A first post in my little diary - an occasion definitely calling for a celebration! A start of the new joyous journey. I've started this blog and this diary section to document whatever beauty finds me in this life. I would also love to archive my experiences in lolita fashion and a journey as little by little I incorporate it into my daily life. As I find life to be fleeting and unpredictable, I do find it to be wasteful not to focus on things that are shimmering with beauty and daintiness. A butterfly in its adult form lives only for a few days and yet we appreciate its form no matter how short it lasts. Why should my own life be viewed any different?

As I get older, I miss my girlhood more. As I get older, I gain more courage to do things I was too afraid to dp or wasn't able to at all/ My little larvae era when I was fascinated with lolita and dreamt of wearing beautiful skirts, frilly blouses and elaborately decorated headwear, but didn't know where to begin, nor did my mother was beaming with joy when hearing about the style called "lolita". My love for for classic literature has always been vast, I was pretending to be Anne from Green Gables, trying to speak in the most ornate manner. And yet, as I couldn't properly become what I have always wanted, I decided to reject it. A little protective cocoon of a tomboy - my little pupae era. I wasn't interested in dainty lace, in ornate frills anymore. I wanted to be tough, despite always being prone to crying. I wanted to be loud and sure of myself despite being oh so insecure and rather shy. I still have these traits; being a maiden doesn't always meant to be helpless and dainty. Yet now, when I have embraced both of these girls, little mischevious twins, can coexist within me, now I think I can finally be myself. This little place in the vast web of connection and so many different people is where my expression will leave a little trace of my fragile existence.

And thus, this little place will become my own chateau, when I learn to celebrate what I have and share this celebration with others. Please make yourself at home - scourage through my wardrobe, look at my dolls glinting by the cabinet glass, view artwork as well as rummage through my little musings on media and various things. The world is your oyster and so is this little blog!

Sincerely Yours,
Nel