tight tweeds and secret needs

So I was off a little while to watch my age change to one of symmetry. 22.

It’s pretty fun to count my age every year. 07 + 07 + 08= 22. The last one, being the year. That way, even if I’m amnesic or suffer from dementia, I’ll never forget my age. Lol. Talk about age haunting one.

The long and short of it all is, I’ve eaten so much these past few days I might never want to eat again.

ssss. . finding this snake ring was an affirmation I need to learn Parseltongue. FYI, I adore snakes. They’re gorgeous. But then again, my friends say I adore every animal alive. Especially human ones.

that which I call The Nun Top. Somehow it makes me feel like a nun. I also have a ridiculously short dress. Oh well, maybe it’s this wicked Nunnish repressed thang. Ho ho ho.

Pulled out my mom’s gorgeous crepe-like skirt. It’s also probably in its thirties. Older than me too. Everybody’s older than me. It just struck me that with the exception of my secondary school mates whom I’m close to, everybody else in my life is way older than me, making feel immensely juvenile.

Narcissa’s my middle name

shirt: Gemini

skirt: Vivace (my mom’s)

citrine earrings: vintage

peeptoes: Pazzion

ring: Aldo

clutch: Perlini’s

Marciano occupies a corner in Guess? boutiques here, and have absolutely scrumptious offerings. Literally, Marciano means alien in Spanish. Every detail in their clothes reflects something either very polished or sensual, and despite it being substantially pricier– e.g. a shirt at $200 and up, and a dress more than $300– I normally succumb to the temptation. Two of the most sensual clothing labels I can afford for now would be Bebé and Marciano. I often like to quip, they are sex. Seriously.

I love shirts alot because they can be either dressed up or down. I also love oversized men shirts because they are extremely sexy. For now, before I work proper, I choose shirts with nice details. This one has gold buttons and a satin pink sash. The materials are a combination of satin and lycra-cotton-mix, which makes it a mold-fitting dream to wear.

It’s quite a lament how few times I get to wear my clothes. Sometimes, only once, because so many others are in the queue, of which the queue has even more to be added to it in future. This juicy-looking fuchsia one, however, was worn twice. “Yeah, P, huge achievement” as my friends love to tease me. Anyhows, I’m looking forward to wearing it a third time.

top from Marciano; belt from Mango; skirt from Rest & Relax; shades from Mango

shirt from Marciano ; drainpipes from Victoria Beckham for Rock & Republic; diamond necklace (my maternal Grandmother’s); bracelet (vintage); shoes from Nine West; bag from Chloé

I was so sleepy this morning I threw on a satin shirt and an elaborate sequined necklace I’d gotten last week, before running to school for my test. And then I realized I was in grey pants. Overdressed. Pfft. Every morning, I grab clothes on autopilot I never know what I wear. It’s quite dangerous.

top: Mango
necklace: Diva