The Brilliant Purple

When I was in high school, I discovered a Japanese vocal artist whose stage name was The Brilliant Green. I thought that was such a cool name for anyone or any thing, I ended up calling a blog of mine "The Brilliant Purple" (I think I had to shorten it to The Brilliant Purp, because it was too many letters for the title).

My mother tells me that purple has always been my favorite colour, and that before I could even speak, I pointed out a purple plaid shirt for my dad's birthday. My mom picked it up and lo and behold: It was the right size and everything. I don't know if my dad really loved it, really loved me or both, but he wore it until it was really sheer and I was in my late teens. :)

For a while I had absolutely nothing purple in my closet because I was afraid of getting into a colour funk and I was desperately/bravely trying to break out and try new things. But recently I've told people that purple is my favorite and they look surprised. I barely wear it, so there's little to show for this long, chromatic love affair of mine.

Luckily, my sister knows best more often than not, and purchased this cardigan as a gift for me. Much like the last cardigan she got me, I bet I'll be seen in this for a long time to come.

That morning I woke up and said to myself "I'm going to go really cray on the eye makeup!" :D

Sometimes you just get really excited about ideas...

Got my pink ear phones!

Belt shot! (Or something...) :p

Doing my Olan/Good Earth thing

And now, for your enjoyment, The Brilliant Green! (I had to, after that shout-out, right?) :p 

I remember hearing someone say "All good things must come to and end... but so must all bad things!"  

I feel like that's the message that this song is trying to convey. That languid positivity plus the chill guitar riff makes this one of my favorite songs of hers. :)

Tomoko Kawaze, keep doing your thing, Honey! You are one breezy babe!

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This summer my great uncle had his 90th birthday party. Best friends with my grandfather, my mother was raised as his niece. His daughters have become my aunts, and all the kids of the next generation are my cousins. More so than any other set of friends, I see them frequently, and I often feel like we look out for one another, just like family. 

My great uncle is so beloved that with all the party-goers, I barely got to talk to him that night. It was a relaxed evening where I made the hors d'oeuvres, and afterwards posed for some pictures while my sister had the camera and my cousin kept us riveted with his piano playing. 

I wore a dress that I abandoned for ages, and my aunts all "ooh"ed and "aah"ed as though it were brand new. That's when it hit me that I've never shown this dress to all of you. :)  

Braids and pearls seem to make a good pair. 

Playing an original composition while I'm rendered breathless