAAAAAAGI/w1KQXTF87iA/s72-c/cuppies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-3300394337420989968</id><published>2008-06-04T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:56:23.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>As I sit here eating my midnight PB&amp;amp;J sandwich and typing with sticky, strawberry fingers, I ponder what I can do to give &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Decadent Life&lt;/span&gt; more structure. I have come to the conclusion that I actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; structure, and therefore will have as little of it as possible! I have, however, decided to do some sort of weekly feature, or rather, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Obsession&lt;/span&gt;. An &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; is a persistent &lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;preoccupation with an often unreasonable idea or feeling, and let's face it, we all obsess from time to time. Though, I do believe that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; obsessions are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt; from unreasonable. I'm sure you will all agree that there is nothing yummier than a pretty little treat =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Here is what I am currently going gaga over:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEZS2W9uUkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8AmRNQI5aT0/s1600-h/tarinaheadband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEZS2W9uUkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8AmRNQI5aT0/s320/tarinaheadband.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207941112931439170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being the avid Gossip Girl fan that I am, I have developed an unfaltering partiality for embellished headbands. This &lt;a href="http://www.tarinatarantino.com/productcart/pc/viewPrd.asp?idcategory=4&amp;amp;idproduct=6298"&gt;Pink Linen Flower Tarina Tarantino&lt;/a&gt; confection is positively obsession-worthy. It is soft and feminine with a girlish, shabby-chic allure, and is adorned with some of my favorite things: bows, flowers, and Swarovski crystals. The fact that it resembles a little cotton candy puff is just the cherry on top. It is also available in black, but I must say that I prefer the innocent, dainty look of this soft, pink treat. This obsession can be yours for $163. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-3300394337420989968?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3300394337420989968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=3300394337420989968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/3300394337420989968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/3300394337420989968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEZS2W9uUkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8AmRNQI5aT0/s72-c/tarinaheadband.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-6863570946149169929</id><published>2008-06-03T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:09:07.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Daily Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEYfEboWd9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/QjU4fNp8LuE/s1600-h/rumors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEYfEboWd9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/QjU4fNp8LuE/s320/rumors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207884180097497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The It Girl: Tempted&lt;/span&gt;, last night. It was only average in my opinion, with nothing too interesting taking place. Oh well. They can't all be winners, right? I am, however, desperately looking forward to picking up the just-released &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Luxe&lt;/span&gt; sequel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Rumors&lt;/span&gt;. There are few novels that I have enjoyed as much as &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Luxe&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Rumors&lt;/span&gt; is sure to satisfy. This series is set in the Victorian era at the turn of the 19th century, and I entirely adore period pieces. Review of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Rumors&lt;/span&gt; to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEYhIGB4NcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HtijWY9Enxc/s1600-h/mac_cool_heat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEYhIGB4NcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/HtijWY9Enxc/s320/mac_cool_heat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207886442041718210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also highly anticipating the next MAC collection, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cool Heat&lt;/span&gt;. With it's breathtaking array of brilliant blue and minty green eyeshadows, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cool Heat&lt;/span&gt; sets my heart a-flutter. Also included are five new luscious Slimshine lipsticks and a new scent. I can't wait for this to hit stores! This collection really captures the essence of summer and epitomizes everything that I love about it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cool Heat&lt;/span&gt; will be available on June 12th. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-6863570946149169929?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6863570946149169929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=6863570946149169929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/6863570946149169929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/6863570946149169929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/daily-word.html' title='The Daily Word'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEYfEboWd9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/QjU4fNp8LuE/s72-c/rumors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-5788318419574095469</id><published>2008-06-02T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:56:06.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>As I read through my blog, I realized, with shock and horror, that I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; veered from the fashion path. While this is not specifically a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fashion&lt;/span&gt; blog (I like to think it more a of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;lifestyle&lt;/span&gt; thing), I do want to maintain a certain fashion-centric air to it all.&lt;br /&gt;So, without further a do, here are some of the stylish confections that make my heart give out a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;gasp&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEPqRsTokQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/298URLy8KZc/s1600-h/miumiufw08shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEPqRsTokQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/298URLy8KZc/s400/miumiufw08shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207263183842611458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I honestly don't have much to say about the clothes in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Miu Miu&lt;/span&gt; Fall/Winter 08 show, but the shoes are an entirely different story. 'Favorite' does not even begin to describe what designer &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Miuccia Prada&lt;/span&gt; is to me. She is inspirational and creates the most amazingly whimsical shoes I have ever seen. Both &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Prada&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Miu Miu's&lt;/span&gt; Spring collections contained an abundance of fairytale pumps -- with which I am still utterly obsessed -- and this season is no different. I especially adore the pair on the upper right. I can't get over those shimmering ruby, black, and white sequins and the dainty little strap. And just look at that heel! It is chunky and yet completely elegant and graceful at the same time. Who new such a combination could work in such stunning harmony? I suppose it is no secret that I am a sucker for unique shoes. I just love that little extra something that sets these confections apart from the pack. Though it's true some may find them ugly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can't get enough. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SES8r0v0MtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Gfblz4JSQt4/s1600-h/butterflyclip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 204px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SES8r0v0MtI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Gfblz4JSQt4/s400/butterflyclip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207494530226729682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the look of a feminine, colorful, feather butterfly in the hair. You could pop this little guy into a poufy updo for an ethereal feel, or use it to clip the front pieces of your hair to the side for more of a statement. The point is to make it seem as if the butterfly just happened to land on your head and then decided to stay put. I love them in bright colors for a stand-out look, though you could also find glittery versions in a neutral tone to match your hair. You really can't go wrong with these gorgeous, fairy-like creatures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SETFV9WC5nI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fW06CzS-yeo/s1600-h/runway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SETFV9WC5nI/AAAAAAAAAFg/fW06CzS-yeo/s400/runway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207504050182088306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though summer has not even begun, I seem to be highly anticipating the months of fall and winter. Colder weather does allow for more creativity to be put into an ensemble, so I suppose that is what I am looking forward to most. I am dreaming of the days when I can pull on a pair of luxurious tights, stomp around in big, knee-high boots, and don an elegant, holiday-party frock. I crave the decadent plaid that was all over Ralph Lauren, the gorgeous full skirts seen at Etro, and the ladylike dresses paired with gloves from Lanvin. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;I really hate to betray the season in which I was born, but how am I supposed to accessorize in this heat? I miss being bundled up, and tights certainly do not pair well with the summer sun. Autumn will be knocking on my door soon enough, and I can bet I will be missing the sunshine when that first winter chill hits me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Here's to never being satisfied!&lt;/span&gt; Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about it for now, but I have made a vow to keep the content of this site up to par. As much as I know how you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; enjoy my poetry (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;note the sarcasm!&lt;/span&gt;), it isn't what I want this blog to be about. Suggestions and comments are always welcome =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we all need to step back and really figure out what it is that we are doing, and what is it that we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to be doing. Life is ever changing, and that will always be reflected in the work that we do. I recently posted about the super-fun &lt;a href="http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-wear-competition.html"&gt;How to Wear...