Welcome to the Lolita Chateau!
This is a world completely dedicated to lolita fashion! Anything loli related can be posted here, such as photos, recipies, poems, tutorials, stories, etc. If you'd like to be a guest poster here, just send me a message! ^^ But if you do post in this world, please refrain from using any harsh language. This world is open to everyone, and lolitas should be well-mannered and polite anyway. Thank you and enjoy! ^o^
My mom recently noticed an add in the newpaper from a store called Through the Looking Glass. We didn't know anything about it, but the name alone made me want to stop there and see it. We finally did today, and it's now my fav store! It's a cute little tea shop with lots of little trinkets for sell. I actually found some bento boxes and accessories there too! The woman who owns the shop was really nice, and when she saw my outfit (I was wearing a sort of j-punk schoolgirl outfit) she asked me if I liked Steampunk, and she told me about a bunch of events she has there at her shop. It's sounded like so much fun, I really hope to attend some of them! Unfortunately, as much as I want to like tea, I just don't like the taste. T__T She had several suggestions of tea that have different unique tastes, so I'm really looking forward to going back when I have more time! Maybe I'll finally find a kind that I like! And next time I'll be sure to wear a Lolita dress. ^-^
I found a guide on how to make a tissue paper rose. I made atleast a half a dozen, even my sister made one! We stuck them all in our parents tiny tinsel trees in their room
I thought this would make a cute loli-able craft (I suggest using a stiffer tissue)
Hello, I'm Fishy and I'm new here. I'm not completely new to the lolita fashion, but in a way I am. I've loved and looked at lolita for ages, but I've only just started wearing it, so I'm bound to make a few mistakes.
^^That's me up there^^ The blouse flares out and gives the impression that my stomach sticks out, but it really doesn't.
My father is so nice that he's going to buy me stuff! I'm getting this blouse from In the Starlight.
And one of these dresses, but I don't know whcich one to pick.
There's this one,
Or this one.
They're both from Body Line, but the reviews are good. I like the sleeves on the first one, but the second one is pretty too, plus it's not frowning in lace.
So, that's about it for my introduction. I hope to contribute more in the future.
Yay! My coat finally arrived! I'm really glad that I got an ivory one, it works well for Shirololi. ^-^ And yeah, I know I took a long time to order it. ^^; I bought it from Fanplusfriend and added the lace around the bottom. Whenever my mom sees me in a new Lolita outfit now she wants to take photos, so here's they are:
I love the back! ^-^
What am I?
Can you tell me?
Whatever you say will be wrong.
If you say I am Gothic, I'm actually Visual Kei.
If you say I am Visual Kei, I'm actually Lolita.
If you say I am Lolita, I'm actually Steampunk.
If you say I am Steampunk, I'm actually just me.
You cannot know what I am.
Ever.
I'm a great many things, all at once.
If you say I live in the past, I'm living in the present.
If you say I'm living in the present, I'm living in the future.
If you say I'm living in the future, I'm living in the past.
I live in all these places.
In my own fantasy world.
But why is it fantasy?
If you can live in it, doesn't that make it reality?
What's the difference between fantasy and reality if you can live in both?
Is fantasy just less common? Is that why so many call it as such?
Perhaps reality is only reality because more people live in it.
But that doesn't mean that fantasy isn't real.
I prefer fantasy, because it's so much better than reality.
When reality weighs down and causes distress, fantasy spreads her wings and flies.
When reality says that you can't do something, fantasy says that you can.
What is really the difference?
You can no more live in fantasy than you can in reality.
Maybe even more so.
That is why you can never know me.
Because I choose to live in fantasy.
Where all the different sides of me come alive and laugh.
You cannot say that I am one thing, because I am many.
So if you say I am only one thing, you will be wrong.
So you can never know what I am.
Because whatever you say, I will be another too.
Lost in a world beyond a looking glass.
Where everything seems the same,
But nothing is as it seems.
Can you still tell me?
Tell me what I am?
Of course not.
