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The following was origanally written as a rant about how much school sucks (important sidenote: school sucks, learning stuff doesn't). However, then it slowly turned into a petition against racism/discrimination, to be subsided later on about... well, I don't even know... This post is thus a collection of thoughts sewn together in the hope it'll make some sense. If it doesn't than I'm very sorry for wasting your time. But if it does I'M A GENIUS, I KNEW IT! Alright, let's start this shizzle...

"Lives are snowflakes - unique in detail, forming patterns we have seen before, but as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really looked at them? There's not a chance you'd mistake one for another, after a minute's close inspection.)"
Neil Gaiman

"I think people are as individual as snowflakes, they kinda look alike but no two are exactly the same, and all classification is the root of prejudice."
Craig Ferguson

"Your content is a unique snowflake. Nobody’s channel is like yours. Now you can organise and present your videos and playlists to reflect your one-of-a-kind style."
Youtube

If we all are indeed little unique snowfakes, why is it then that we aren't treated as such? There's a strict confirmation made between what's good, average and bad. We all get graded through a strict system. There's no room for errors or personal promptings, because that would mean you have to go off the grades-list, which would make us uncategorized and chaotic. But how else could we justify the successes of our fellow creatures? Those who have risen out of the ground, often from an early age, apparent to be greater than most of us. They must be identified with the main characteristics of a snowflake, namely unique and special (because being unique doesn't always equal with being special). They are often praised for being uncommen or even rare. However, in day to day life this principle we apparently appreciate a lot (it's often fame accompanied with those skills) gets to be humbled down. If we don't follow the rules there will be huge consequences. If we do follow the rules there will (also) be huge consequences. As you can tell there's a strong contradiction within those prosumptions. The answer for this might be that we humans aren't like snowflakes. We humans might just be like humans. As boring it may sound.


"Human beings are good, they have shadow, every single one of us has redeeming qualities and every single one of us has qualities that people can hold against us. That's what makes us human."
Matt Bomer

The word human gets the definition of a member of the genus Homo and especially of the species Homo Sapiens. However if we're bound to that definition, our lives ought to be very plain. And believe me, it sometimes seems to be plain but it really isn't. Going by the eccentric Grace Jones, "One creates oneself". So we humans are humans because we've defined ourselves as humans. But why is it that the definition we've given ourselves isn't good enough? Why is it that we humans always search for an equivalent of our being?

I frankly don't know. Maybe it's because of the great diversity between one human being and another human being. Or atleast, the great difference we experience. I've always wanted to be different or better said "an individual". However, we are all searching for people who are alike, so we can become something different on our own... with eachother. A snowflake is an individual because it's a unique something that floats around on its own. While we humans are forever searching for people likewise minded. And besides the acclaimed searching, we as a society are trying to dictate and thereby redact other participants within the society, trying to create or unite eachother through a certain harmony. Ain't no snowflake ever done that!


"They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?"
Jeanette Winterson 

A snowflake is a snowflake because it just is. A human is a human because we as beings defined that difference between the socalled existing things we've witnessed. Therefore a snowflake can never be human and a human can never be a snowflake. Atleast that's what "we" have decided a long time ago. By stating this difference I'm basically just repeating the boundaries that I've learned to be the truth and nothing but the truth. And it's obviously not the physical characterisations we identify oureselves with when comparing humans to snowflakes.


"You are not special. Your are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else."
Chuck Palahniuk

Everyone is a snowflake because there are no snowflakes alike, and there are no humans alike and therefore it must be a good analogy towards the being of an individual. However, who's stated that we're individuals in the first place? Isn't it mostly an equal ground we all posses that's representative towards the being of a person? And naturally the outcome is different because the factors we're exposed at are different. Therefore we're all actually equal. So the individual hides itself into the experimental factors that are (un)controllable. For instance illness. Illness is something not everyone's exposed at (and naturally differs in degree. I mean there's a great difference between the impact of a cold or actual bronchitis and the mental and physical impact both can have on your being).

This making the individual dependent on (mal)function of the body. The physical brings a mental picture with it. The body doesn't function like it ought to do and therefore you could like suffer from allergies or such. So you need for instance take great atention to what you eat, when you eat and where you eat. This changes your diet pattern from that of the average diet patterns which can built a wall between you and someone else's awareness of food. Besides, eating is a social affair and this influence your state of being (your development as being average). Thereby the individual gets formed because it's made a distinction between you and someone else (an experimental factor).


"There's no way to be truly great in this world. We are all impaled on the crook of conditioning".
James Dean

However, this brings you to another categorization -everyone who's allergic- where another standard has been held up as average. And so on and so on, until all of the paths you've had to overcome in your life that are different to everyone else, makes you indeed different and therefore an individual. Hereby not saying that you are for instance your illness or other struggles, but that we (yes even you) like to put things into perspective. And we all know that generalizations or stereotypes aren't the whole story, but it is something that limits you pertaining to the average crowd (which I realize doesn't probably in actuality exists).