&lt;/a&gt; contest, by the amazing Gala Darling of &lt;a href="http://www.galadarling.com/"&gt;iCiNG&lt;/a&gt;. Gala's winning picks --which were posted yesterday-- were met with outrage by many of her readers, and what was supposed to be a fun thing turned into criticism about the &lt;a href="http://www.galadarling.com/"&gt;iCiNG&lt;/a&gt; blog in its entirety. Many complained that the content has changed and lost its integrity, but I really think that change is to always be expected. As humans, we grow and change, and of course that is going to come through in whatever it is that we do. I can sympathize with Gala, for the most part, because I think that it is impossible to please everyone all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only do my best here, and I want to keep a certain goal in mind at all times. I go through dry spells when nothing inspires me, and I suppose that is why fashion hasn't been such a big part here in my recent posts. There has been so much going on in my personal life, and it makes it hard to find inspiration because, honestly, I haven't been looking for it. This makes me sad, because my goal is to help the world find inspiration in everything. Also, I do not want to posts just for the sake of  it, because the quality of a blog in general will noticeably decrease with uninspired rants. We need to feel passion for what we do, otherwise, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;what's the point&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how such a simple revelation can lead to such deep pondering, not to mention such a monstrously long post! I don't, however, find that to be a bad thing. It is necessary for us to step back from time to time and look at the big picture. If you are feeling overwhelmed with life,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; talk about it&lt;/span&gt;! It's never good to keep stress bottled up inside, and I promise there will always be someone willing to listen. If you feel alone, need advice, or just want to vent, I'm always here. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Don't forget it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-5788318419574095469?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5788318419574095469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=5788318419574095469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5788318419574095469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5788318419574095469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A Few of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SEPqRsTokQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/298URLy8KZc/s72-c/miumiufw08shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-5846860309488454558</id><published>2008-06-02T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:23:27.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burlesque</title><content type='html'>I have recently become infatuated with Burlesque. What is burlesque, you ask? Well, in case you have been living under a rock, burlesque is a theatrical genre developed in the 1840's which was largely comedic, satirical, and included striptease. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;striptease&lt;/span&gt; part is what I have become hopelessly enamored with. It is much more "tease" than actual "strip", and I absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;the whole cabaret feel of this type of performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SETwjHT44HI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JavFvniF8IQ/s1600-h/burlesque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SETwjHT44HI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JavFvniF8IQ/s400/burlesque.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207551555195691122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burlesque seems to be a ragingly popular thing these days. Who hasn't heard of the lovely &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dita von Teese&lt;/span&gt;, who has been crowned the Queen of Burlesque? I absolutely adore her retro style and the work that she does. And hello? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Pussycat Dolls&lt;/span&gt;? Duh! Let's not forget about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Gossip Girl &lt;/span&gt;episode --&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Victor/Victrola&lt;/span&gt;-- in which Blair gets up on stage and does a little striptease. Très sexy! I have been listening nonstop to the song that was playing during Blair's performance, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Stripper&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Soho Dolls&lt;/span&gt;. It's basically &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;. Take a listen, I guarantee that it will inspire you to get up and strut your stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am contemplating taking a burlesque class. There actually seems to be an abundance of them around my area, so I figure, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why not&lt;/span&gt;? Burlesque is far more classy than those pole dancing classes, though I will admit to have once been interested in those as well (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Shh, don't tell!&lt;/span&gt;). This could be such a fun way to really get in touch with your body, feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;, and get in shape at the same time. What more could you ask for? For more on the world of burlesque, check out the &lt;a href="http://burlesquebaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Burlesque Baby&lt;/a&gt; blog. Very interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just give burlesque a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-5846860309488454558?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5846860309488454558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=5846860309488454558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5846860309488454558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5846860309488454558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/burlesque.html' title='Burlesque'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SETwjHT44HI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JavFvniF8IQ/s72-c/burlesque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-2520554958766634297</id><published>2008-06-01T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T04:59:05.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Poetry</title><content type='html'>I have been on a complete poetry high. I just can't get enough! I have filled two notebooks to the brim with lyrics and poetry since my band has formed, and I love going back and rereading it all. I still get inspired, make little changes, and sometimes I take a few songs and cram them into one awesome, super-song! I have been on a bit of an Alice in Wonderland kick as of recently, so the first few lines caught my eye for obvious reasons. Amusingly enough, I was first inspired when petting the bunny in my yard. This just came to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fell into the rabbits hole&lt;br /&gt;And out through a looking glass.&lt;br /&gt;This wonderland is dust and sand,&lt;br /&gt;The hour's come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;We've waged our war and now we're torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming clean, but I can't seem to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My delicate love, you're frail as a child.&lt;br /&gt;Youthful darling, you're eyes are shining wild.&lt;br /&gt;You're the farthest thing from tender and mild.&lt;br /&gt;You fall asleep wide open.&lt;br /&gt;You know I want to come in.&lt;br /&gt;So give me the key and maybe we'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slipping under your dark spell,&lt;br /&gt;Your voodoo tastes so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;The dizzy rush of your velvet touch.&lt;br /&gt;I linger in defeat.&lt;br /&gt;We've waged our war and now we're torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling faster, I don't know how to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My delicate love, you're frail as a child.&lt;br /&gt;Youthful darling, you're eyes are shining wild.&lt;br /&gt;You're the farthest thing from tender and mild.&lt;br /&gt;You fall asleep wide open.&lt;br /&gt;You know I want to come in.&lt;br /&gt;So give me the key and maybe we'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is designed to be somewhat of a back-and-forth dialogue between a girl and a boy.  I have come up with part of a melody for this, but I am still working out some kinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; this wonderful form of expression! It gives me a certain feeling like nothing else can. Words are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insanely&lt;/span&gt; beautiful, and I love having the ability to string them together in ways that describe what I'm feeling. Sometimes I actually don't even know what I am trying to say, and that's okay. As long as I get it out there, right? I encourage you all to write, write, write! It always helps me decipher my emotions. You might be surprised at what you find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-2520554958766634297?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2520554958766634297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=2520554958766634297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/2520554958766634297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/2520554958766634297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-poetry.html' title='More Poetry'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-1589565725566757161</id><published>2008-06-01T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:21:08.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The News</title><content type='html'>I simply can't get enough of my precious chick lit. Last night, with tears rolling down my cheeks, I finished Stephenie Meyer's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Host&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think I have ever been as emotionally involved with a book as I have been with this one. It was beautifully written and constructed, and I know this story will stay with me for years to come. I was deeply touched and moved, and I couldn't have asked for more from a novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finished up the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pretty Little Liars&lt;/span&gt; book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Unbelieveable&lt;/span&gt;, which was a considerably lighter read than &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Host&lt;/span&gt;. It was, nevertheless, enjoyable. I picked up the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It Girl &lt;/span&gt;novel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tempted&lt;/span&gt;, today, and I am about halfway through. It is pretty delicious so far. Gotta love that chick lit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a somber note, the legendary, indescribable Yves Saint Laurent has passed away today at the age of 71. He was one of the most talented, influential, and simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extraordinary&lt;/span&gt; designers of this century, and I know we will all mourn his loss. Saint Laurent changed the rules of fashion, creating pantsuits for women and believing that "&lt;span id="mn_Global"&gt;&lt;span id="mn_Article"&gt;fashion was not only supposed to make women beautiful, but to reassure them, to give them confidence, to allow them to come to terms with themselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My thoughts and prayers go out to his family and friends, and to all in the fashion industry. You have deeply touched our lives, M. Saint Laurent, and you will be dearly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confection&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-1589565725566757161?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1589565725566757161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=1589565725566757161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/1589565725566757161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/1589565725566757161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/news.html' title='The News'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-3829002806393336197</id><published>2008-05-29T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:25:11.