off the hook and 2.) there was no internet at home, my mom managed to
survive through my ordeal
by getting my postpaid tattoo and I consumed too much data and as per
the Fair Usage Policy, I was using up too much bandwidth that my
internet had to be slower to give a chance to others.
For the Internet
thing- I have to say that Dominique’s cute but menacing cat, Kenzo was
to blame as he chewed off the wire which took forever to fix and
restore. Now as much as I love blogging, you see, I love living beings
more so I spared Kenzo the rage blackout (not that he would understand
why I was mad) and decided to just be. I was way too busy with work
anyway and in my down time, I was actually able to do other things that I
probably would unot have been able to had there been Internet as I
would probably be too busy glued to the computer screen and browsing
through sites and meandering. I thought I would not have survived all
those days but it was actually refreshing as I got to read books, goof
up with people (well, that I do with or without Internet so it doesn’t
really count actually) and of course actually bond and get to talk to
people without having to multitask. I have a really difficult time
compartmentalizing which is a debilitating side effect of my OCD so now
that I had all the time not using the Internet, I got to concentrate on
other things. A lot of freak accidents have happened the past days that I
had to check if Mercury was in retrograde but apparently, it wasn’t and
there are just times that bad things happen all at the same time. The
difference between letting it get to you or not depends solely on how
you react to the things happening to you and rather than sulk, scowl and
complain endlessly, I decided to go the road less traveled and used the
time to be productive and it was good. I used the time to get to think
up ideas and things (the one where I decided to have a cotton candy and
popcorn in my booth in BU8 being one of them…but let’s save that for
another blog post!). It was all about your reaction to things that
dictate how it will affect you and I am happy with how I was able to
turn a dire situation into something positive. My, my. Is it just me or
have I seriously changed so much? I like how I am responding to things
in such a zen-like manner so let all the good juju flow. I need that a
lot this December!
on to this look, allow me to share with you that as a child one of my
favorite play things in the village park were the swings. I used to like
the monkey bar until I was sitting on top and slipped down and landed
on my behind on the ground and the seesaw was always problematic as I
was always the lighter person on the other end so it was me being
terrorized by the sudden crash from when the other side lets go off
their weight resulting to a fast descent. I felt really bullied because
of that by the way. But the swing was always so much fun. As a child, it
gave me one heck of an adrenaline rush and the moving and feeling the
breeze against your hair and all the wonderful things associated with
being in a swing was something that really calmed me down and when I saw
this cute wooden swing in Hole In The Wall restaurant in Century
City… I knew I just had to go back to the gold old days and swing
out…(my first visit was when the place was on dry run and I fell in
love with the place so much!)
look is a cross between “not a girl, not quite yet a full developed
woman” (hello, Britney Spears!) but this seems to be my usual outfit
choice because it is very easy to transition. I have a new found love
and obsession with shit dresses in jacquard as it is dainty enough for
my doll like look, elegant enough to wear to the office where I have to
look very respectable and also, chic enough to wear it out to attend
engagements after work— which I did as I went to meet up my mom for a
date to Megamall Fashion Hall and did a bit of shipping and had then had
tea after all the retail therapy bonding. Over it, to make the look
more professional, I added a blue coat blazer which made it perfect to
wear in a more business setting. However, I decided to wear it still
after work as it was chilly and well, because it added the much needed
oomph and glamour factor to my look. I was still waiting for my Break Up
Birkin to come so I just styled my outfit with my blue YSL Cabas Chyc
and some pretty shoes. The print of the dress was a cute mandarin and
cobalt blue combination and also, probably the closest I would be when
it comes to having oranges in my body (allergies!) I love how this dress
for me so well that I got it in various colors, styles and designs…
What can I say? If the dress fits… But it in every colors. I have been
looking through 5 of my closets which contained my color coded dresses
months ago and realized how almost all of my outfits were all about
bodycon, cutout and clubbing party girl pieces that I knew it was time
to reshuffle and reinvent things and that’s when I started to collect
prim and proper conservative dresses like this. I let go of all my party
girl looks away as easily as I discarded my party girl self aside and
boxed it up… Knowing they needed a new home and new experiences with
people who would use them if they were still at that stage of their
life. That’s the reason why the Blogger’s United Bazaar was coming
because I was quite happy to have them belong to people who won’t simply
just hoard them and hide them in their closet… The person in this
situation doing all the hoarding and hiding being me. It was true that
parting is such sweet sorrow especially since I had such wonderful
memories wearing these pieces (most I wore once and some, I never even
got to wear) and I had a lot of good memories with them… Hopefully,
the people owning them now will have good experiences in them too!!!
That’s the circle of life… Or to be more correct, the cycle of a
really good dress… I have to say.
I was picking them all out and taking them out of my closet and
transferring them to my “I’m totally selling these clothes” rack,
everyone was getting shocked at how I was so easily purging my closet
from all these things which were in mint condition (OCD remember?). The
answer to why it came so easy is due to two reasons: the first being I
don’t know where to put all these things anymore unless I decide to
occupy the entire floor of my house to accommodate all my clothes (I
have a completely full room transformed to a walk in closet as is and
still, things don’t fit.) Drastic measures were necessary. The next one
being that I decided that while I wanted to keep some items due to
sentimental reasons, the memories I had with these dresses exist even if
I no longer have them… So might as well let go of the material object
but not the memories. Life is simpler that way.
I am all about reinvention as evidenced by my new outfit choices and
style aesthetic, this dress proved to be a great investment because I
got to style it perfectly on the day I wore it. My mom was all gushing
on how absolute stylish I was and how much she loved my ensemble until I
revealed to her that the shift dress only cost me P350 from a bazaar I
went to. She was in all levels shocked. At one point, she checked my
temperature on my forehead and wanted an explanation as to why I would
wear a dress that was P350… Because I think she got worried I was
scrimping and saving up on my shopping budget. I laughed at her. But at
the same time she was very proud that my styling powers made the dress
look much more than it actually cost. This brings me back to the point I
wanted to make by wearing the look… I think that if you posses
refinement and grace, you could wear a brand less something that cost
you P150 from a garage sale and make it look like it’s worth more than
that. It’s all about how you carry yourself, really. Now this goes two
ways of course. I have seen many people wear branded everything and
still look tacky and (for lack of a better term) cheap. Now while I am
obsessed with designer bags (have you noticed?), I also don’t mind
wearing anything local made and unbranded because I have no qualms about
it. I don’t think the amount of designer and luxury bags define me as a
person nor is it an indicator of my personal style… Collecting them
just makes me happy. Ultimately, style is all about how you carry and
present yourself well… Even if you were wearing a rice sack over your
body, if you managed to make it look put together and very much like
YOU, then you must be doing right. That is what I call style.
can’t wait for everyone to show me how they rocked the pieces they got
from my and Domz’ booth so do tag me and let me know when you’ve worn
them!