Friday, July 31, 2015

Gold Accents, Harry's Birthday + What's Rocksbox?


I've been talking about rocksbox for weeks on my twitter and instagram and I've finally got the time to fill everyone in on what it's all about and how I styled my first rocksbox set! Keep reading for all the details. You'll get ONE MONTH FREE with the code spontaneouslyxsxoxo so what're you waiting for?! It won't cost you a penny and it'll be sure to brighten your day while doing so!

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Pastels Amidst Shadows and Light

 
Top: Ralph Lauren // Cardigan: Macy's // Pants: JCPenney // Shoes: Call It Spring // Bag: Dynamite // Bangle: DIY // Rings: Suzy Shiers 

Yay pastels. Happy Wednesday, everyone!!
     In case you couldn't tell (I bet my life you couldn't), I'm wearing a man's shirt. Specifically, my dad's. My fashion inspiration hunt goes something along the lines of: wander in the room of everyone in my house, man or female, and rummage through their closet until something desirable is found. Then I return to my room and work to transform it with layers and colors and an assortment of things. 

     I made my blog one year ago in July 2014. Look how far I've come now. Thank you all for your incredible support along the way. Cliche, but I mean it with all my being. It is love, and most especially the love found in friendship and kindness and gestures of appreciation from strangers, that kindles hope. Always. Without it, where would our world be? To girls everywhere, own it. And if you're a writer: keep writing. Everywhere, all the time, about anything. Write about the gum wrapper that missed the trash can and the man with deep set wrinkles at the store. Wonder about your sister's shift in mood and daydream elaborate tales. Or about why the mud is brown, or who decided cows would be called cows or pink nail polish would be more pretty than yellow (I disagree).

     July is surprisingly cool at the moment so don't waste it away. xx. Sunshine only graces us for so long. I have never regretted a year and (God-willing) never will, but I need to start eating healthy so I can scratch it off my 2015 mental bucket-list, otherwise allowing it to haunt me like the ghost of grocery lists past for several more years to come. This is so important it's italicized. What's that for emphasis?

Life is spontaneously splendid! I guarantee it.
Aiman 

(ps. do not regret this Ramadan. for all my Muslim sibs out there, keep on keeping on. it's in your power to be the best you can be. you've got 10 days to make up for the wasted 20. or you've got 10 to keep your spiritual high awakened. if you want some good videos or Islamic resources to enlighten yourself or stay busy with, email me at spontaneouslyxs@gmail.com. i will help in whatever way i can. pray for me, and I pray you all have a very good end of Ramadan. i'm starting to miss it already, oh dear.)

Saturday, July 4, 2015

DIY Fourth of July Half-Moon Nails


Who doesn't love a good celebration? I'm up and ready to celebrate ANYTHING, but I really do love fireworks. The sound of the firework bouncing against the sky like it's a skipping stone hitting a pond, the fragrance of smoke mixed with wet grass, the dazzling display. I'm a sucker for anything big, sparkly, or loud. Forever a child. Summer is all about the little, awe-inspiring things. Even if you don't celebrate or get a chance to see the fireworks, these nails are sure to get you into the 'Merican mood. Scroll through the pics for the full tutorial! 

(Pictured above: "Allure" by Revlon, "Rapid Red" by Sally Hansen, "Endless Blue" by Sinful Creations Professional)

SUPPLIES:
  • Red, white, and blue nail polish (I chose an off-white which looked less chalky and more creamy but you're free to use the regular kind)
  • 3-4 toothpicks


1. Gently push your cuticles all the way back with the toothpicks. You'll need as much of your nail exposed as possible. Using the white paint a layer on your ring finger. Repeat as many times as necessary until no part of your nail can be seen through it (I only had to use two coats).

2. Let a few drops of red drip off the end of the brush and onto a napkin. Using your toothpick, dip it in the nail polish and outline a "half-moon" shape, going a bit past your actual "half-moon" (lighter nail part) area, making sure to not extend more than halfway past the nail (3/4 of it should be left for the next color). Fill in the outline using the same toothpick.

3. Use a clean toothpick to fill in the rest of your nails with the blue.  

Check out my Fourth of July 2014 post here

Have an amazing, fireworks-filled, summer-tastic July 4th if you're in the states! It's a beautiful July day and I can't wait to see your guys' recreations. Don't forget to hashtag your pics #diyaug so I can find them! If your day hasn't been so swell, don't lose hope. Especially not in summertime. There's always something to be done, somewhere to go. Keep looking. 

Life is spontaneously splendid. ox 

Friday, July 3, 2015

4 Year Hijabiversary

It is my weapon of choice
my armor against everything I despise
and my protection from wrongdoings.
It holds me warm as if in frail memory 
of the ghost of my mother's worn touch.
Like a rib cage to a heart
my collar bones and pulsing beat
are safe behind a veil so as
to not accidentally push too hard
on my neck and cease
to be, to exist, to want, to have.


How could it be so, eyes full of
sunlight (and verily, noor) and a
mouth of big words forming the image
of a beach-side view, a city in Paris, 
how could it be such a sight left alone?
Surely there are extravagant curtains 
and rows of fine silk to accompany the  
most prettiest of views.


No one could wrestle me into it
and no one would dare wrestle me out,
an act akin to stripping the coins out
of a beggar's filthy hands. It is mine
and I am its; we are entwined,
inter-crossing like stars in a constellation.
We are one, we are none, 
we are all, my hijab and I.


It is
everything feminine:
the whip and the whoosh of long,
dark locks swirling in the breeze;
the tell-tale fluttering of eyelashes.
It is
the smirk of unnecessary
make-up on a young face; 
the soft voice of a mother
cooing to her baby.
It is
my choice, not my oppression
my love, not my resentment
my pride, not my embarrassment,
my identity, not  my cover-up,
my faith, not my fear. 


It is my bracelet, my pretty ballet flats,
the shirt that fits everyone just right.
It is my click-clack-click-clack of heels on the tile floor, 
the blazer that 
demands respect.
It is the sharp glasses
and clean hands, 
everything good and 
worth remembering.
It is the crown atop my head,
marking me as the queen 
Islam has made me.
It is the paradise beneath 
my feet and the luck 
of being given such a high stature;
for being chosen.
It is my inspiration and my drive;
it is my love and my life. 
It is me, for I am it,
my hijab and I. 

Hijab: Unknown // Top: Carson Pririe Scott // Jeans: H&M // Bracelet: Charming Charlie // Flip-flops: Kohls 

July 2, 2011 - forever.
July, my birthday month, the middle of summer, full of so much sunshine I want to devour it like it's food and let it fill me; for surely it offers every bit as much stability to my soul as a hearty breakfast would. (Also: Julius Caesar was a great read. That's relevant, right?)

Currently (re)reading: The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart. Adventurous, enjoyable, loving. No graphic scenes whatsoever. Recommended for fans of smart books written by smart people.

Life is spontaneously splendid.
Aiman

(ps. I will be uploading a DIY Fourth of July manicure tutorial in a bit! check back soon or follow my Instagram or Twitter @ the username spontaneouslyxs for both)