
There are a few things I don't want to be known as by my neighbors:
- The Landlord's Daughter
- The Weird Girl who Takes Pictures of Herself
- The Girl who has a New Boy Over Every Week
- The Girl Who can't Park Correctly
Sadly, after today, I think it's possible that I might have acquired all of these titles. Let me explain.
The Landlord's Daughter:
Yes, my family owns the apartment building where I currently live. For a while, I only introduced myself as "Alana" to my neighbors and put no name on my mailbox. Then the mail man/lady left a note saying "no name, no mail," so that didn't last very long.
The Weird Girl who Takes Pictures of Herself:
This afternoon, a girl totally noticed me taking pictures of myself on the balcony. Though she didn't say anything, I know she must have looked. Seriously, she walked her dog past my balcony about a gazillion times!
The Girl who has a New Boy Over Every Week:
First, my friend Eric came to visit from Boston. We were seen coming home late and then drinking tea on the balcony together the next morning. Then, my friend Jon came to see the new place. And finally, Thibault stayed here for two weeks and I know the grandma lady who lives across the hall saw us together often.
The girl who can't park correctly:
For some reason I almost always park in this HUGE space in front of my building. It's not your typical rectangular parking space, it's more like a trapezoid. So really, however you park, it looks like you're doing something wrong. But, because my car is so so small, it makes my parking job look even worse.
Sigh. What's a fashion blogger who is friends with lots of boys, has a really small car and happens to be the landlord's daughter supposed to do?
I'm
wearing:
Top: Loft
Belt: Primark
Jeans: Citizens of Humanity, found in a pile of neatly folded clothing in the trash room of my college apartment
Shoes: Old Navy
Headscarf: my childhood "dress-up clothes!"