"So I guess that’s losing your innocence: realizing that you are not special. And then maybe realizing that that’s OK; that life is not, in fact, you versus the world."
Tavi Gevinson

As stated once by one of my teachers regarding taste and art and stuff and how we may preceive ourselves as precious little unique things: all has been done before and we're basically living within the widely accepted boundaries based upon our culture (it was a very uplifting lecture). Or as said by Hank Green from the Vlogbrothers it's all cultural based:

"I saw a post on tumblr the other day, it was wonderful, it said: How do boys look so hot and they never have to wear make-up!?! It was one of those moments when suddenly you noticed the water you've been swimming in your whole life, right. We're always surrounded by culture, we never notice it's there. That's how culture works. But in that moment, you're like 'Yeah! how come boys don't have to wear make-up to look hot and girls do?'. Because boys without make-up don't look better than girls without make-up, but in our culture they do."

Hereby we're exposed or tempted by our surroundings and our definition of being. It's all based upon a relative approach towards distinction between one thing and the other. What's hot? for instance or even the difference we experience as being devided between "boys" and "girls" and therewith the role you play within society and the accepted boundaries you ought to live your life by (as stated by our upbringing which self evidently is based upon our culture).

So yeah, that's what I've been thinking about between breakfast and lunch. Have a nice day.

Love,
Dominique


Photo credits:
1. Lovely Flowers
2. You didn't happen to pass a pretty boy, bearing a club sandwich...
2. Lovely Jess
3. I see dead people
4. More Lovely Flowers
4. Lovely Painting of Lovely Flowers
5. MORE TEA
8. Alexa smears it all over her face
7. Lovely Eye
8. Arrow, innit.
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Today is Father's Day (well now yesterday, but when I started writing this post it was still Sunday, please bare that in mind... carry on)  and to celebrate it I'd bought some tickets for me and my dad to go and see an ABBA tribute band (ABBA CZ! as they'd let us know after every one or so song... it was hilarious...). We had buckets full of fun! My dad and I aren't particular massive ABBA fans (although I say this while I'm at the moment headbanging my heart out to their music), so when the concert started and the first five songs that they sang were absolutely unknown to us, we felt a small leak in our bucket (get it... I AM SO FUNNY). However, when they started to sing Super Trouper, Mamma Mia, Take a Chance, Dancing Queen, Waterloo, Voules Vous and so on and so on, we felt right at home (however we didn't always know the right lyrics, so we just sang... something... as if they knew...).

The concert took place at our local open-air theatre.



Because the band had came right after a concert they did in Prague (and immediately came here riding in their car), they had only a few cds with them. Thus they gave them away for free. Yay for free stuff! So everyone came to the edge of the stage and tried to be the lucky one. My dad's got longer arms than me and managed to get the last cd. Not that we'll play the life out of it, but it's just fun and isn't ABBA (especially a tribite band) made for just fun?!

Earlier that day I went with my dad and mom to a sort of shop at home, which had a lovely calm garden. They also had this sort of arc thingy, which made me think of Alice in Wonderland. When I was younger I've never been read Alice in Wonderland and I find it quite funny that now, when I'm "all grown up" these kind of stories really attract me. Maybe it's my subconscious talking...

On YouTube I've found the very first Alice in Wonderland film ever made. I love old films. They are mostly cute, creepy and confusing (not really something I'd watch before bedtime, because that mistake I've done once before... nightmares aren't made for a good night sleep, ya know).

By the way, if you happen to be down there on the YouTube platform and you're curious about moving images of everything described above, well maybe the following will be something for you! I feel like that sounded like one of those Tell Sell advertisements. "Does your feet hurt when you walk outside? Maybe you should go and try a pair of shoes?!". And than some woman who's been badly dubbed "I always went outside without any shoes on, but thanks to Super Mega Master Shoe Pro Z I now do! My life has been literally turned upside down!" Now for only 99.99 euros! But wait, there's more! If you order now, you get a pen for free! But that's not everything! If you double your order, you get not only a pen, but also a skipping rope! Isn't that AMAZING! And now an eighties compilation of happy people walking... I'm sorry... the point I wanted to make, I've uploaded a video on YouTube (go me! Being an all cyber space internet person!). So yeah... you could watch that. Or not. Just like this blogpost. But if you've come this far, you've probably already did (read it. You've already probably read it. Just to be clear).


This post has been a bit rambly all-over the place. Just the state of mind I'm currently in. Happy Father's Day (which here has already passed for like 10 minutes, but still... love you dad!).

Goodmorning!

Love,
Dominique
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Picture credits:
1. Lovely sheer socks.
2. London's calling
3. Ain't afraid of black cats.
4. Spicey.
5. Birds falling down the rooftop.
6. Moon me good.
7. Oil me up, Scotty.
8. Shine bright like...
9. One can never have too many jackets.
10. It's a twin thing
11. Torn up town.
12. Come dine with me.
13. It's Friday, Friday...

