While I'm dressing up in Harry Potter colors today, I must admit, I have never found myself to fit well to the qualities of the red and gold house of Gryffindor. I loved the Harry Potter books as a kid, and I themed my room as middle schooler in a Harry Potter fashion with a wrought-iron bed and stars. I tried to learn to knit to get myself one of the house scarves - funny enough, I did learn to knit about 10 years later. I always wanted to be a Ravenclaw - smart and reserved - but in reality, every test I ever took that I didn't knowingly cheat my answers a bit, put me in Hufflepuff. The novels has great memories for me - of my sister reading them to me when I visited her, making homemade wands with my neighbors, and going to a local Harry Potter fest with them. Those days feel more distant now - I haven't even seen all of the movies since my disdain for the 4th one overcame any desire to see the rest of the series. That, and my anger towards their inability to give Daniel Radcliffe some green contact lenses.
Some random but pretty good butter beer-like butterscotch beer from a Jungle Jim's trip that day.
cardigan :: target remixed
cask party dress :: modcloth
tights :: target remixed
flats :: born remixed
necklace :: c/o uncommon goods remixed
ring :: kate spade remixed
tote :: sass and peril remixed