Changes

Hello readers,

I'm so sorry for the lack of updates! I don't have proper internet access at my home and my landlord won't fix it, so I don't have the opportunity to update on a regular basis. It's highly annoying!

Lately, I decided that I don't feel like a lolita anymore. So I decided to not call myself a lolita anymore, and I most likely won't participate much in the lolita community anymore. I used to wear lolita on a regular basis, which later turned to wearing it only occasionally, at events. By now I haven't worn lolita in... probably a year. So I think I've grown out of it, even though I still like the style, and still consider it a hobby of mine.
I also think my interest in wearing it faded because of the changes in the community. When I first got into lolita (which was 2007 or so), it was okay to just wear some pretty make-up. But now, wearing wigs, lenses and eyelashes almost seem like a requirement. I don't feel like a pretty lolita anymore if I don't wear them, so for me the fun is gone. I never liked all those fake things.
I sold all of my lolita clothes, except two dresses and a blouse and cutsew, and some accessories I love. I'm still planning on wearing them every now and then. It's just that there are other things in my life now, which make me much happier. I've come to realize that in the end, lolita fashion really is just clothes.

One of the most important things in my life right now, are horses. When I started to wear lolita, I forgot how much I love horses and what a positive influence they have on my mood and confidence. I never got such a positive energy from anything else.

I'll get some photo's of horses printed soon, and these two will most likely be printed and framed. Most people who know me on Facebook already know these are two of my favorite photo's. I just can't get anough of them.

On the photo on the left you can see me with Omo, the pony I started out with a year and a half ago. She made me gain trust, and I did my first bareback canter in 10 years on her back!

The one on the right is me and Moira, a lovely Friesian. I was a little scared of tall horses, but she helped me gain trust. One fun fact: She always refuses to lift up one of her hind feet, but I managed to do so once I started feeling more comfortable around her. Things like that are a great confidence boost, so looking at this photo reminds me that you can get over fears, and that more self-confidence has a positive effect for yourself and others.

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To close off this entry, I decided to post some pictures of one of my recent looks. As I said before, the trends I currently like are:
- Peter pan collars
- Studs and spikes
- Crosses

I'm not wearing any crosses on these photo's, but I am wearing some of my favourite things. Including my new boots! I was very lucky to find them in my size, because they were constantly sold out. Do you like them?

I'm also wearing my new mascara in the photo's, which is a new favourite of mine. It's the Chanel Inimitable Intense mascara. If anyone's interested, I might do a review!

That's all for now, I hope you liked the pictures, and that you're having a lovely autum.

Love, Nonette

Failed drawing

So, I tried to draw a horse today for the first time in about a year, and... it didn't turn out very well.

The nose is way too small, the ears aren't in the correct places, nor are the eyes and cheek. And what can I say? I simply suck at drawing manes.

Here it is:

The last drawing I made was in August 2010, which was this one. I must say I was more pleased with this than the drawing of today. But again, sucky manes. I've never been good at drawing hair!

Yesterday I rose on a horse called Proud Lady. To be honest, I'm a little scared of her, because I don't have very good experiences with her. Every time I brushed her she tried to bite me the entire time, and the last time I tried to lead her to the pasture she started rearing. Now, a rearing horse is a very beautiful sight to see and it makes great poster prints and such, but when you're walking next to a rearing horse, it definitely isn't something desirable!

Riding Proud Lady went pretty well yesterday, though. Actually, I think it's been a while since I had such a good lesson! Especially canter was very nice. Proud Lady is, from what I've heard, an anglo-arabian horse, so in canter it feels as if she's walking on clouds!

I conquered my fear by riding on her again, and it went so well that I wouldn't mind if I'll have to ride her again next time. But I will need to work on my fear of being around her at the stable. Because she still tried to bite me a lot.

Frills or Manes?

Okay, so I thought I'd be motivated to write about lolita fashion again, but it seems I'm not that much into it anymore. I do still like the fashion a lot, but I don't care for it on a daily basis. There used to be a time when I'd feel special or like a princess in lolita, but I think I've grown past that. By now, it's just clothing to me. Very pretty and expensive clothing, which I only wear for special occasions.

Lolita fashion isn't the thing that makes the world a better place for me anymore. What really makes me happy, are animals. Particularly horses. When I ride a horse, nothing else exists that moment. Just me and the horse, even if we're surrounded by other people. While in lolita, all I worry about is the other people. "What would they think of me, what will they say behind my back?"

Generally, I'm not exactly a people person. I distrust people. And I believe that's what I like so much about animals: they have a pure heart, they're always honest. They won't ever pretend to like you, they will either like you or they won't. And they will show it to you, they will never hide the way they feel about you. And if you do something they don't like, they will let you know. But if you treat them correctly and with love and respect, they will give you so much back in return.

I suppose you could say that my world is about animals. And it's my dream to someday mean something to them. I would love to someday start a barn for old or mistreated horses. For horses who just need a place to spend their old days, and for horses who need to recover. I think that is my dream.

One of the earliest pictures I have of myself with a pony

The last photo taken of me with a horse