Happy anniversary to our dear Wills & Kate!

We at Tirvani just wanted to wish our darling William & Kate a very happy anniversary!

And in utmost Tirvani style, keep an eye out for a royally special one-year anniversary post!

(Hint: Lupo, the royal couple's dog, is sure to make an appearance)

Ode to the 70s.

Oh my dear 70s,
How I greatly relish reliving you–
With your wild youths busting out the tie-dye, sporting hair that was crazy wild and free, 
and getting down on the dance floor–
You put me to shame.
Your exuberance and excellence... yes, I can certainly put all the blame on you.
I could have lived life quite happily.
But with your large and fanciful shadow looming over me, 
it's beyond impossible for me to ever live up to greatness that occurred during your time. 
I try to be like you.
I pretend to be you. 
But in the end, I'm not nearly as cool as you.
- Sincerely, T

Now imagine this cute this little face getting down on a Saturday night like no other, screaming her head off with so much delight. And believe me it did happen. Oh yes it did. I have the lack of a voice to prove it. Now to fill in a few blanks: a happy birthday, major party, 70s theme, dance floor (and some serious boogying to accompany it), rave music (to accompany the boogying), a competition for a lava lamp, and a completely overused photobooth. And now of course with the permission of those in the pictures, I give you some of those fabulous examples of photography:

Now back to the afore mentioned lava lamp tournament. Yes, there was a contest for 5 crazy partygoers to win 1 of the 5 available lava lamps. The rules of this event? Dance like there's no tomorrow--no stopping, no leaving the dance floor, breaking loose like there were ants in yo' pants. And let me tell you it was a battle. Sweat was flowing, feet were hurting, mouths were parched. But we all kept going, and going, and freaking going. Now my lovely readers, is it even necessary to say  that obviously I am now a proud owner of blue liquid with yellow gel lava lamp? Oh I'm sure it's absolutely no surprise. I was soaked with sweat at the end of it... It was an excellent workout, 70s style.

So to sum up: crazy Photobooth pictures, dancing like a mad(wo)man was acceptable/getting the workout of a lifetime, lava lamps gifted, and of course, a Saturday night well spent.  

Artsy, dontcha think? (Part 2)

Back for more are you? Well of course you are, as if I (or wild horses as the saying goes) could even attempt to keep you away.

Well, for a new topic... thrift store finds. Feast your eyes of these photos which are excellent examples of the treasures that await for you in your local thrift store. Now before you guys turn your nose up to me, sniff disdainfully about the supposed lack of cleanliness in these institutions, or act in a supercilious manner about some nit-picky details about thrift stores, let me dispel all fears and myths. Both the cardigan and the jean shirt are from a thrift store, and I got them both for a combined value of about $8. My dear friends, when is the last time you've gotten anything for $8? Other than food... and even then! Of course you have to wash the clothes, but once you're past that step, they're all yours for the wearing. Even the orange cardigan from my birthday post is from a thrift store. Thrifting is the way to go, especially in this crappy economy.  

Well, let me not keep you waiting any longer. Let the artsy love continue on Tirvani:the blog. Enjoy my little duckies!

Now I know people look down on the whole jean-on-jean look (I was most definitely one of those people) but what can I say? I pulled a 180º and I can safely say my life has been forever changed. Try it some time. Really. Jean-on-jean is coming back in a big way. But enough about what I think about it--how do you guys feel about wearing jean with jean?

Artsy, dontcha think? (Part 1)

Artsy: (from urbandictionary.com) to be overly expressive in the need to stand out from others and make an aesthetic statement. A forceful expression of art.

Artsy isn't even the word to describe that fabulous sight your eyes are approximately 20 seconds away from devouring. 

Now whatever could be the reason for the dressing up? A free dress day at a school, synonymous with a day of freedom, and day of self-expression, and day to wear whatever the heck we want. (We have a uniform/are required to follow a dress code/are strategically made to look the same as every other person at our school, if that wasn't made clear form this heated "rant". But that's all just for kicks and giggles. We actually don't mind it all that much.) Our school's saving grace though, is that once a month, we at Tirvani (and the rest of the school of course) get the opportunity to look our best, strut our stuff, and wow everyone with our fantastical fabulous fashion finds.

Now enough chatting... Let us begin to main section of our program or rather... let the ooh-ing and awe-ing over these extraordinary pictures of A begin.

Going into this photoshoot, we set up near an ever classic white wall a professional and bright photography light that got increasingly hotter, to point that its temperature became we-could-have-baked-delicious-cookies-on-it hot. Who even knows what it's called... All we know is that it delivers some amazing results, no? 

Cuz when you're 15...

... It's freaking awesome. As of April 23rd, I will have officially been 15 for an entire one week, in which time the idea of me actually being 15 has basically sunk in. I don't think it'll be completely real until when in about 6 months I get my freaking permit and therefore legally become allowed to terrorize the roads... with adult supervision of course. But the best part about birthdays? They're an absolute perfect excuse to get dressed up, put on yo' fancy clothes, get all dolled up, and celebrate that one extra year in style.

 

 

 

It's Time to Put Away Those Pea Coats

YES! Spring is here! ...Well sort of at least. I know you guys are aching to pull out those sheath dresses and florals, but why don't we just start with putting those beloved pea coats away first, eh?