My Inspiration "Bored"

Periodically, I drop by the bookstore to see if any magazines or books or knick-knacks peak my interest. The number of inspirational items at this immense resource has dropped at a disheartening rate over the past 3 months. Today, for example, I leafed through a few past favorite magazines, only to find them and their articles blasé, unappealing, and unrealistic. Yes, that $2,000 purse is quite lovely, however, I will never use it. Some of the outfits would look great if I was a performer or celebrity but here in my hometown I would be mistaken for a hooker or a desperate middle schooler in those particular outfits.

Ironically, I took home a traditionally male-audience magazine about music and menswear. Go figure. In my bedroom, I have a board where I pin up things that inspire me. Here it is at the moment:

[starting clockwise from the top: the My Melody watch I got as a gift from a very generous 6-year-old, A printing-press-printed valentine that I stamped and colored at an art studio open house, a little black cat I drew, Eddie Redmayne and a red glitter heart sticker, a 60s Brigette Bardot inspired look, this month's NYLON and Glamour, the new CD from Action Item (a boyband that ranks somewhere between The Wanted and The Monkees), a cologne ad starring Alexander Skarsgård, and two ads for Juicy Couture's new fragrance.]

I'm probably going to rip out a lot of the Adam Levine photo-spread and after photo-copying some pictures for a gal pal, pin a few of them up there. His tattoos are amazing, it helps that the canvas is so handsome. ha ha.

I need a photo of Matthew Belamy and Brandon Flowers to complete my sexy artist tri-force. And Brandon Boyd, so I guess it's a quartet. What a heavenly quartet that would be.

Speaking of heavenly, I let my flowerchild out yesterday and braided a flower wreath.

But getting back to my lack of inspiration, I think getting older has made me harder and more realistic. I try to do good, I know I can't change the world by myself, but I can change my community. I miss all the fun things my friends and I would do in the name of "ART". We've spray-painted messages of love on bridges and abandoned walls, we've braided flower crowns for each other and made up fairytales, we drove two hours just to eat at our favorite resteraunt, went to get ice cream and 2 in the morning, and even snuck into "restricted areas" just so we'd havethe best few of the sunset. I blame age. I'm putting an end to this monotony, tomorrow I begin plans to revolt against age and be a bohemian again.

Good night Lovelies,
Wish me luck! - LL