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm Loving</title><content type='html'>I have encountered many marvelous things in my lifetime, and this world never ceases to amaze me. When I am feeling down, I can always find something to help me regain my faith in this planet and in this existence. I figured it would do some good to share with everyone what little wonders I am currently in love with, so maybe they can brighten some of your not-so-amazing days. I aim to spread the love here, so I hope you enjoy my obsessions as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SD-dngDbVBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pwBleZsXA6c/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SD-dngDbVBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pwBleZsXA6c/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206052996208350226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;Polyvore&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; What can I possibly say about this incredible device? It is impossibly addictive, and it is so astonishing to see what people come up with. Whether you are all about piecing together fashionable ensembles or creating a hodgepodge of imaginative madness, this place is sure to satisfy and satiate the hungriest of creative appetites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9p8DVxc16CA"&gt;Do the Panic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Phantom Planet- &lt;/span&gt;This. Song. Is. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;. Oh my gosh, I just can't get that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bah bah bah&lt;/span&gt; out of my head! I love to crank this up, jump around like a madman, and do a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Panic&lt;/span&gt; shake. I swear you will not be able to resist going a little bit crazy. It's absurdly catchy and silly and fun fun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;. This song always gets my heart pumping and brings out my inner goofiness =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Music in General- &lt;/span&gt;I have been listening to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Kills&lt;/span&gt; nonstop. They have a style all there own, and it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; cool. I am also loving &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Hush Sound&lt;/span&gt;, as always. There music is so fun and different, with a little bit of ragtime thrown in for good measure. It's just more fun, don't you think? I have discovered that &lt;a&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; is the best place to find new music. I especially love the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/gossipgirlmusic"&gt;Gossip Girl Music&lt;/a&gt; page, which has every song that has ever been played on the show. I have to admit, GG's soundtrack is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;majorly&lt;/span&gt; awesome. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Writing Poetry Outside- &lt;/span&gt;The world is bursting with inspiration, you just have to get out and find it. I love everything about nature. Ok, maybe not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; (i.e. spiders. Eek!), but I do adore the vast majority of what mother earth has to offer. I am constantly being inspired by the tiniests things: the way a leaf falls from a tree; the sound of the wind blowing through my hair; the faint buzz given off by the wings of a ladybug. There is beauty in everything, and it is up to us to open our eyes. I never feel as beautiful as I do when I am laying in a big, grassy field, gazing into the blue abyss of a sky. It can really make you feel insignificant, like any problem you have is nothing on this grand scale of life. This is really the best feeling I have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dressing Up-&lt;/span&gt;  There is nothing like throwing on a dainty dress and getting dolled up. I love to feel a bit fancy and ladylike, so it is always nice to have a reason to get snazzy. If I had it my way, everyday would be a sophisticated party. I am actually pondering throwing together a little soiree just so that I can have an excuse to wear some killer heels and a pretty frock =) Dress up is the best game that has ever been invented, so go out and play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Embrace the things that you love.&lt;/span&gt; Turn to them in times of doubt. I can assure you that it will wash your blues away. After all, life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So...shall we dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-3829002806393336197?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3829002806393336197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=3829002806393336197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/3829002806393336197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/3829002806393336197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-im-loving.html' title='Things I&apos;m Loving'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SD-dngDbVBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pwBleZsXA6c/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-231289323586805669</id><published>2008-05-28T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:52:46.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sci-Fi Style</title><content type='html'>A few posts back, I proclaimed my newfound love for sci-fi (thanks Stephenie Meyer! Love The Host!). As I wandered around the mall today, I was pleasantly surprised to stumble upon the astounding new MAC collections, &lt;a href="http://www.maccosmetics.com/templates/collections/collection.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY27673"&gt;Neo Sci-Fi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.maccosmetics.com/templates/collections/collection.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY27674"&gt;Solar Fields&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.maccosmetics.com/templates/collections/collection.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CATEGORY27675"&gt;Future Earth&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SD5Kf_Ag3dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/O6UW2dvHzew/s1600-h/neoscifi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SD5Kf_Ag3dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/O6UW2dvHzew/s320/neoscifi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205680132636859858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new line is a wonderful assortment of sultry sparkles, sheer neons, and provocative pigments. I am especially keen on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Neo Sci-Fi&lt;/span&gt; eye shadows. They are velvety smooth with just the right amount of glimmer. I couldn't resist picking up &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Magnetic Fields&lt;/span&gt;, a black-brown -- almost purpley-- color with luscious silvery shimmer. This is perfect for a neutral-toned smokey eye, but I could also imagine using this as a smudgey, soft liner. I was very tempted by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Time &amp;amp; Space&lt;/span&gt;, another gorgeous shadow. It is a wonderful shade of frosty copper, and almost melts into my skin. I'll be sure to pick it up next time! I love the lipglasses as well, particularly a pretty  gold-pearled orange shade. I was on the brink of purchasing this lovely gloss when I looked at the name (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pink Grapefruit&lt;/span&gt;),  and --&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;oops!&lt;/span&gt;-- I realized that I already have it! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;... why must I be such a silly? The lipsticks come in an array of brights and neutrals, and they are all &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;majorly&lt;/span&gt; gorgeous. I especially adore &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Electro&lt;/span&gt;, a neon orange that is scarily harsh and bright in the tube, but magically goes on sheer and lustrous. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;I must have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Solar Bits&lt;/span&gt; pigments are to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt; for. They are a bit chunky at first swipe, but the effect that they create is pretty awesome. You can have sheer shimmer with a gentle swish of a brush, or a full-on, intense, reflective sparkle with a bit of layering. The power in your hands, my Sci-Fi confections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; love to be able to do a thorough review on this collection, with pictures and such, but, sadly, I do not own the entire set--yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recent influx of Sci-Fi has left me a bit thunderstruck: Once reserved for 'nerds', science fiction seems to be all the rage in the world of style. I love all things whimsical, and Sci-fi is just that. It's imaginary and fairytale-like in its own right, with endless possibilities galore.  Futuristic fashion has been a recurring fad, but I think that we have recently figured out the right way to sport it without appearing like a fashion victim. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It is definitely not the style to go all-out with.&lt;/span&gt; You need only play up one feature to suggest other-worldliness. Try some metallic leggings with a quiet top, a neon dress with neutral accessories, or bright lips with toned down eyes. Neon &lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span class="syn"&gt;accoutrements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are always a safe bet, as long as you don't wear more than one. Go for whatever suits your style, and wear it with pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; Sci-Fi is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;, darlings, so color your world neon, do a Martian wiggle, and be a little out there. After all, we are all rulers over our own fabulous, stylish planets. The rest of the world just doesn't know it yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-231289323586805669?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/231289323586805669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=231289323586805669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/231289323586805669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/231289323586805669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/sci-fi-style.html' title='Sci-Fi Style'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SD5Kf_Ag3dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/O6UW2dvHzew/s72-c/neoscifi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-6445680070346095937</id><published>2008-05-27T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:05:20.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>She ran through the fading wood,&lt;br /&gt;Her misted eyes searching for you.&lt;br /&gt;But if only she had known back then,&lt;br /&gt;You were chasing her all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfume breath that drew her near.&lt;br /&gt;She should have known to feel the fear.&lt;br /&gt;But little girl didn't know back then.&lt;br /&gt;Now she is sinking into your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "this can't be real".&lt;br /&gt;She tried to keep her heart concealed.&lt;br /&gt;That life you couldn't steal.&lt;br /&gt;Her love is all that you can feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stirring of birds you held too close,&lt;br /&gt;Breathing in the trembling rose.&lt;br /&gt;A spark of light danced off your skin,&lt;br /&gt;But your body is hollow and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughs like she will fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;You know it's only a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;And time will mock you with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;As you're frozen in your prime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So run away, love, if you must.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't go to far.&lt;br /&gt;Because you know without this darkness,&lt;br /&gt;We would never see the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone guess my inspiration? I think it is pretty obvious to anyone who has an affinity for a certain pale, sparkling, mythical creature!  Hehe ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-6445680070346095937?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6445680070346095937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=6445680070346095937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/6445680070346095937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/6445680070346095937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-2515538705182960031</id><published>2008-05-27T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:39:34.