One Might Not Be So Lonely

Well my friends I have quite some news to share. I am officially single. Yes I was single a month ago, but now I'm more singular. I do find one is the lonliest number so far, but hey there are plenty of other 1's out there right? Hehe, I was trying to be funny with some type of math joke and I think I failed.

Anywho, today I am writing about the perks of single-dom. Though I haven't yet experienced them myself, here goes. Cause just because you don't have to involve "WE" when ever you are talking to someone else, doesn't mean you aren't allowed anyless of the fun.

10 THINGS TO DO WHILE SINGLE:

1. You don't have to compromise on movie choices, settling for one you really do not want to see
2. You can eat whatever you want! You worries of garlic breath or binding by allergy regulations
3. You get to dress for you. Wearing your comfy sweater because it's comfy gosh darn it and you don't care if it makes you look 80.
4. You don't have to wait around your house trying to find something to do because someone is 10 minutes late to pick you up
5. Ladies: Make up less! You can come home after a long day and wash away all that rouge and foundation and just relax. Who are you trying to impress at home? You're dog?
6. No longer do you have to pretend you like something just because your significant other likes it. "Oh! Basketball! Yippee!" (Not)
7. You can buy things for yourself nothing worrying if it's silly or impractical
8. You can treat yourself out on the night on the town with the ladies or fellas and not about having to include your now 'ex'pendible other
9. You can do what you love and where to afraid or discouraged to do otherwise
10. No more awkward friend hang outs where you never really felt included

So there are somethings you get to do now you don't have 225 lbs. attacted to your hip (that's just a rough approximation). The things you can do for you and not having to worry about making them happy. Right now, I'm not quite ready to do those things, but in due time I know I will. Cause there are things you will miss from being in a relationship. What I'll miss the most? I'll miss the feeling of butterflies. Whenever I use to see my man, my stomach would do flips. Like if I opened my mouth a butterfly would fly out of me. That's how I think you can test if you are in a good relationship or not. If you feel the butterflies wanting to get out. I was only with him for a year, but everyday and every moment I saw him, I'd get that feeling. So everyone, if you feel butterflies, work to keep them. Don't ever settle for nothing less than butterflies. And when you can't quite feel them clanging around in your insides, maybe it's time to find someone else who puts them back
~ Kat ZappE

What Can You Do With A Sentimental Heart?

Hello.
Well I know I have already made a post about goodbyes. But since I just had to say goodbye to that dashing man of mine, possibly for forever, I thought I'd bring up the topic again. I don't how many of you out there have said goodbye to someone you love so so dearly. I'm not talking about death (least not today I feel morbid enough talking about this already). I'm talking about saying goodbye to someone who is still alive, who you still love, who still loves you and having to walk away from it all. Putting your heart on a shelf for awhile, you know, to keep it safe for the mean time.


It's like that little dress you bought having instantly fallen in love with it. The price may have been over what you had expected but you want to make it worth your while because it fits you beautifully and compliments every feature. You were it out and about, dress it up and down and it is always your go to piece. But sometimes when you love something so much, you wear it out. You notice the color fading or there's a snag at the hem. Not wanting to give up your love you repair it, and except it at face value, and continue going on. Even though we fix and fix, and love more and more, we can't fix damage beyond repair. You have to say goodbye the that piece of fabric you had loved so much and move on. You'll still have the memories, and though the perfect shoes to go with it may catch your eye from time to time, you just have to smile and move on.

So everyone out there, keeping smiling. And just move on.~ Kat Zappe

Comme Des Enfants (Like Children)

Hello Kiddies! Yes I am extremely sorry for taking a months long hiatus, and I am sorry I don't have a great excuse like I was trapped in a mine, or I was off galavanting with my dashing man. I really don't have an excuse at all so for shame on me.

So anyway, summer. Mmm, why is it when I think summer I think peaches and cotton. Not like the cotton fluff  in fields but nice smooth, soft, simple cotton pressed and made into t-shirts and summer dresses. I seem to have a theme with this blog always talking about yester year, but doesn't remind you all of Woodstock? Summer of love and life. I think that's what all summer should be about that. People coming together for one common reason. Although I think we can leave the nudity and illegal substances at home and just have a good sober time for all.

