Just saying. LOL! This is my very first "official" blog that I have created for one specific audience: Those who are interested in Japanese Gyaru fashion!
A good friend of mine recently created a group on Facebook named "Sparkle GyarUSA" and asked if I was interested. Lately, I've been toying with different hobbies and was beginning to get fed up. I live in an area where no one really knows what "gyaru" is, nor do they really care. Little old me had been introduced to a new light in the pitch black pit that is boredom! Oh, happy day!
Fashion is always something I have toyed around with since I was a little girl--though, I went through a "gothic" stage when I was thirteen, which was more of an indescribably lame effort to rebel than anything. My mother always won. She is a scary woman when she wants to be. It's bad enough that she seems to be nearly six feet tall from my perspective (I'm the runt of the family), but the look she gives when she is angry is like she is grabbing the spinal cord your soul with her eyeballs and threatening to snap it. But I was stubborn and like any young teenager, I wanted to get my way whether she liked it or not.
Alas, instead of buying me more black tee shirts and ripped jeans, she put her foot down and went on strike until I gave in and bought something horrifically PINK--or at least mature and feminine. It was either me buying my own clothes, which she often threw away because of the "punk rock" look, or I had to wear what I had forever and ever. It took a thirteen-year-old me crying in the middle of Costco, admitting my defeat, before I could let her dress me up the way she wanted.
Thanks to my friend, the interwebs, and my mother, here I am in love with the bright shades of the rainbow that makes up the Gyaru fashion. If only my past-self knew what monstrosity my future-self became.
Please enjoy this blog--and my irrelevant tangent.