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final 'How to Wear' Entries</title><content type='html'>These are my last sets! Hurry and get yours in guys, the contest ends in merely two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to wear... Headwear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1678974"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnN2UEtFdHNyM1JHMGxfVWNCbEVjUlEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="How to Wear... Headwear!" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Wear... High Waists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1678533"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkN2anl2Y1FyM1JHenQ3ZjZCVkVjUlEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="How to Wear... High Waists!" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Wear... Blazers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1678178"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkRwUXRKN01yM1JHUTRKd0lNTU9BUkEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="How to Wear... Blazers!" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Wear... Prints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1513297"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmZ0QlpJdU1uM1JHN2ZQQmdsdTZoZGcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="How to Wear...Prints!" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much fun putting together little outfits for all of these trends. It has seriously opened my eyes to things that I thought I couldn't pull off in the past. That's what I love about fashion: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;there is no right or wrong&lt;/span&gt;. It's all up to the individual to express what they are feeling with each garment that they put on. Trends come and go, but if you find that something works for you, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;stick with it&lt;/span&gt;. Who cares if it was 'so last season'? Who decides what is 'in style' anyway? Have &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;, be a little eccentric, and don't worry about the funny looks you may encounter. All is fair in fashion, darlings, so get out there and work it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-2515538705182960031?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2515538705182960031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=2515538705182960031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/2515538705182960031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/2515538705182960031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/final-how-to-wear-entries.html' title='Final &apos;How to Wear&apos; Entries'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-8871832001725650640</id><published>2008-05-21T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:28:10.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Be Emo</title><content type='html'>Inspired by my recent insomnia spells, I have written a little poem/song. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I know that you don't want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But now is the time for us to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Before the morning erases what is left of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The sandman hasn't come around my door in years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You're still lost in slumber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;While I am barely here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wake up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Open your eyes, there isn't much time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This hazy dawn will swallow me whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I know that you don't want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But it is time for  us to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The nightingale won't sing my song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The somber moon is a lonely friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;As the sun is rising,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Light illuminates my end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If only I could dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It would be of you, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But it's too late for wistfulness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And now it's far too late to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; quite morbid. Most of my poetry seems to veer in that direction. What can I say? I'm a tortured soul. This is why I have &lt;a href="http://swordofcaptivation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrew&lt;/a&gt;. We collaborate on lyrics for the perfect mix of emotion. He brings the happy, and I bring the emo! Though, I must say, I do believe I have rubbed off on him a bit. His poetry appears to have reached new depths, and it is actually quite brilliant. See for yourself &lt;a href="http://swordofcaptivation.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Team Blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-8871832001725650640?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8871832001725650640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=8871832001725650640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/8871832001725650640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/8871832001725650640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-must-be-emo.html' title='I Must Be Emo'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-5612141763298925300</id><published>2008-05-21T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T06:09:40.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomniatic Style</title><content type='html'>I have been having &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; too much fun on &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;Polyvore&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;&lt;polyvore&gt;&lt;/polyvore&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lately. Night after night, I find myself anchored to this screen, playing with clothes, forging miniature works of art. I do so until I hear those chiding, early morning birds, mocking me gently from outside my window. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Much like they are doing now. &lt;/span&gt;What has my life become? Curse you, fashion! How you fill my heart with sleepy woes and ruthlessly write slumber across my eyes. You will be the death of me, sweet &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;Polyvore&lt;/a&gt;,  and yet, I love you still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest creation for the &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/contest.show?id=28979"&gt;How to Wear&lt;/a&gt; challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Wear...Metallics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1603383"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjBnWFJ4bE1tM1JHeEJmZ0Jzc0s1cUEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="How to Wear...Metallics!" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I am, officially, an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;insomniac&lt;/span&gt;. Or maybe I just really love clothes &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; much. Sure... I'll keep telling myself that. I suppose I will try to get what few hours of rest that I still can. Nighty night, sweets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather... good morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-5612141763298925300?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5612141763298925300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=5612141763298925300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5612141763298925300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5612141763298925300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/insomnia-style.html' title='Insomniatic Style'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-9220937908925165814</id><published>2008-05-18T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T17:05:50.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Host with the Most</title><content type='html'>I have stated this before, but I will say it again: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am a major book worm&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday I trekked to my home away from home, Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, to pick up a few fun little things. Being the absolute &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Twihard&lt;/span&gt; (die-hard Twilight series fan!) that I am, I was very happy to see that the amazing Stephenie Meyer's new book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Host&lt;/span&gt;, was out. I greedily snatched the first copy I could get my hands on, and let me tell you, this book is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SDS4Gy77cQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5XhGD_VVHsQ/s1600-h/thehose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SDS4Gy77cQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5XhGD_VVHsQ/s320/thehose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202985896411623682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had learned of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Host&lt;/span&gt; long before it's release, and though I adore Stephenie Meyer, I was a bit wary of this new novel. It sounded very sci-fi, which it is, and I just didn't know if i would enjoy it. So, like any smart internet user, I Googled the book and located some reviews. I was very pleased with what I read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now proudly in love with this book. The story is very original, and the characters are superb. It is amazing how emotionally involved I have become! I have been up until the wee hours of the night, unable to tear my eyes away from this masterpiece. I am also very glad that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Host&lt;/span&gt; is a bit thicker than most novels. I tend to go through the usual 300 pagers in a single night, so it's nice to get a chance to absorb the information and let what I have read sit with me for a while. I am trying to pace myself and let the story drag on as long as possible, but it's nearly impossible to do since I have been completely transfixed and glued to the pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing this post a few days ago, and since then I have read through half of the book. It has only gotten better. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;highly&lt;/span&gt; recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a little mystery, sci-fi action, and an all around awesome love story. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You won't be disappointed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-9220937908925165814?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9220937908925165814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=9220937908925165814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/9220937908925165814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/9220937908925165814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-stated-this-before-but-i-will.html' title='The Host with the Most'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SDS4Gy77cQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5XhGD_VVHsQ/s72-c/thehose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-8642892340957613729</id><published>2008-05-17T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:30:12.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Wear Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://galadarling.com"&gt;Gala&lt;/a&gt; is hosting a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;How To Wear... &lt;/span&gt;competition and needless to say I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;! The premise of the contest is to see who can create the best way to wear a number of trends using the oh-so-wonderful &lt;a href="http://polyvore.com"&gt;Polyvore&lt;/a&gt;. She will be choosing twelve winners who will receive cute little doodads from Gala herself, and who will also be featured on her blog. