I like songs about drifters

The rule in dressing for flight days is to choose comfort over style, but preferably come up with something that has both. It’s so very to easy to want to look nice and impressive in an airport, but the truth is that you’ll spend lots of time walking or sitting and waiting or standing in line. Comfort, then, is a must. Continue reading →

Not in love with you quite yet

As a someone who hates shopping, you won’t see me jumping to buy the next big trend in clothing. I like to stay in the bounds of timeless clothing (except, of course, if they were souvenir shirts, or geek ones that had movie references.) When everybody started wearing printed leggings, I was so sure that they wouldn’t suit me.

I’m not as sure now. Continue reading →

Maglakbay sa simula

When I started this blog, I hated shopping, didn’t wear dresses unless I had to, wore nothing but Chuck Taylors, and thought stockings were only for the 80s. Around the same time, I was also wishing that I could muster what I needed to fulfill my high school dream to travel to Japan. (I really like Japanese food.) Continue reading →

No rescuin’, she’s fine out there

When getting dressed, we have to only consider not just our personal style, but also our activities for the day, as well as the weather.

Today,  I had to wear something for my appointment in a casual place,  and it had to feel cool for me to survive the humid weather,  but it also had to be ready for a rainy afternoon, as most afternoons have been recently. Sounds easy enough,  except it also had to be appropriate for the meeting I suddenly had with my former office,  which had a corporate dress code. Oh, and it had to survive a 1.5-hour commute without getting wrinkled. Continue reading →

All the rain in this town

Looking good while being rain-ready was the objective of this outfit. Wellington boots, Redfoot. Trench coat, Greenhills shopping center.  Skater dress, Dorothy Perkins.  Satchel, Marikina Riverbanks Mall.

My schedule for the day was to hop onto public transportation to travel across three cities to throw a farewell lunch, then go back to my city for a dinner date, all the while staying dry against the recent heavy rains, and cool against constant Manila humidity.
The easy answer was to wear my Redfoot wellington boots. They’re rain boots made for charging out in the rain, a fact that most people apparently find hard to believe. Whenever I wear them, someone somewhere would gush (or snicker) about how fashionable I was still being despite the rain or floods outside. When I tell them that they’re actually bota,I always get disbelieving looks.

They’re surprisingly super comfortable for rain boots: I’ve already tried standing and walking and commuting in them for hours. They’re also foldable, so in case I wanted to show up to my appointments wearing nice heels, I could just roll them up and put them in my bag. I’ve done this before, but for this outfit, my Redfoots were my shoes.

To match them, I wore my Burberry-lookalike trench coat from Greenhills, which I bought years ago, before I even knew what the brand Burberry was. (Oops? Forgive me for not knowing fashion history. I just bought them because I needed a rain coat.) There’s also my leather satchel from Marikina, and my humidity-friendly Dorothy Perkins dress worn with opaque black stockings. And, of course, my trusty umbrella, which you don’t see in this photo.

Do you have other outift ideas for the rainy weather? I’d love to hear about them in the comments below! 🙂

Title from “The Aspidistra Files” by Stars.

We were young when we heard you

Today I wore my grandmother’s blouse.

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I’m pretty sure she made it herself, because she made clothes for my mom and my aunts and uncles, and curtains and pillowcases for all of us.

I remember a time when I would sit with her in her sewing room as she worked. Sometimes we talked –there was one conversation about old coins that I distinctly remember–and sometimes she would just let me hang out there as I played with my Barbie dolls as I listened to the sound of her sewing machine.

Eventually she started making clothes for my Barbie dolls, too. Tiny blouses, shirts, pants, and gowns, all painstakingly and meticulously created.

I don’t think she ever thought that I, after more than 20 years, would wear one of her own blouses.

This one is a navy blue button-down with white polkadots. The buttons are pretty pearl-like ones, and the collar is real lace (that I think my grandmother made, too). It’s still in really good condition, and it almost feels like it’s newly made.

 

Other items of this outfit: Bag, P1199, and ballet flats, P799, both from Marikina Riverbanks Mall. Bracelet. Jag jeans.

Title from “The Valley”, The Oh Hellos

I pull my shirt on, walk out the door

Then I see you
You’re walking ‘cross the campus

-“Campus”, Vampire Weekend

Since what I’ve been working on for more than a month now has to do with youth and students and high school and college and students and teachers and campuses… Here’s me wearing a school-ish outfit.

I pull my shirt on, walk out the door

Sort of.

Depends on where you’re from.

*ahem*

YEY COOL WEATHER SO I CAN DO LAYERING! Heeheehee.

White striped blouse, found and owned from my mom’s closet. Black shirt, Giordano. Knapsack, Kipling, from 15 years ago (no exaggeration). Jeans from Jag. Still-being-broken-in ankle boots from Bass. Watch from Tomato. Bracelets I made in college. Glasses. And, student-mode-me in true form: zero make-up.

I almost wore my Chucks with this outfit, but, like I said, I’m still trying to break in my boots.

This was at noon. Harsh lighting+glass window+red tiles = dramatic lighting. <3