<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058092387674305126</id><updated>2009-07-24T15:17:05.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bewitched</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I see you hang in the crowd staring me down&lt;br&gt;
Lick that ice cream cone still I'm all alone&lt;br&gt;
You've got me caught let go my heart&lt;br&gt;
Or give me a sign that you'll be mine&lt;br&gt;
I've got a crush on you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058092387674305126/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658201108089955819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058092387674305126.post-9182575698912645549</id><published>2008-10-27T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:22:40.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fourrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://copperoranges.blogspot.com/"&gt;Copper Oranges&lt;/a&gt; knows my weakness... a survey, always. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4 Things I Did Today:&lt;br /&gt;Oh God! It's only 11:30! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Talked to my friend who's in South Africa right now&lt;br /&gt;    * Had a Luna bar, which tasted like fish food. &lt;br /&gt;    * Was fifteen minutes late to work, after staying up with Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;    * Enjoyed my first Pall Mall of the day.  I'm trashy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Things On My To Do List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Dumb goddamn paper.&lt;br /&gt;    * WOODY PINES @ &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=152519076"&gt;Bread &amp; Bagel&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;    * Buy a mustache for my lumberjack costume&lt;br /&gt;    * meet a nice boy who will make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Guilty Pleasures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Paris Hilton's My New BFF (SO EFFING WHAT?)&lt;br /&gt;    * Spinach dip&lt;br /&gt;    * $10 Gap tights... that's a lot for me.&lt;br /&gt;    * Driving places that are walking distance when it's cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Random Facts About Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * I have this horrible, huge, weird weakness for dudes in glasses.  Seriously.  On a scale of 1 to 10, glasses generally add about 3 points.  I'm also very shallow.&lt;br /&gt;    * I've read my favorite book ever, &lt;i&gt;A Tree Grows in Brooklyn&lt;/i&gt;, twelve times.  And I still enjoy it.  And will read it more.&lt;br /&gt;    * I have a tattoo but I often forget.  And if--make that WHEN (KNOCK WOOD)--Obama wins, I'm getting another one!&lt;br /&gt;    * I sometimes wish I had chiseled cheekbones and a scene haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Bloggers That I Am Tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * http://myveryfavoritelife.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;    * http://natewashereblog.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;    * http://isoldmymomswheelchair.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;    * http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058092387674305126-9182575698912645549?l=bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/feeds/9182575698912645549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058092387674305126&amp;postID=9182575698912645549' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058092387674305126/posts/default/9182575698912645549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058092387674305126/posts/default/9182575698912645549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/2008/10/copper-oranges-knows-my-weakness.html' title='fourrrr'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658201108089955819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04003886247379090572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058092387674305126.post-1583494015921779107</id><published>2008-08-15T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:51:06.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures of legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v319/107/41/41117228/n41117228_34649685_4438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v319/107/41/41117228/n41117228_34649685_4438.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v319/107/41/41117228/n41117228_34649686_4788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v319/107/41/41117228/n41117228_34649686_4788.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;murfreesboro tn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058092387674305126-1583494015921779107?l=bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1583494015921779107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058092387674305126&amp;postID=1583494015921779107' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058092387674305126/posts/default/1583494015921779107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058092387674305126/posts/default/1583494015921779107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures-of-legs.html' title='pictures of legs'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658201108089955819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04003886247379090572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058092387674305126.post-8286695445077689397</id><published>2008-07-30T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:35:22.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the rage in helsinki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img231.imageshack.us/img231/9673/img2677we1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img231.imageshack.us/img231/9673/img2677we1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img61.imageshack.us/img61/8380/img5215fq4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img61.imageshack.us/img61/8380/img5215fq4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are these bags and why don't I have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other Finnish fashion quandary news, why won't &lt;a href="http://www.hel-looks.com"&gt;Hel-Looks&lt;/a&gt; update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I was going to see my fashion icon Zooey Deschanel tonight perform in Nashville, but the show was way freaking sold out and I'm kind of bummed.  At least this way I don't miss Project Runway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058092387674305126-8286695445077689397?l=bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8286695445077689397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058092387674305126&amp;postID=8286695445077689397' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058092387674305126/posts/default/8286695445077689397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058092387674305126/posts/default/8286695445077689397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-rage-in-helsinki.html' title='all the rage in helsinki'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658201108089955819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04003886247379090572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058092387674305126.post-1039434191835295996</id><published>2008-07-28T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:57:20.