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt; I have put together four looks out of the twelve categories, and I must say, I do believe that they are pretty fabulous! See for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;How to Wear...Gladiator Sandals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1570379"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkpBWVk1X0lqM1JHNDUzcnk0eTJJdUEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="How to Wear...Gladiators!" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;How to Wear...Purple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1568382"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjRNbEpHYlFqM1JHT0VrWFJCMzhpZlEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="How To Wear...Purple!" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;How to Wear...Waistcoats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1568369"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkRGNGc4Yk1qM1JHcnJRRXQ1QzJJdUEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="How To Wear...Waistcoats!" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;How to Wear...1940's Style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1523988"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmxFbFF2YndqM1JHN1NORzlobkZhWlEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="How to Wear...1940's!" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And more to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I have created three looks for each trend. I don't believe that there is any one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"right"&lt;/span&gt; way to wear something, so I just had to throw a few different looks in there. I want to show everyone that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; wear certain trends, no matter what your style is. Take the gladiator sandal look, for example. You can wear a heeled version if you are more of a city chic girl, a tall pair if you are a bit eclectic, and a simple style if you are more girly casual. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Don't be afraid of trends!&lt;/span&gt; Embrace and tweak them a bit to make it your own. Don't ever think you that can't &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"pull off"&lt;/span&gt; something because it doesn't fit in with your style. If you love something, just do it! I guarantee you will be better off for having tried it out. And who knows? It may just become your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"thing"&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-8642892340957613729?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8642892340957613729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=8642892340957613729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/8642892340957613729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/8642892340957613729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-to-wear-competition.html' title='How To Wear Competition'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-6232806042958093084</id><published>2008-05-14T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T03:17:08.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful News</title><content type='html'>As many know, I am in a super-cool band called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Blue Hour&lt;/span&gt;. Well, get ready people, because we have just inducted a new member into our exclusive, music-making machine. Her name is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Diamond Floyd&lt;/span&gt; (really!) and, though I have yet to officially meet her, I am insanely excited to have her join. She plays guitar, sings, and composes. And hello? Just look at that name! She is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; to be a rock star. I am actually considering changing my name to something more fame-worthy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, Cameron and I had Miss Floyd do an over-the-phone audition a few days ago, and I have got to say, wow! She is incredibly talented and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; what we need. She knows what she is doing, whereas the rest of us are somewhat amateurs at this point. Our band has been on a slight hiatus because of our many conflicting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;schedules&lt;/span&gt;, but we &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be kicking into high gear come summertime. I am still learning to play the piano, but I have to admit that I've been majorly slacking off =/ Andrew has recently written the two of the most amazing songs I have ever seen or heard, and I am very anxious to put his beautiful words to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get things together and really start to construct full songs. We have a lot of talent in this band, and I have been so blessed to be a part of it all. I suppose I am most looking forward to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;performance&lt;/span&gt; aspect. I can only imagine how amazing it is going to be up on that stage, in front of a crowd, getting our message out there. I can hardly contain my excitement, and I know things are only going to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! This is going to be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-6232806042958093084?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6232806042958093084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=6232806042958093084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/6232806042958093084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/6232806042958093084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/wonderful-news.html' title='Wonderful News'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-1456607312975474630</id><published>2008-05-09T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T02:52:46.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storybook Style</title><content type='html'>If you haven't noticed by now, I am positively obsessed with fairytales. I just love everything about them. I, like many girls, loved playing princess as a child and had dreams of one day being rescued from my mundane world by my knight in shining armor. While I have yet to find Prince Charming, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; mastered the art of emulating my favorite storybook damsels. I still like to fancy myself as somewhat of a fairytale maiden. I do, after all, live in a cottage in the forest-like backyard of my grandfathers house. For woodland critters, we have several dogs, the sweetest bunny (who happens to roam free in the yard), and an entire colony of squirrels. I explained my living situation to some friends a few weeks ago, to which they responded, "Who are you? Snow White?" Sigh...if only I were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galadarling.com/"&gt;Gala Darling&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; blogger (and so much more) in the world, wrote an article called &lt;a href="http://galadarling.com/article/dressing-with-the-essence-of-fairytales"&gt;Dressing With The Essence OF Fairytales&lt;/a&gt;. She is the most inspiring person I have ever seen, so check her out! I couldn't possibly explain the way to embody fairytales as she can, so I will show you instead. Here I have put together a few outfits which will evoke the spirit of our beloved princesses and storybook ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1502456"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1498768"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnFqRkd2SHNoM1JHT1hyaFFmLVJfYkEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Alice in Wonderland" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice would have to be my favorite of the bunch. She is whimsy defined, and has proved to be an inspiration to many in the fashion industry. Take, for example, every pair of shoes in this set. They are the Teacup Pump by Miu Miu, and are, without-a-doubt, meant to suggest that famous tea party with the Mad Hatter. Needless to say, I am in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; with these shoes. If you adore Alice, you can sport her look without having to don a pinafore. For the classic Alice look, pair a blue dress with black maryjanes and bow headband. If you are keen on the Red Queen, try a palette of red, black, and white, and accessories featuring playing cards.  You could also invert the colors of Alice's uniform and wear something like this black dress with a white bib detail and white or blue shoes. Add a  cute bunny minaudiere and shake well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1498800"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjhJRi1VaGtlM1JHR21FTm8tNk56ZlEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Ariel" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore mermaids, and Ariel has always been a significant influence on my style. I even had fire-red hair (which I loved!) a few months ago. I adore the purple pleated dress with those scaly shoes. It subtly says "Aquatic" rather than shouting "I have a tail!" Shells and pearls always help to establish a mermaid look, as do oceanic colors and flowing waves of fabric. Try a starfish necklace, a pearl headband, or an abalone clutch. Under the sea, la la la la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurora (Sleeping Beauty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1498822"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlBEY0t0bnNoM1JHblg3N2Y5ZjF5cncAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Aurora (Sleeping Beauty)" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This princess was by far the most difficult to decipher. What makes a girl Sleeping Beauty without sleep? Try a princess-pink or blue dress with bow accessories. Crown jewelry will also show off just how royal you are. A cute eye-mask will help you get your beauty sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle (Beauty and the Beast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1498832"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjB1X2p1aGtlM1JHNTFNT3lxc1ZEbXcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Belle" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I most closely relate to Miss Belle. I am a complete bookworm with a love for enchanted things. An easy way to emulate her is by wearing a sunny yellow dress and rose accessories. I also love these Miu Miu Candlestick Pumps, which are reminiscent of Lumiere, the enchanted candlestick who befriends Belle during her stay in the castle. You could also be a pre-castle Belle and wear a pretty blue dress and flower jewelry. Bonjour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1498869"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjNvUEdNeG9lM1JHMURJU1hJVHBJOVEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Cinderella" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love Cinderella? The ultimate fairytale, she goes from a poor, abused, servant, to the prettiest princess there is. For those of us lacking a fairy godmother and pumpkin carriage, a blue dress and lucite heels with suffice. You can try a modern style with a black bow belt and headband, a classic cocktail dress with silver, glass-like heels, or, for a more understated look, a boho frock with shiny flats. Pumpkin charms will complete your lovely look. Just remember to be home before midnight ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Frog Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1499747"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkxGZ0hmeVVlM1JHWDlPYkdxc1ZEbXcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="The Frog Princess" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that there is no Disney movie based on this dame, I had to use my imagination. Emerald gowns and frog jewelry come to mind, as well as flowers and golden headbands. A pretty purple dress also works well. Frog kissing is, luckily, not required. Unless, of course, you are into that sort of thing...