Fantastic swap ♥

I had to say by to one of my lovely AP dresses.
Fantasic Dolly black OP, I'll miss you so much


I'm very found of cosmetic prints, and as a more classy-rocka-pinup style adopter for my everyday life, that piece was perfect.
But I did not sold it for naught.

In fact, I acquired a piece I like most.

 

Angelic Pretty's red fantasic dolly skirt.

One of the most original, classy and vintage piece AP released. 

Looking forward to get the OP, or the regular jsk (not the one with that shitty black stuff in the front).

Have you ever sold a print to get a version you wanted more? :D

♪♫ Dream dresses ♫♪

Random thoughts...

♥ I attended my local con, wearing Fancy Melody. Here's the only picture I got of my outfit...

 

Poor quality pic, for a silly coordination.

♥ And... I ordered the dress I wanted sooooooooo badly, maybe moar than Fancy Melody... Rose toilette! I got to see this in personn, a friend of mine was wearing it during the conv and I fell in supra dupra love. It was my dream dress, it became my dream.

 Yay! Did you ever fell in love with a dress after seeing it irl?



♥ A second unboxing video may arrive soon, along with an outfit one :)

First unboxing video ♥

Huge unboxing video. Hope you'll enjoy it.
I finnaly got my fancy melody... that was a great moment of my lolita-life.

One more time... ♪

I may have pursued my overbuying trip. 

Don't you worry, I'm on my way to rehab, as I just grabbed a bolero, to match my upcomming fancy melody coord. I still don't have any news concerning one of my packages, the one filled with shoes, assorted to dreaming macaron skirt and red AP bag. I start to get worried... What if it never shows up?

Anyway, a new princess-y piece is on it's way home. I really needed a pink top...

You can still check my waiting list, on blog pages here


I should take time for myself to think about what do I really need. And stop buying useless frills. Even is Ap is never useless. 

(I tend to think that's the one I ordered, missing front bow.) 

Paris I love you

Paris. My birth town.
My tour Eiffel, my Moulin Rouge, and all those little things I used to say while going back home, seating at the back of my grand prent's car.

Paris, I love you. You, the most beautiful and outstanding place on earth.

I am not used to post that kind of topical post, on a blog that is not politically oriented, on a place meant to express joy and be fun.

But my hometown is bleeding. All those deaths. People wanted to have fun.

I can't stop crying, looking at those joy-filled faces, belonging to the ones who lost their lives.


I know it's not a good tribute. Not original. Not even an interresting post.
But please, Paris, listen to my anger. My voice. My aching soul.

Paris, I love you. You, the owner of my heart.

Bang my bangles

You got the dresses. You got the rings. Now, let's introduce my ultimate passion: bangles.

Yeah, they are cheap. Nope, not elegant. Worst, bf (or mom) always think they are your lil sis'.

And among everything: I FU***** LOVE 'EM.

 

 

What are your thougts about those... Erm... Let's say "youth reminders"?

Sweet dream of mine

It's been five years. Five years since my biggest obsession was to be a lolita. 
In mean, I already was some kind of fugly ita, known about AP and their "overpriced damned 6 years old dresses" (yeah, that's how I used to describe those. Yeah, it really happened. Yeah, from a diehard AP junkie).
But let's go back to the point.

At that time, I would have killed someone and sell his organs to get a fu***** pair of unicorn puke coated otk.

I remember those days lost in front of my computer, staring at that website, Angelic Pretty Paris (Rest in piece you old god).  

And how noboody got what the hell was happening to me.



Five years. Half a decade. And so, what?



So, that.

Yeah, that good old holy grail of fancy melody.
Never in my whole existence, I'd have expected that musical amount of pink lace to be mine.

I did not always been faithful to lolita. Forgive me, I even left it a while ago. But for a significant time, I thought about reconsidering those frilly frills sleeping in the attic.
It's like a phoenix  borning again from its ashes.

I won't explain there why I left lolita behind, but certainly not for the Fancy Melody jsk in dusty pink.

Just have to wait, and we will be together, you dream haunter.