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snark. or, I have the best job in the world.</title><content type='html'>WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING? &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Black-Swan-Green-David-Mitchell/dp/0812974018/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1217261946&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Black Swan Green&lt;/a&gt; by David Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough, I got it for free by swindling a "book exchange" company online... I probably shouldn't say that out loud, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TIME IS IT NOW? Work time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE BOARD GAME? &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Upwords"&gt;UpWords&lt;/a&gt;.  It's like Scrabble but you can ruin people's lives more easily by putting letters on top of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE MAGAZINE? &lt;a href="http://www.nylonmag.com/"&gt;Nylon&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.elle.com/"&gt;Elle&lt;/a&gt;.  I just can't get into Vogue.  Anymore, it's mostly articles like, "here's how to avoid facial sagging when you get Botox right before a lunch date!"  God forbid that ever be applicable to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE SMELL? That's really complicated!  Freshly picked lilacs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD? Honestly? The feeling you get when you drink absinthe.  Or panic.  They're quite similar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST THING YOU THINK OF IN THE MORNING? How many more times can I hit snooze? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE CHILD'S NAME? I toss around ideas all the time. Tuesday or Annika for a girl, Lyal or Ira for a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE COLOUR? Bright ass yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN YOUR LIFE?  Strong connections with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE FOOD! Oh goodness.  I have to make it down to Nashville for a good Poblano Pesto burrito from Qdoba.  On my current budget, it's good I enjoy Ramen Spaghetti with string cheese and a bit of pepper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD PLAY AN INSTRUMENT, WHAT WOULD IT BE? The autoharp, just like June Carter Cash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST? Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? No, just a lot of pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? Ford Focus.  Ralph. Still got it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? Woodchuck Pear Cider, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S IN THE TRUNK OF YOUR CAR? A blanket, a Broadcasting textbook, more junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED WHAT WOULD IT BE? Book editor.  Or getting paid to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE MOVIE? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067185/"&gt;Harold and Maude&lt;/a&gt;.      And &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0075686/"&gt;Annie Hall&lt;/a&gt;.  The late 70s were a great time for movies, both on a critical level and a fashion level.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? I currently sleep on an air bed, so there's just hardwood floor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST AMBITION?  To create something that moves people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD BUILD A HOUSE ANYWHERE WHERE WOULD IT BE? I'd like to live in an awesome, historic, already-built house, somewhere that's easily walkable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING? My momshorts or my romper, which I will probably have photos of soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEACH, MOUNTAINS OR CITY? City.  Or beach.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE PHYSICAL FEATURE OF THE OPPOSITE SEX? Luscious lips, good hands and eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST CD YOU BOUGHT? Oh gosh. I've been on a search for &lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&amp;sql=10:0vfuxqujldke"&gt;the Yeh-Yeh Girl from Paris&lt;/a&gt; by Francoise Hardy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? My alarm goes off at 9:30.  I haul ass out of bed by 10:15.  Weekdays, that is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE KITCHEN ITEM? Tea kettle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SPORTS CAR OR SUV? &lt;a href="http://www.smartusa.com/"&gt;Smart Car&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SEASON? Spring.  Specifically, mid to late April. Summer is good as well, especially July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE? &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/07113599692927851843"&gt;Teleportation&lt;/a&gt;.  Well me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT? A heart on the side of my lower back.  Not a &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=tramp+stamp"&gt;tramp stamp&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE DAY? Thursday nights.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE SOAP? Dr. Bronner's Lavender 18-in-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE MEAL? Free Wendy's from my boss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058092387674305126-1039434191835295996?l=bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1039434191835295996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058092387674305126&amp;postID=1039434191835295996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058092387674305126/posts/default/1039434191835295996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058092387674305126/posts/default/1039434191835295996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/2008/07/snark.html' title='snark. or, I have the best job in the world.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658201108089955819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04003886247379090572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058092387674305126.post-619282707819189765</id><published>2008-07-27T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:50:12.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mom shorts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/2707380875_7e3e36a8fe.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/2707380875_7e3e36a8fe.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058092387674305126-619282707819189765?l=bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/feeds/619282707819189765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058092387674305126&amp;postID=619282707819189765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058092387674305126/posts/default/619282707819189765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058092387674305126/posts/default/619282707819189765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/2008/07/mom-shorts.html' title='mom shorts.