// flower crowns //

she looks like a tiny fairy.

guess who likes wearing long-sleeved black clothes in hot weather? it’s me, testing my heat endurance so i can be the alpha.

holy crap, i’m a great photographer. i’m just kidding, i actually kind of suck, but i do like this photo. :)

pup and den mother were here a few days ago, and i got to teach them how to make flower crowns. (pup is the cute lil one with all the messy brown hair, and den mother has the pretty red hair.) you can be sure that if there are flowers around, i will be picking enough to weave a flower crown for myself or for a friend.

flower crowns are one of my favorite things ever. they sort of make me feel like an elf, i guess. like i’m alive and part of this world. nature is pretty, so decorating myself with it makes me feel a little pretty, too. also, flower crowns are just really great, and as an aesthete, i’m kind of drawn to them.

everyone looks nice in flower crowns, and i can’t help but feel ok when i’m wearing one. :)

and i wish that plant life would grow all around me, so i won’t feel dead anymore (plant life // owl city).

xo

loren

// redbud //

my pictures have all been blurry lately. i’m not sure what’s going on. maybe something is wrong with the camera. maybe i can’t stop shaking long enough to get a clear shot.

it’s finally spring. that means emerging buds and slight breezes and dandelions exploding from the ground like fireworks and the musky smell of the pear tree settling over the backyard.

the redbud tree is one of my favorite plants that has made its home here. it’s a pink eruption of delicate flowers amid the overwhelming green. the blossoms are edible; they’re tangy and sweet with a slight crunch. they taste like nostalgia.

xo

loren

What the Heck

Before we begin, I’m just going to say that I don’t really know what this post is about. It feels like one of those live streams where the host has no plan (Or something like that. My similes suck.). I wandered around my room with a camera, and that’s how this post was born.

Let’s go, shall we?

This is what my desk looks like right now. I blame art. I’m doing a watercolor painting of a coyote. Working on it yesterday morning, I was so tired that I put the wrong end of the brush into the paint water.

It’s not quite done. I still need to put some grass in the foreground to hide the fact that the coyote had no legs. Oops.

I embroidered this and my mom helped me put it in a frame.

Any Twenty One Pilots fans out there? I’m hoping my internet friends have better taste in music than my irl ones, since only one of them likes the band.

YES, I HAVE LODESTAR. BOW BEFORE ME, PEASANTS.

However, I haven’t read it yet, so we can’t fangirl together in the comments.

Jars of Orbeez have been sitting in the bathroom for years — they’ve been there since elementary school, I think. I used to change their water everyday, because I was a weird little duckling.

My mum finally convinced me to throw them out, though. They’re sitting in a strainer until we can figure out how to dispose of them.

I’m one of those people who love plants and give them cute pots and talk to them and name them. I got some mini cacti that I absolutely adore.

But they don’t have names yet. Do you guys have any suggestions? In my mind, the one in the gray and blue pot is a boy, and the one above is a girl. I’ll probably end up naming them after band members, but I’d still love to see what you would name them.

So I know my posts have been pretty spread out lately, and I’m sorry about that. I’d like to write about my thoughts and feelings and opinions on the world, but my family reads this blog, and I wouldn’t like them to see those things. I don’t want to share my views with my family, because if they disagree with me . . . things at home will get weird. Maybe someday I will be able to post things without worrying about my family reading them.

-Loren

(No pretty sign-off today. I don’t want to use my winter one because it feels like spring, and I haven’t made a spring one yet.)