I think it was when 1999 hit when summer started becoming different for people. Children 10 and under it still means the same, but that age is rapidly lowering. Kids aren't allowed to be kids anymore. With all that darn media propoganda and technology bombarding them it's a wonder that they get to be kids at all. Now my generation, I'll call us 'Generation Huh?', we too are growing up to fast. Since when did the term 13 going on 30 become so literal? Yes, especially my generation, we have to buck up, ship up and ship out, we need to be taking on more adult things. But even so, we aren't graduated yet. Let us hold on the precious few seconds we have before life becomes a blur, formed from bills, car payments and pention plans. Adults (and by adults I'm talking 30- 40s here, I'm sorry you 20 somethings, but you have as little of a clue of what you are doing as the 17-19 year olds do) are pushing there adult views down the impressionable faces of the impending future, and with out knowing better, we are taking what they are saying and doing for what we too should be doing. Now 'Generation Huh?', listen to your guts here! Do what YOU think is right! Make choices that YOU will have to live by and abide. It's our futures we are talking about here! It isn't theirs anymore. You're off to great places, you're off and away!
~ Kat Zappe

Life Is What Happens When You Are Busy Making Other Plans

So end of the year, end of an era. Beginning of an end in a way. The last year of high school is upon me and I don't quite know what to make of it yet. My feelings remain bittersweet on the subject. I am so longing to be gone, far away from this piece of suburbian pie of Alberta, to be my own person and do whatever it is I've been wanting to do. But, I don't exactly know what it is I want to do. And what I'm most hesitant of, most unwilling to except, is saying goodbye. Saying goodbye to this town, no matter how much I don't seem to fit. Saying goodbye to my family even though at times I want to say good riddence. Saying goodbye to friends, some I know it's better to part, and others I will miss forever. And saying goodbye to that special someone. Whether they are picking up and leaving you or you are walking away from them.I think that's the hardest goodbye to say of them all. Saying goodbye to someone you love, under any circumstances.

When did growing up get to be so hard? And why the heck do we want it so badly? We want to grow up and grow up, get through one school to go to another, move through another year so we can get closer to the coveted age of adulthood. We move ahead so fast we forget to look around, stop and enjoy the flowers if you will. Cause, and this might just be me, but once you hit 15 or 16, life seems to pick up at full speed. I miss the childhood days. When making mistakes were apart of learning and coloring books were okay! (Yes, I still have a colorbook that I still use, wanna fight about it?)

When I think about growing up, I think about this poem in the book 'Perks of Being a Wallflower' by Stephen Chbosky. It goes a little something like this.Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year that Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

Okay I know this sound really morbid, but does it remind you, even slightly of what growing up is? Getting rid of the childhood, whether you want to or not? Have people remove their kid gloves around you, and start treating you like an adult. But adulthood, doesn't have to be as we think it has to be. Try to incorrirate your inner kid once in awhile. All hope won't seem lost.
~Kat ZappE

Leave Me Alone I'm Lonely

So I took a little field trip today. Maybe you've experienced this before. I took a field trip - by myself. Scary ain't it? The whole going in it alone. I had former plans but the house was bringing me down being alone. And why pass up an opportunity to go outside in Alberta on day where it's +25 celicus? So I went out. First with my dog so I wouldn't be totally alone. Warm breeze on my legs and I was trucking along. I went to the spot I would have gone to today. I sat there and soaked up some rains on my unusually pasty skin. Just sat. No book, magazine, mp3 or phone ( I wanted to ignore it). Just some random girl sitting on a hill laying on the grass with her white fuzzy dog rolling around in the grass. It felt nice. So nice in fact I ditched the dog at home and took a bike ride to the convenience store, and sat and read a Rolling Stone and ate a candy bar. People I knew walked in asking what I was doing and who I was there with. I said myself. All of a sudden I felt like I had to check like I hadn't grown a giant zit or something because the look was weird. And the AWW of that poor lonely girl who has no friends thing people do when they find out that you are alone. Oh no. I assure you I have friends. I didn't need the AWW coo.

When did making the choice to having me time become so wrong? It's like this foreign thing that people are terrified of. Because being alone equates to you having no friends, nothing better to do or you're sad. I personally think everyone should take what I like to call a 'Mental Health Day'. Be alone for a day! Okay, that may sounds drastic to some of you, so maybe a small dosage of a couple hours. Try it. Be alone, have a day where you don't have to worry about school, bills, family, work; anything.
Be kind, and have a You Day today
~Kat ZappE

Back In My Day...

