I climbed the Wall of China thinking that I was going to be cold. It’s up in the mountain, we said. It’s autumn in North China, I said. I’m used to tropic heat, I thought. Continue reading →
One of the frustrating things about shopping is not finding what you need. I’d been dreaming of owning riding boots for years, except the boots I saw were suede, or had heels, or were too flashy, or didn’t have my size. I didn’t need another pair of suede boots–my shin-high ones were a lucky score in a thrift shop–because suede doesn’t agree with Manila weather very much, so owning two didn’t make sense. And I didn’t want to buy tall boots with heels because, at 5’6″, I didn’t need the extra height. As for boots that had too many embellishments, they just didn’t suit my style and the rest of my wardrobe. Continue reading →
I hate shopping, that is known. But there are a few things that I actually like shopping for–one of them is scarves. I looooove scarves because you can add it into any outfit (provided that you’re in a climate that allows for scarves) in many ways (provided that you’re in a climate that allows for those ways). There’s a blog post about over 50 ways to tie a scarf, and you can still make up your own. Continue reading →
Today I wore my grandmother’s blouse.
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’ve participated in costume parties before, and I’ve always enjoyed dressing up as my favorite characters. Last year I dressed up as a barefoot Captain Jack Sparrow in a pirate shindig. Some time in college I came to a party as the winter Lara Croft. But this one… This one has to be my favorite so far.
Me as Black Widow!
I decided to be a cross between the comic book version and the movie version. Used dark blue Widow’s Bite instead of yellow ones, and black belts instead of the yellow one. Also: guns!
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.
Depends on where you’re from.
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
To be completely honest, if I had a Rapunzel-ish dress—or a Flynn-esque vest, for that matter—I would’ve worn it, but I had to settle for this sort-of-flowy blouse with the princessy-design on the front. I could actually fit a frying pan in my satchel, but decided against it. Haha!
Pink top from People are People. Jag jeans. Bag from…Sara, I believe. Sandals from Circle C. Bracelet from…somewhere.
Title from “Lucky” by Mraz and Caillat.
I spent two days—count ’em, TWO DAYS—to come up with this outfit. Mainly because of these two pieces:
Trilby from Lucban, P75. I’ve always wanted a fedora, and when I saw this during the Pahiyas festival, I bought it at once. I didn’t notice that it’s a tad too small for me. I haven’t worn it since, and I was thinking of sell it (or giving it away) and buy another one. But I ended up deciding to keep it. It’s been in my closet for half a year, patiently waiting for me to put it on my head.
Leather ankle boots from Bass, a gift from a friend. I was a bit hesitant about these boots. I mean, as many of you know, I LOVE boots, but…ankle boots? I wasn’t quite sure. I didn’t know if I had the jeans to wear them with (my other jeans keep bunching up around it), and I didn’t know if I had any other outfits to go with them. Ah, but I tried them, anyway.
So I had two things I definitely wanted to use—actually, I NEEDED to use them if I was to convince myself that they had a place in my wardrobe.
After many trial combinations and variations and mix and matching, I finally threw them together with my a graphic shirt from Circle C, a robot necklace from my brother (which you cannot see in this photo), my favorite unbranded jeans from Circle C, and my favorite satchel from Metrobank.
And, whaddya know? I think this combination might actually be working. Yeah?
“listen to all the translations
of the stories across the sky”
Title from “Constellations”, Jack Johnson
I decided to start the year wearing something that is not my usual pair of jeans.
If you asked me last year if I would wear a skirt even though I wasn’t required to, I would’ve said “ABSOLUTELY NOT.” With conviction. True, I’ve worn a dress once last year just for fun (because it was a really nice dress, wasn’t it?) But I did keep insisting that I still wouldn’t wear a skirt if I didn’t have to.
But, after a year of blogging about clothes and other girliness, I told myself that maybe it was time that I actually broke my no-skirts-unless-absolutely-necessary rule.
That day, my friends, is NOT this day.
Because that, my friends, is NOT a skirt. HA! Yeah, its actually a skort.
My brother once told me that guys hated skorts. I don’t really get why.
But there it is: me in my skort, one that I’ve had for years, but almost rarely wore outside. I wore it during my graduation outing with my family, and posted the photo online. Monumental, that day. I think that was the first time the innerwebz saw my knees. Hrhrhr.
Okay, I’m going in circles now. MY POINT IS THIS: I started this year in a skort because I have decided that, yes, perhaps I might wear skirts and dresses this year. I’m still not sure yet, but I do blame this blog for slowly, but (apparently, oh so surely) tweaking my personal preferences.
SO. My January 1, 2011 outfit: Blue shirt from I-can’t-remember-where. Brown satchel, a Metrobank freebie. My skort from I-can’t-remember-where-either. A 10-year-old heart necklace from Davao (I think). Bracelets. Boots.
Title from “Wait It Out”, Imogen Heap.
I think I mentioned before: blue is my favorite color. Also, the star is my favorite shape. Therefore, put them together in a rocking shirt (most preferably using denim), and I’ll probably love it forever.
I bought this during the time when baby tees were the thing (and low-rise jeans weren’t). That time, I willingly wore this shirt outside.
Today, though, it looks teeny tiny on me, and I haven’t worn it in more than a year. The quality’s still good, though, so I didn’t want to wear it out while inside the house. I figured that this shirt, one that served me well for years, might serve somebody else for more.
So I reluctantly put it on sale… and sadly sighed when another girl bought it. I just hope she’ll love it as much as I did.
Title from “Great Divide”, The Cardigans.