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658201108089955819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04003886247379090572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058092387674305126.post-3688675913761201753</id><published>2008-07-16T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:17:03.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burning questions'/><title type='text'>on beat happening and summer street style.</title><content type='html'>In order to summarize something, sometimes my vision becomes a montage of images that I try my hardest to transfer to paper. Or, e-paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The images that came to mind when I was trying to whittle my summer down into a concise paragraph: first, my new house.  As always, click the images to make them bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-228.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v291/107/41/41117228/n41117228_34214122_9318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-228.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v291/107/41/41117228/n41117228_34214122_9318.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-228.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v291/107/41/41117228/n41117228_34214127_744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://photos-228.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v291/107/41/41117228/n41117228_34214127_744.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it symbolizes to me is my newfound freedom, and what that freedom is represented by in my head is a collage of summer plans and fun people and the great job I have which enables me to write while at work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second image is the poster of Stanley Kubrick's &lt;i&gt;Lolita&lt;/i&gt;, which I watched for the first time this summer and which, I would argue, has become iconic for fashion today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.scifistation.com/images/kubrick_images/lolita_poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.scifistation.com/images/kubrick_images/lolita_poster1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last is the series of photographs of the Glastonbury festival I mentioned in my &lt;a href="http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-pall-mall-ashes-rises-brave-new.html"&gt;last post&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/standalone/trends/stylenotes/063008NOTES/14m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/standalone/trends/stylenotes/063008NOTES/14m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one seems to mix well with the other ideas, with its sense of pragmatism and simple coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series of images further reminded me of a song: "Bewitched," by Beat Happening, whose lyrics conjured up the image of the kind of girl who I aspire to be and/or dress like and who doesn't take any shit style-wise or otherwise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you hang in the crowd staring me down&lt;br /&gt;Lick that ice cream cone still I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;You've got me caught let go my heart&lt;br /&gt;Or give me a sign that you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;I've got a crush on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just imagine the girl the song was written about?  Check out &lt;a href="http://www.seeqpod.com"&gt;SeeqPod&lt;/a&gt; if you've never heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But altogether, what am I getting at?  Well, in short, it inspired me to blog again, and it sets the mood for the story I'm trying to tell.  Why do I get dressed in the morning? In part, to express myself, and part of that is pretending.  Don't you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058092387674305126-3688675913761201753?l=bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3688675913761201753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058092387674305126&amp;postID=3688675913761201753' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058092387674305126/posts/default/3688675913761201753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058092387674305126/posts/default/3688675913761201753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-beat-happening-and-summer-street.html' title='on beat happening and summer street style.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658201108089955819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04003886247379090572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9058092387674305126.post-7863911764881768042</id><published>2008-07-16T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:43:14.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manifesto'/><title type='text'>from the pall mall ashes rises a brave new blog.</title><content type='html'>I used to write a fashion blog.  And for some reason I couldn't push myself to do it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of reasons, personal and otherwise, but I want to start again. The caveat: I want to do it completely differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot I didn't like about the way my blog worked.  For instance: my interest has never lain in high fashion, &lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/5023445/in-defense-of-fashion"&gt;which is okay&lt;/a&gt;.  The last time I was on &lt;a href="http://www.style.com"&gt;style.com&lt;/a&gt;, I went straight for the &lt;a href="http://www.style.com/trends/stylenotes/063008"&gt;Glastonbury&lt;/a&gt; photos.  I prefer to see what real people wear, and to think about why they wear it.  Furthermore, I don't really do much shopping, since I've just moved out of my parent's house and my finances go more to keeping myself alive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer to focus on thoughtful fashion.  May I never chronicle another Forever 21 shopping spree, or respond to someone else's post with "well that sure is cute" in order to get more comments on my own blog.  May I never feign interest in couture just because that's what everyone else is doing and I want to seem like I know as much as they do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is intended to represent who I really am, and celebrate other people as they really are.  It may be a tall order, but if you're willing to take the leap, then jump on board!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9058092387674305126-7863911764881768042?l=bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7863911764881768042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9058092387674305126&amp;postID=7863911764881768042' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058092387674305126/posts/default/7863911764881768042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9058092387674305126/posts/default/7863911764881768042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bewitchedstyle.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-pall-mall-ashes-rises-brave-new.html' title='from the pall mall ashes rises a brave new blog.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09658201108089955819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04003886247379090572'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>