When I was a young one, I've always had two career choices in mind. One was doing something in Fashion (making clothes or styling or anything similar) and if that led to a dead end I could always rely on number two: being a witch. While every little girl dressed up like a princess, me and my sister paraded through town as fabulous witches (something we've still got the hang of).

I've always loved Friday the 13th because everyone is aware of the day. Even those who aren't superstitious know that it's Friday the 13th and that initself is quite mystique. AND it's going to be full moon tonight, which emphaizes the witchy vibes the 13th brings into the air...

Statistically speaking, the chance of it being the 13th and a Friday is (a bit) higher than it being the 13th and a Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday/Saterday/Sunday. Every month that begins on a Sunday has a 100% chance of there being a Friday the 13th. Also, still talking numbers, Friday the 13th has multiple explanations for its existence. The first naturally being related back to the Bible. Friday's the day the Romans carried out their death sentences (and we all probably know who allegedly died on a cross). And 13 then being the number of persons that attended the Last Supper.

Friday the 13th can also be descended from a Norwegian saga about an evil god called Loki who wasn't invited to a party and thus crashed it as the 13th guest, plunging earth into mourning. Oh, Loki...

Recent research however has placed the superstition surrounding this particular day with this particular number as something more of a new age. The first signs of Friday being an unlucky day has been found written down in the 17th century. However, there were yet no signs of it specifically being bound to a Friday the 13th. The relation between the two may be related back to a book written in 1907 called Friday the 13th by Thomas Lawson. However, the number 13 has had for some inexplicable reason always something bad about it.

Triskaidekaphobia is the fear of the number 13 and is based upon the Greek words tris meaning 3, kai meaning and, deka meaning 10 and naturally phobos meaning fear or morbid fear... obviously. There are even two words to describe the fear of Friday (fancy, innit, two long words for one fear). Beginning with the word friggatriskaidekaphobia which is, as you've might noticed, the same as triskaidekaphobia only with frigga being attached to it. Frigga is for a change not Greek but Norwegian and refers to a Norse goddess called Frigga which in English has been translated into Friday. The other word is paraskevidekatriaphobia which again is derived from the Greek words Paraskevi meaning Friday, dekatreis meaning 13 and that all being stuck together to the word phobia. Oh how exhilarating!

I'd like to thank Wikipedia for enhancing my knowledge (probably incorrectly, but it makes me sound smart...). My first year of college has almost come to an end. I've learnd a great deal of things. Most of them aren't directly school related... a biggie naturally being the train rides. I still don't like trains, but I'm able to get in and get out without being killed. Yet. Yay. And as a little extra for y'all, the word for fear of trains/railroads/train travel is siderodromophobia. Not that I can pronounce it or anything...


Love,
Dominique
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I've got quite some pictures of me posing outfits, however I never post them... So I thought that it might be a good idea to work against the backlog and post 13 outfits in one go. Yay.

What I'm wearing

Outfit #1
Top: Dyanne
Trousers: Fashioned by Pluche
Shoes: Primark
Headscarf: old one from my grandma

Outfit #2
Blouse: H&M
Jumper: InWear
Shorts: Fashioned by Pluche
Tights: Hema
Baret: H&M
Shoes: H&M

Outfit #3
Dress: See by Chloe
Leather trousers: InWear
Coat: InWear
Shoes: H&M
Hat: H&M
Sunglasses: Kruitvat
Necklaces: Pentagram gift from my dad & studded choker from some weird shop I can't remember the name of...

Outfit #4
Dress: Mart Visser
Shoes: Primark
Necklace: Local thriftstore

Outfit #5
Blouse: H&M
Jacket-esque flowy thingy: H&M
Shorts: Fashioned by Pluche
Shoes: H&M
Tights: H&M
Socks: Pretty Angelic

Outfit #6
Blouse: H&M
Jacket: Vanillia
Trousers: Fashioned by Pluche
Shoes: H&M

Outfit #7
Blouse: InWear and the rest all H&M

Outfit #8
Coat: InWear
Blouse: InWear
Skirt: Zara
Shoes: H&M

Outfit #9
Onesie: Part Two
Socks: Angelic Pretty
Shoes: H&M

Outfit #10
Blouse: H&M
Jumper: Fashioned by Pluche
Skirt: Vanillia
Shoes: H&M

Outfit #11
Blouse: H&M
Kimono: Fashioned by Pluche
Leather jacket: Arma Collection
Legging: H&M
Shoes: H&M


Outfit #12
Blouse: InWear
Dress: H&M
Shoes: H&M
Hat: Forever21

Outfit #13
Green knitted top: Fashioned by Pluche
Jacket: Promiss
Skirt: Vanillia
Shoes: H&M
Sunglasses: Can't remember where I've got them from
Pearl Necklace: Flea Market

And that's the whole lot. *sigh*

Love,
Dominique
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