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Jasmine (Aladdin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1499749"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnVJc0JyMFVlM1JHejdQZDRxc1ZEbXcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Princess Jasmine" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine would have to be the most exotic princess on the list. Cop her style with a jeweled or gold headbandand a red, turquoise, or purple dress. Tiger or serpent jewelry will add a magical touch, and sparkly sandals pull the Arabian royalty look together. Now where did I put that magic carpet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocahontas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1502202"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnNBYmcwVTRlM1JHTUtuSTYtNk56ZlEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Pocahontas" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that I resemble this historic lady the most, Pocahontas has always been close to my heart. A nude dress and lots of turquoise jewelry evoke the Native American spirit. Feathers are also a great addition to this look. Wear them in your hair, your ears, or around your neck. Neutral, metallic sandals are a more wearable option if you aren't crazy about moccasins. Now all that's left is to find a raccoon friend and an English captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1502212"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlFDcHFFM3doM1JHSkJiY3pSY25YeEEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Snow White" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White would have to be my alter ego. My mom, as a matter of fact, looks very much like Snow, with her pale pallor and jet black hair. It would be very difficult to pull off a bright blue and red top with a yellow skirt, so instead try wearing a dress in one of these colors. I personally prefer the yellow dress with with red headband, but a royal blue gown or red dress and blue bow headband work just as well. Apples and mirrors are Snow White staples, so wear them with abandon! Warning: Seven dwarfs sold separately =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinkerbell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1502456"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlFNZjYxdkVlM1JHWFdlR21CeC1iSGcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Tinkerbell" border="0" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minuscule pixie friend of Peter Pan is simply wonderful. She is spunky, adorable, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; she can fly! No wonder she is a favorite of so many little girls. On my last trip to Disneyland I purchased several Tink pins for my oh-so-cool lanyard. I know, I'm a nerd, but it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; pretty cute! A little green dress is a no-brainer, but the recent influx of designer puff-ball detailed shoes will really bring out the pixie in you. For the more daring ones, these Alexander McQueen woman-heeled slingbacks are a great option. Pirate-inspired jewelry also compliments this look. Tink away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this blog, besides professing my love for fairytales, is to show you that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; still be a little girl and play princess without having to wear a big, poofy dress. You want to whisper fairytale, not look like you are in a costume and make people wonder if Halloween came early this year. Whether you are sporting one character element or going full out fairytale, you want to maintain an air of mystery. Leave everyone thinking, "Hey, that girl reminds me of someone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one of my favorite book and movie characters, Sara Crew, says, "I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren't pretty, or smart, or young. They're still princesses. All of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go out and be the princess that I know you are. There &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a Prince Charming out there somewhere, so don't be afraid to find him! Remember, your life is a story waiting to be written, so make waves, be different, and always love whatever it is that you do. Princess Power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-1456607312975474630?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1456607312975474630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=1456607312975474630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/1456607312975474630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/1456607312975474630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/stroybook-style.html' title='Storybook Style'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-5079750540520441719</id><published>2008-05-07T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:35:28.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Price of Tea</title><content type='html'>As I was reading the new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl:The Carlyles&lt;/span&gt;, a small part of the storyline struck an earsplitting chord with me. Allow me to explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Avery, one of the Carlyle triplets, is a sweet girl who is eager to be accepted by her classmates at Manhattan's exclusive Constance Billard School for Girls. She decides to run for student liaison and- inspired by her recently deceased grandmother- hosts a sophisticated tea party in order to win over her less-than-friendly peers. However, despite the fact she handed out invitations to the entire junior class, only one girl shows up. Avery is absolutely crushed and cannot understand the reason for her would-be guests absence. The sole attendee, a girl who is somewhat of an outcast, explains to Avery that people want to go to a party with booze and boys, not a tea party to discuss a school-sponsored position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SCKPSCrJNKI/AAAAAAAAADk/sOI9PEdueqQ/s1600-h/TeaParty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SCKPSCrJNKI/AAAAAAAAADk/sOI9PEdueqQ/s320/TeaParty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197874460057220258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth and relevance of this situation in the real world blows me away. Many of the people that I know love to drink and party every weekend - and some, everyday. I have never been able to comprehend the allure of alcohol. Does how much one can get drunk define their social rank? I miss the days of innocence, having tea parties with my stuffed animals. Is it so childish now? I honestly don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though saddens me to think that this is what my generation has come to, I can't pretend to be entirely innocent. Yes, I have gone to parties and consumed alcohol, and yes, it was disgusting in every possible way. It still makes me nauseas to even think about it. I tried it once or twice, but it is simply not me. I could never be a party girl. I mean, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; try, but that's not who I am, nor is it who I ever want to be. I think many people get into these sort of activities because they are curious and bored, as was I. We live in a world where the media is constantly glamorizing the consumption of alcohol. At every turn their is another photograph of young starlets throwing back martinis at the hottest clubs. It is soon implanted in our minds that this is the definition of "cool" and so the popularization and cultural acceptance of underage drinking ensues. Well, I'm here to tell you that there is no point to this type of behavior. I don't, however, look down on those who choose to drink and party. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; think that there are more productive ways to spend your time, but that's just me. Drinking will not make you happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't drink (save for those few drops so long ago), I have never done drugs, and I have never smoked. I am very proud that I have managed to keep a mostly clean record despite having such easy access - and frequent exposure - to a number of substances. I am not proud of the fact that I was once involved in the party culture, but I put that behind me and focus on the present. The people who I am friends with now are more than I could have ever wished for. They are beams of positive energy who share my high moral standards and personal values. We have gone to church together since we were children and I am so lucky and blessed to have them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want us all to embrace that child that I know is somewhere within us. Go ahead, bust out your teddy and have some tea. Invite some friends over for a British brunch. Have &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to throw a High Tea &amp;amp; Brunch fund raiser at my church very soon, as a matter of fact &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-5079750540520441719?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5079750540520441719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=5079750540520441719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5079750540520441719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5079750540520441719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/price-of-tea.html' title='The Price of Tea'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SCKPSCrJNKI/AAAAAAAAADk/sOI9PEdueqQ/s72-c/TeaParty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-3500352593630181779</id><published>2008-05-06T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:26:37.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Judge A Book...</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am completely and utterly in love with chick lit&lt;/span&gt;. It's actually quite embarrassing. My torrid love affair with trashy, teen novels began about two years ago when I borrowed my first Gossip Girl book from the school library. I didn't know what to expect, and oh, how quickly I fell! It was a deliciously guilty read, and I couldn't help but to savor the mischievous feeling that washed over me with every turn of a page. Being the complete goody-goody that I am, these books were a thrillingly naughty escape into a world where I could let my rebellious side take control. I gobbled up every word I read. It was wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SCFNFKREgUI/AAAAAAAAADU/PENnWJLDd88/s1600-h/untitled%282%29"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SCFNFKREgUI/AAAAAAAAADU/PENnWJLDd88/s320/untitled%282%29" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197520196012900674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship with chick lit is still going strong. To this day I have read the entire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;  series, as well as its spin-off, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; Girl&lt;/span&gt;, all of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretty Little Liars&lt;/span&gt; books, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight &lt;/span&gt;trilogy, and a few stray novels such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Luxe&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;gah! loved it!&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Great and Terrible Beauty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Upper Class&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;not so much...&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue Bloods&lt;/span&gt;, and the newly released &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poseur&lt;/span&gt; (I'd give it a B+). Despite my intense ardor for this literary genre, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; proved difficult to find books that I truly enjoy. Some leave me feeling a bit bare and slightly less intelligent, but I suppose that comes with the territory. My affections, however, aren't solely reserved for chick lit. I have read many novels in school and I am currently working on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Age of Innocence&lt;/span&gt; by Edith Wharton&lt;/span&gt;, which is an amazing book that I would highly recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Don't be ashamed of your love for something that others may find silly! &lt;/span&gt;I have experienced my fair share of embarrassment, and it all seems so trivial to me now. Be free, be confident, and never be ashamed. Where I used to venture into the book store in disguise, I presently carry my beloved trashy novels to the front counter with pride. Now, when the cashier inquires, "Is this all you want?" I lift my chin, smile wide, and reply, "Why, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;. Yes it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now excuse me as I devour the new &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-3500352593630181779?