Even if you hate shopping, you won’t not have a shirt, because, most likely, there’s a souvenir shirt in your closet somewhere. (Unless you frequently clean out your closet and donate those shirts elsewhere.) Everyone has, at least once in their lives, received a souvenir shirt. Recently, I’ve removed most of mine from my closet,… Continue reading It makes such an almighty sound
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… Continue reading All the rain in this town
I had the big chop. I was nervous. I wasn’t sure if a pixie cut would suit me. My salon would style it, of course, but I had no idea if I could pull it off on a daily basis. Plus, I was comfortable with braiding and curling and styling my long hair. I’ve always had long… Continue reading They’re going to better places
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.
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… Continue reading We could see a new start
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… Continue reading Three, six, nine
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… Continue reading We were young when we heard you