Portraits from the Secret Rose Boudoir tea party
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FINALLY. The outfit from Närcon fashion show, that I made myself!
Middle photo: Elin Mannerdahl
Why I BROKE a Lolita ‘Rule’
I admit it, I am not the most Lady-like Lolita. I dance in my coordinates, I eat like there’s no such thing as brand, I talk about Spiderman and I will gladly adjust my petticoats whenever I need to, regardless of place. But despite all of that, there’s some rules I REALLY try to follow.
Rule #456 - Don’t swear in Lolita
Rule #782 - Don’t fight in Lolita
Rule #1043 - Don’t be rude to people who don’t understand Lolita.
And let me tell you why I broke that rule at the Lolita Fashion walk and photoshoot.
We went along our merry way most of the day, and people stopped us every ten steps to take pictures or ask questions or talk or admire us. I can’t speak for other Lolitas, but I also bore the brunt of a lot of rude people. It happens when you’re in alternative fashions in a public setting. Some examples?
"Hey Bo Peep, I’ll come home to you with my tail behind me."
"You know, that restraunt doesn’t serve curds and whey, Miss Muffet."
"Yeah, it’s BAMBI!" (What. Bambi? Really?)
"So are you like…like a stupid Alice, or something? Because you’re in pink?"
"That’s a nice umbrella, can I hold it?" (No. And it’s actually a parasol) "You’re so retarded, that’s an umbrella."
And to top it all off, because of my ringlet wig, there were NUMEROUS people asking me to do a Shirley Temple song and dance. I was very, very tired four hours in. So were most of us Lolitas. We decided it was time to go to the candy store, get something sweet to eat, and sit on our rumps until our feet stopped throbbing. Now, I went with several Lolitas to the candy store, and I was sort of the unofficial leader of the group. Making sure we had everyone, making sure everyone knew where the others were, making sure that no one was left out of pictures or left behind. And then we all gathered up in a fluffy herd of cupcakes and started back towards the other half of our group.
And then around the corner comes this GUY. This guy who was drunk at 4pm. CLEARLY.Because he was swaying, a friend was holding him up, and he smelled like it. He pauses in front of me and my friend, and we smile, and move to go around him, and then I hear this:
"What the fuck is wrong with these freaks? Oh my god, grow the fuck up."
He said this. In front of a little girl who was perhaps two. Whose father had stopped us moments earlier to take a picture with the princesses. He began to haul his daughter away - which is the ONLY reason I turned around, looked that guy STRAIGHT in his drunk-ass face, and said:
"Oh my god, learn some culture, asshole!”
At which point the restaurant patio nearby began to laugh and clap. Why did I do it? Well, I’m not going to lie, a good part of it was impulse. But the majority of it was because I am sick of people who don’t understand thinking it’s alright to insult someone else’s fashion or demand something from them just because they are different. Do NOT stop and ask me to sing ‘Animal Cracker’, do NOT whistle at me, do NOT assume I want you to come home with me, do NOT assume I am some doll to be touched and my accessories to be fucked with, DO NOT MESS. WITH A LOLITA IN A HERD OF FLUFFY CUPCAKES.
Especially not when I knew four or five of those cupcake skirts were underage. And at their own wits end. Every single one of them came up and said they were glad I had spoken up. And I was glad, too.
And the moral of the story?
Ignorance is not an excuse for you to insult something you don’t understand.
I don’t know about lolita rule nonsense, but I LOVE this story!
Pink Melva come from DisneySea <3
My Coord for the bookfair in Leipzig ♥ Wanted to try an experiment xD A nerdy Sweet Lolita Coord with my favourite dress x3~
realisticsweet in Royal Creamy Chocolate
A Midsummer Night’s Dream from hororo-aoiyane