Hello there one and all! I do apologize for not writing. I'd going to be cliche and say I was busy. Which matter of fact I was. Life is topsy turvey. But that's no real excuse, so my deepest apologizes.

I've been experiencing some flu like symptoms as of late, so I've been locked away in my house watching old movie after old movie. When not all of them all old movies, but they are all period pieces. The Picture of Dorian Gray (the original), The Black Dahlia, Peter Pan, Passchendaele, Revolutionary Road. In case you could tell I'm crazy about film. And all these movies have in commom is that they are set in a time where life was simplier. When life was glamorous. My favorites of Peter Pan, Passchendaele and Dorian Grey take place around the time of the Great War, or even a little before. People took the time they had and had fun with it while they could.

Now what happened to that sentiment these days? People these days don't even take the time to call, or even bother to set up a meeting to see you face to face. Now, I am not a technology basher at all. I'm using this site aren't I? But what happened to the good old days before hanging out was on Skype and before your relationship got serious before Facebook said so?
Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong decade. I wish I was born when parties where classy, and going to the movies or travelling by airplane were a big important deal. To wear pearls simply because that's what one does. To be Audrey Hepburn because everyone knew her by name and LBDs where NBD. What happened to the good old days? Whatever happened to Fay Wray?
~ Kat ZappE

And With A Dash Of Lace...

Fascinators. Simply fascinating no? With a look of a stylish girl with a feathered, beaded, or a headband with a great giant bloom on top brings me back to a time of glamour. I am transported to a place, a cocktail party or an extravagent wedding (think Kate and Will's tying the knot), an old culture that really shouldn't have been forgotten.

I am currently up for an event myself. My dear boyfriend is graduating this June and I am his date ;) But I can't be out done by the other girls in their poufy ballgowns, sparkles and and bouffants. I will be sporting a Marilyn Monroe, 7 Year Itch inspired coral red dress from Anthropologie and now a custom made/ homemade, fascinator. Add a touch of Hollywood glamour to an otherwise clique Albertan grad ceremony. The fascinator, with a pearl beaded veil, oversized white flower and studded beads a long the headband will be an gorgeous addition to the outfit of 50s-esque sass. Oh how I wish I was born in another decade, where the clothes were classy, and glamour events were always upon us. Oh well. Might as well spice up this decade ;)~Kat ZappE

(My fascinator DIY helping hand)http://blog.modcloth.com/2011-05-26-a-diy-fascination-with-fascinators

The Technicolour Dream Coat

Today began with the yellow trench coat. Taking a glance at it your mood is brightened. Perfect for such a dreary day. I feel like an international spy with it covering me (not an undercover one mind you, I can't think of an undercover agent with a bright yellow trench coat). The coat as a perfect pick me up, the day went on, as to reflect the weather outside.
Last bell rings, I'm waiting around for my Val Pal (best friends need awesome names) and my favorite teacher happens to notice me and tell me to pop by his room. An X-student of his is here who travels everywhere and anywhere is talking to people about taking a year off after high school and travelling abroad. I don't exactly know what my future has in store, and sitting in can't hurt. I wait up for my Val Pal, and we both sit in. Fortunately (for me, not so much for poor Mr. M who wanted more than 2 people listening to this girl), Val Pal and I got a lot of questions in, and it was rather interesting. But leaves me more confused. Fearless as I may seem, being as far as say Florence Italy, seems daunting and too big for even myself. But now, it is most definitely an option. I think the possibility of fashion, history, and discovery could be on my horizon. Fashionista brings new style to style captitals of the world. I could see that ;)
~ Kat ZappE

In the beginning...

Well this is new. To put my words to everyone out there willing to read. Well kudos for checking this out. I thank you. This blog is for fashion. This blog is for life. This blog is for my fellow highschool kids who don't really fit in a clique. This blog is for everything under the sun. No exceptions.
So if anything this is an introduction to a new beginning. Let us two drifters off to see the world go see it together, for there is such a lot of world to see. So, Hello and thank you. I hope we enjoy the ride together ;)

 ~Kat ZappE