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3500352593630181779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=3500352593630181779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/3500352593630181779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/3500352593630181779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/never-judge-book.html' title='Never Judge A Book...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SCFNFKREgUI/AAAAAAAAADU/PENnWJLDd88/s72-c/untitled%282%29' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-8289235986672914793</id><published>2008-05-06T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:39:32.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Sells Seashells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SCDHV6REgSI/AAAAAAAAADE/cqD1SgVF5wQ/s1600-h/celestinaminaudiere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SCDHV6REgSI/AAAAAAAAADE/cqD1SgVF5wQ/s320/celestinaminaudiere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197373149217587490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I basically adore everything that has to do with the ocean, and this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Celestina Abalone Minaudiere&lt;/span&gt; simply makes my heart sing. This little clutch could make any outfit shine with an ethereal, sea goddess glow. Though I am not known to accessorize very often, unique &lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span class="syn"&gt;accoutrements such as this abalone treat make me melt inside. This magnificent $880 minaudiere happens to be sold out (sadness!) but you can find some just-as-adorable Celestina shell clutches &lt;a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/Shop/Designers/Celestina/Bags"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few ways one could fashion this fine sea gem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Simple Sea Nymph Style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1472129"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjBFUDg5TFFiM1JHelhIRjlxc1ZEbXcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="simple sea" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;For A Night Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1472316"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjVnY2JMTGNiM1JHQVFYT0xCeC1iSGcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="night out" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ethereal Elegance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=1472518"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjh2aUUwYmtiM1JHZHhvT1BCeC1iSGcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="ethereal elegance" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pairing one or two enchanted items with an outfit is a way for us non-children to play dress up without appearing daft. I would love to see more people dressing with a taste of eccentricity and romance. Whimsy is the core of fashion, so don't be afraid to let your inner child shine through! Go ahead and emulate your favorite fairytale character. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I always do =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-8289235986672914793?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8289235986672914793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=8289235986672914793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/8289235986672914793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/8289235986672914793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-sells-seashells.html' title='She Sells Seashells'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SCDHV6REgSI/AAAAAAAAADE/cqD1SgVF5wQ/s72-c/celestinaminaudiere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-742673129524464522</id><published>2008-05-05T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:32:45.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Music</title><content type='html'>Music is one of the most important and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; forms of expression in my life. Music can sympathize with you, comfort you, and offer guidance. It also has the ability to intensify every emotion you could possibly feel. Happy songs can fill you with delight, sad songs will fuel depression, and some songs can leave you even more confused than you were before you pressed play. Music is a wonderful, powerful outlet for emotive expression. When I am having a bad day, jotting down a few lyrics always helps to put things into perspective. Reading your own thoughts is a very strange thing, especially if you can't remember why you wrote them down in the first place. Having the ability to convey my feelings through the written word is very important to me. It helps me maintain sanity during some of the crazy moments in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB_kuKREgRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6S0ACESnATM/s1600-h/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB_kuKREgRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6S0ACESnATM/s320/music.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197123976689910034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently formed a band with a few of my very close friends: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.myspace.com/andrew_one_voice"&gt;Andrew&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20%20http://www.myspace.com/da1magicman"&gt;Cameron&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20%20http://www.myspace.com/crazytotosai"&gt;Evangel&lt;/a&gt;.  We are called &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/chasingdusk"&gt;The Blue Hour&lt;/a&gt; , and we have had the most amazing experience being in this band together. Sure, we might have a few "creative differences", but I couldn't have asked for a better group of people to share my musical vision with. They have helped me grow not only as an artist, but as a person. They never cease to amaze me, from their kind, loving words of support to their infinite amount of talent. Without them I am incomplete. We are more than just a band; we are a driving force always pushing each other to the creative limit. My friends are my cumulative inspiration and muse, and I couldn't imagine a life without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music do you like? How does it make you feel? I strongly encourage everyone to make music as often as they see fit, in any way they can. The world is always playing a song just for you, so listen up! I bet, if you stepped outside right now, natures sweet symphony would fill your ears. Open your hearts, sing out loud, and let melodious earth be your own personal playlist. Don't forget to dance and wiggle a bit too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cupcakes&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-742673129524464522?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/742673129524464522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=742673129524464522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/742673129524464522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/742673129524464522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/sound-of-music.html' title='The Sound of Music'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB_kuKREgRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6S0ACESnATM/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-5872240501067915051</id><published>2008-05-05T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:33:21.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Method To the Marvel</title><content type='html'>As I was casually leafing through the pages of this month's Vogue, I stumbled across sheer brilliance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB-dVqREgPI/AAAAAAAAACo/-o5Utbm-CoY/s1600-h/poisonivy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB-dVqREgPI/AAAAAAAAACo/-o5Utbm-CoY/s320/poisonivy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197045490457542898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB-dSaREgOI/AAAAAAAAACg/CoV7Vwy9pOE/s1600-h/catwoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB-dSaREgOI/AAAAAAAAACg/CoV7Vwy9pOE/s320/catwoman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197045434622968034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB-dMqREgNI/AAAAAAAAACY/H1DgmKOvIYw/s1600-h/aurora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB-dMqREgNI/AAAAAAAAACY/H1DgmKOvIYw/s320/aurora.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197045335838720210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB-dCqREgMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ixzz9aNmEps/s1600-h/dawnstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB-dCqREgMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ixzz9aNmEps/s320/dawnstar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197045164040028354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB-c-qREgLI/AAAAAAAAACI/Y0CR0dCht4w/s1600-h/littlemermaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB-c-qREgLI/AAAAAAAAACI/Y0CR0dCht4w/s320/littlemermaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197045095320551602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB-c5aREgKI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZLCObZqaAvo/s1600-h/batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB-c5aREgKI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZLCObZqaAvo/s320/batman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197045005126238370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB-c1KREgJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xtrSdgTedqw/s1600-h/silversurfer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB-c1KREgJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xtrSdgTedqw/s320/silversurfer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197044932111794322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photos by Craig McDean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love a good fantasy spread, and this was no exception. These costumes are to die for. I especially adore Poison Ivy and her lush,  green organza dress.  Loving mystical aquatic creatures  as I do, the Little Mermaid is my absolute favorite of the bunch. Just look at that Gaultier Paris rubber bodysuit! The shell detail and sequined tail are enough to make any girl want to take a dip in her nearest body of water. It is really quite a beautiful garment. Don't be surprised if you spot someone walking down the street in a shell bustier and fish tail. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It's only me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article was wonderful as well. Who would have guessed that comic book superheros and fashion could be so closely related? &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"The superhero is really the ultimate metaphor of fashion," declares Andrew Bolton, curator of "Superheros: Fashion and Fantasy," the Costume Institute's dynamic new exhibit (Metropolitan Museum of Art, May 7-September 1). "It's all about the transformation of identity through fashion, through clothing, through one's appearance."&lt;br /&gt;-- article "Daring Do" Vogue, May 2008&lt;/blockquote&gt;Though I have never been very interested in comic books or graphic novels, I have acquired a newfound love and respect for the superhero. They are an escape into fantasy, where one can be whatever they want. I like think of it as somewhat of a secret &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;fashion&lt;/span&gt; identity. Sure, everyone may think you are prim, proper, and all business, but just wait until they find that mermaid bodysuit lurking in your closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Fashion, like the superhero, allows you to dream and escape into a world of unfetterd imagination" - Giorgio Armani&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I couldn't have said it better, Gio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-5872240501067915051?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5872240501067915051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=5872240501067915051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5872240501067915051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5872240501067915051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/marvelous.html' title='A Method To the Marvel'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB-dVqREgPI/AAAAAAAAACo/-o5Utbm-CoY/s72-c/poisonivy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-7860116206148158678</id><published>2008-05-05T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:37:38.