Month: Jun 2015

My Week On Instagram

So it’s been quite the food-filled week with Father’s Day on the 21st as well as my husband taking me out for a lunch date on Friday. We try to do that every fortnight or so, give or take, more or less. In addition, we had yet another tropical storm alert, this time for Bill. And although no arks were ultimately needed, it made for a very wet and gloomy time. Here’s the calm before the storm. We all tried to enjoy the pool as much as possible leading up to Bill’s arrival. The Hibiscuses endured and prevailed. Alleluia. Because it was raining for the most part, we stayed indoors and I finally got around to opening my mountain of boxes/mail. This delightfully cheeky number is my Ipsy Glambag for May. Yes, May, and yes, my head is thus hung in shame. The weather cleared just in time for the weekend so we watched Inside Out in 3D. It wasn’t too shabby. For Father’s Day, we treated the man of the hour to crepes. Beautifully …

Of Chocolates, Cookies & Candies

The Internet is one crazy playground. Not only are retail fixes mere clicks away (poor wallets) and infinite information within one’s grasp, the world wide web with its vast expanse and reach is quite likely also the most efficient enabler when it comes to reconnecting one with one’s past. As it did in the case of Marlene and me. You see, Marlene was my classmate for the most part of (our Malaysian equivalent of) elementary as well as high schools. At the time, we weren’t particularly close. I was intimidated by her confidence and gungho personality while she, well, let’s just say I was neither the easiest nor nicest person to get to know. In fact, I’ve been told I was quite the snotty bitch brat back then (not by Marlene, of course). Suffice to say, we had our individual cliques and that was that. Years later, as in two years ago, I stumbled upon her super duper oh so fabulous blog, Chocolates Cookies & Candies and immediately reached out to Marlene whom, by this …

The Fab 40s In Lace

Am I the only woman in the world who doesn’t own a single item of White (or Cream) Lace. I mean, I thought I did, but apparently I didn’t. Or so it appeared at the very beginning.   You can, therefore, imagine my consternation when the deadline for The Fab 40s series drew close (as in the day before) and I hadn’t gotten my act outfit together. Naturally, I went into panic mode. What’s a woman to do? Rummage. That’s what. And rummage I did until I found this charming little Lace Top, in white, with a beautifully beaded collar. Success. Yes, I do smile. Sometimes. My second pair of Joggers, also from Forever 21. It seemed the perfect complementary piece to the intricacy (and somewhat busy details) of that Lace top. And by the by, I’ve been dying to wear those heels for the longest time. Snakeskin Ring is from Karla Deras while Snakeskin Cuff is from Unearthed on Etsy. I have a thing for exotic skins, if you haven’t noticed that by now. …

My 5 Days Of Not Wearing Any Denim

As in, five days, five outfits, zero jeans. A la the Man Repeller herself.   Snide (but oh so witty) content aside, I’ve had a steadfast adoration for Leandra Medine since 2010 when the anti-feminism Queen of Rock herself, Courtney Love, texted me saying I had to Google this person, to read her blog, that the Man Repeller (MR) was f****** amazing. Usually, though, in true speaking-through-a-somewhat-hazy-frame-of-mind fashion (I love you, Court), CLove’s “you must check this person out” commands don’t exactly actualise into someone of as high calibre as she inferrs. Not so in the instance of the MR, I happily concluded. As one of the 929k who religiously stalks watches her every Instagram move, when she announced a week long hiatus from denim and asked if anyone else was game, I was DEFINITELY in for the challenge. After all, I don’t do denim very often, to begin with. I mean, have you sighted any of that warp-faced twill textile here on the blog? Here’s what I wore last week, completely devoid of denim. …

The Accidental Icon Drops By

My earliest recollection of fashion is vivid. And tri-fold. The precious, pretty pleats of Issey Miyake. The wicked tongue-in-cheek wit of Zandra Rhodes. And the ever so glamorous, womanly figure swathed in Bruce Oldfield. A little later, I became enraptured with the whimsical world of the Madhatter but that’s a tale for another time. Back to when it all began. I was particularly enamoured of the intricacy of Miyake’s work. Such precision. A deft hand in creating beauty out of seemingly nothing but voluminous folds of fabric. Thus when I met Lyn of Accidental Icon and found out how much she too adores Japanese designers (yes, including Mr Miyake), it was clearly a match made in guest blogger heaven. Read on. I was so thrilled when Sheela asked me to do a guest post on her blog about my favorite subject, Japanese designers. Most of the pieces in my closet are from the Japanese design lines produced by Yohji Yamamoto, Issey Miyake, Comme des Garçons and I have recently discovered Yohji”s daughter, Limi, who has …