Anonymous asked: your blog is awesome
thanks bro
Warning: there will be a lot of photos in this post because I am super proud of this skirt I made and I’m in love with the jacket that I bought from American Apparel with this money. I feel like this is slowly developing into a sewing blog, but there’s nothing wrong with that.
The skirt is made from a sparkly gold and black stretch knit, and the sweater is houndstooth jacquard. The skirt was fairly simple to make; just an elastic waistband and rolled edge hem, but I’m proud of it nonetheless. I’m wearing a hand-me-down Le Tigre tee shirt from Eliz and saddle shoes from Etsy.
I want you to fully embrace the beauty of this jacket, so I have presented you with multiple close-ups for your viewing pleasure.
I spun around to show off my circle skirt and ended up having way too much fun.
There is a small garden plot on the side of my house that has, up until recently, contained some ferns, bleeding hearts, black-eyed Susans, and ditch lilies (goddamned bain-of-my-existence ditch lilies with the evil, invasive roots). It also was home to a gigantic pokeweed thing that popped up yearly, looked horrible, and got in everybody’s way. My mother fell in love with it, deeming it the Tree of Knowledge, and refused to let me or my dad cut it down.
This year, however, I decided to scale back on the ferns and the god-awful ditch lilies and plant a garden with columbines, phlox, anemones, pansies, and petunias. The trunk of the Tree of Knowledge left a large spot in the garden, about a foot in diameter, in which I could not plant any flowers. Today, I decided to do away with the thing entirely. My hatred of the weed being as deep-rooted as the thing itself, I plowed for an hour through the rocky New England soil in order to dig up the poisonous root. No, the plant really is poisonous; it’s known as “cancer-root.”
If I counted the rings correctly, the weed has been festering for over ten years.
Sorry for the flash; the sun was setting.
Ten dirt-encrusted fingernails and one blister later, the total comes to: Abigail - 1, Serpent - 0
I went to the Rihanna concert at TD Garden last night with Deb. The event had been postponed, A$AP Rocky didn’t show up for the opener, and Rihanna arrived three hours late without an explanation. It was a great performance though, and it was totally worth getting home at 2 in the morning (and having an APUSH quiz and a track meet the next day).
Anonymous asked: this is the person from bellingham from before... and now i'm going to sound like an even bigger stalker but i was going through your recent posts and i was at dramafest at attleboro too.. i'm sure you're very frightened now so i'm sorry and i'm going to stop haha but this is a very weird coincidence
no no no it’s okay, please come off anon and we’ll talk! i just don’t want to throw where i live around on the internet. if you don’t want to do that, shoot me an email, abigaillaurel@gmail.com :)
I went to the prom last night and I wore a pink dress from the fifties. Here are some photos.
Me, Sam, Bria, Maddi, Laura, Sarah
The boys, from left to right: Jeff (my date), Austen (pink hair), Corey, Ian
Final (and most important) photo by Caroline Cafasso
Abigail rode my skateboard into the sunset today
FUCKING WIND
My sophomore banquet was last night, and the photos I uploaded were eaten by the evil demon monster that is Windows 7. In looking through my Recycle Bin and various folders for the banquet pictures, I stumbled across a plethora of photos I’ve never posted on here and had completely forgotten about. I forgot about the photoshoots I used to have with myself and the hours I would spend crafting these silly scenes, only for the evidence to be buried in piles and piles of folders on my desktop. I think now is a good time to bring my freshman year self back to life. 
The tree on the left side of the photo is forked, and one day I came out to my tree fort and saw that a tree from my neighbors’ yard had fallen and landed right in the middle of my split tree. It’s hard to explain the physics of it, but you can see that I was then able to sit on this elevated branch. It was the most fantastic accident; unfortunately, my neighbors had their fallen tree removed and my special seat proved to be shortlived. Also, I bought those green Levi’s corduroys for something like $11 when the T.J. Maxx down the street from my house was closing. 
The collar I’m wearing here was my favorite thing, and I haven’t been able to find it anywhere. 
I specifically remember that the color scheme for this outfit was based off of Rihanna’s shoes in her Man Down music video. 
Deb took this photo of me the night of the car accident using a disposable camera. The little cap that covers the box that held the film popped off and all of the pictures were exposed before I could put the cap back on. Moral of the story: if you want your pictures to look totally ~*~soft grunge~*~ and ~*~film grain~*~, break your disposable camera.
End of a roll of film 
My dad and I were at a ball game at Fenway Park when someone (Dustin Pedroia? I forget who) hit a foul ball behind home plate. It ricocheted off of the head of a girl sitting about thirty seats away and landed in my dad’s hand. 
In springtime I develop an ankle tan line from wearing sneakers while running track.
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My hair was so short!
A nice tutu/stocking combo 
This picture is actually from fall of sophomore year, but it feels like a long time ago, nonetheless.
The pictures I’ve posted here are just a fraction of the pictures I’ve posted on my flickr, which are just a fraction of the pictures on my computer, but I hope you enjoy what you see!
| Me: | Can I get a what what? |
| My dad: | No. |