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Shoes Were Made For Coveting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB9lLaREgFI/AAAAAAAAABY/uHLvBnMW7CI/s1600-h/pradaflowerpump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB9lLaREgFI/AAAAAAAAABY/uHLvBnMW7CI/s320/pradaflowerpump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196983741712728146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about shoes that women find alluring? Is it the way a heel can make our legs look miles longer? Could it be a certain special detail? Maybe some of us simply feel that a shoe makes the outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, these   &lt;a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod57570001&amp;amp;parentId=cat13030775&amp;amp;ecid=NMCIGoogleBaseFeed&amp;amp;ci_src=14110944&amp;amp;ci_sku=X07AN"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Prada Spring 2008 Flower Pumps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt; say it all. I am deeply and irrevocacbly in love with them. Well, not these exact shoes per se, but a slightly different version, which, despite searching with desperation, I have not been able to locate a picture of. I have no other choice but to describe them for you: They are made of shimmering gold leather and smooth black suede with a dainty gold t-strap. The heel is as you see above, only it is painted yellow and purple rather than turquoise and blue. These shoes are positively brilliant and amazing in every possible way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people, more often than not, won't really "get" or understand this shoe, but in my eyes it is all too clear: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;they were made for me&lt;/span&gt;. It is true, these shoes have been around for some time, but never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that they would be within my grasp. Somehow, magically, they now are. Whether or not I will actually have them remains a mystery. I just can't get over that fabulous heel! It is really about time the heel of a shoe got some attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would imagine this hard to wear or pull off, but when paired with the right outfit, these could make magic. I picture sporting these amazing works of art with a floaty dress, frollicking through a meadow. Or maybe with a tailored pair of skinny jeans and a crisp blouse. Then again, I could vamp it up with a little black tulip-skirt dress and black tights. Oh, the possibilities! They are feminine, whimsical, and a little bit out there, much like yours truly. No wonder I am so obsessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is that you should never be afraid of fashion. So what if your friends think it's slightly ugly? If you truly love something it will never matter. Don't be a lamb when it comes to style! Cultivate your own aesthetic with what you love.&lt;br /&gt;As the wonderful RuPaul once put it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;"I have one thing to say... You better work!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-7860116206148158678?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7860116206148158678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=7860116206148158678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/7860116206148158678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/7860116206148158678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-it-about-shoes-that-women-find.html' title='These Shoes Were Made For Coveting'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB9lLaREgFI/AAAAAAAAABY/uHLvBnMW7CI/s72-c/pradaflowerpump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-5896503771053762212</id><published>2008-05-04T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:33:41.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Look Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB6nVKREgEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/h71ivC7TOmw/s1600-h/lookoflove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB6nVKREgEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/h71ivC7TOmw/s320/lookoflove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196775002007175234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is indeed a many splendored thing. Love is euphoric, sometimes painful, but always somewhere within us. I am sure even the grouchiest of grouches has love for someone or something in this world. Love is a recurring theme in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Decadent Life&lt;/span&gt;, and also in my own personal existence.&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado, here a few of my loves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fashion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family &amp;amp; Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My doggies Coco &amp;amp; Bambi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunshine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cupcakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kisses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whimsy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And, also, as with any human being, I have things that I don't love so much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mean people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uncompassionate people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rudeness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ignorance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Negativity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Narrow-minded people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spiders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lonliness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bullying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depression&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I am a deeply compassionate person. It is basically impossible for me to be even slightly mean to others. I love to be happy and to embrace my inner child. I wish the world could kick off their shoes, stop being so serious, and just love one another. I ache for mankind to end the hate and prejudice aimed towards certain groups of people. Who cares if they don't share our beliefs? Who cares if they are of a different religion? Who cares if someone has a sexual orientation different from the norm? I don't care. It's about opening our hearts here, so let's stop judging and start loving. As a great man once sang, what the world needs now is love, sweet love. Let it be our mantra. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love is, afterall, pretty sweet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-5896503771053762212?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5896503771053762212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=5896503771053762212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5896503771053762212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/5896503771053762212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-of-love.html' title='The Look Of Love'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wlqILgZiZUU/SB6nVKREgEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/h71ivC7TOmw/s72-c/lookoflove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-1124251607294387065</id><published>2008-05-04T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:33:28.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time...</title><content type='html'>...there was an 18 year old girl named &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;. She has had an inexplicable gravitaion toward the pleasures in life for as far as her memories could take her. She was a needle in the compass, always pointing toward decadent north. She spent her days poring over magazines filled with beautiful people, reading books filled with beautiful words, listening to beautiful music, and eating beautiful food. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Beauty was all around&lt;/span&gt;. At every turn, life presented her with another wonder to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This girl was also a hopeless romantic. She seemed to fall in love with everything she set her eyes upon: Clothes, makeup, people, animals, nature, and, most of all, words. Oh, what great power words held! It was only natural that she should merge her many loves in life, and so, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Decadent Life&lt;/span&gt; came to be. In this special place, she can now put her undying love for beauty into as many words as she pleases. Words are the most beautiful thing she has ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this girl, you ask? If you haven't guessed it already, this girl just so happens to be me. I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Stephanie Marie Bean&lt;/span&gt;, an 18 going on 19 young woman with a penchant for style. I am in love with love, and  I can't help but to fall for just about everything that comes my way. Passion is my strongest suit. I have passion for everything. It is quite exhausting at times, but i wouldn't have it any other way. I am part fashionista, part poet, part musician, and a million parts lover. I aim to spread the joy of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more than just a fashion blog. This is about finding the beauty in every of facet life, even during the most hideous of times. I suppose you could call me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;passionista&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, a passionista I am indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-1124251607294387065?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1124251607294387065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=1124251607294387065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/1124251607294387065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/1124251607294387065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon A Time...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800148988270274966.post-183170327582743712</id><published>2008-05-04T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T19:27:49.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, Oh Decadent Ones</title><content type='html'>Come one, come all, I welcome you to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Decadent Life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Here you will find a mystical land filled with whimsical wonders, couture confections, boundless beauty, and your deepest, most decadent desires. This is where the possiblities are truly infinite for anyone who is infatuated with fashion. Or rather, for those of us who are hopelessy &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;infashionated&lt;/span&gt;. Yes... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;infashionated&lt;/span&gt; seems to be the word most befitting to my endless devotion to all things pertaining to style. It is the pulse through my veins, the breath in my lungs, and above all, the beat in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;    The Decadent Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        An existence characterized by the indulgence of, and passion for, the finer things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my world, and I welcome you to reside with me in the lap of luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;confections&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2800148988270274966-183170327582743712?l=thedecadentlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/feeds/183170327582743712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2800148988270274966&amp;postID=183170327582743712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/183170327582743712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800148988270274966/posts/default/183170327582743712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedecadentlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-oh-decadent-ones_04.html' title='Welcome, Oh Decadent Ones'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10033698127053496223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
