tight tweeds and secret needs

Yay. I’m faking things. . again. So being The In-House Midget means that skirts that flatter The Mother look frumpily long(er) on me. Like I like to joke, ‘exquisitely dumpy’. I like the floral prints on this skirt– even if I hated it a good many years ago, I swear my hatred of florals, polka dots and lace is haunting me right-smack in the face, given me a bloody good slap. Karma, say I. I decided that the tie-waist portion could be tied around my neck instead, therein faking a dress. Yesterday was pretty rainy and cold, so I wore a tee rather than a wifebeater inside.

tee: Red

skirt: Trend

earrings: Six

booties: ClubMarc

ring: Aldo

Yup, minimal accessories for yesterday. Alright, Happy Friday and have a glorious weekend, all!

On my birthday I finally decided I needed proper hair, since the Bedhead look no longer works when your hair’s grown oh-too-thick. But I swear researching on the best salons to style your hair in is an utter bitch, because there’s always gonna be really bad complaints everywhere. The last time I permed my hair (in utter defiance to someone who told me to straighten my hair) I paid quite a bi. And was nagged at so much by the stylist and his assistant, I nearly died of shock. The ordeal of sitting there for more than three hours practically bruised me and all my memories.

Finally, I decided to sleep in, and wander around my neighborhood, picking a proper salon. You see, all I really needed was a stylist who could give me proper advise, treat my hair right, and not scold me for four months of No Combing and No Conditioning. Lol. Talk about abused hair.

And I got a really awesome and friendly stylist yesterday, I’d rate her service as 5-stars. She advised me to do a spa perm, and to get slightly tighter curls, so they’d look perfect when they loosen in about two week’s time. In the meantime I’m more than pleased with the results. Although it means that now I’d have to condition my hair, and use two different hair products (which actually is just scrunch-it-in for 5 seconds), this is pretty much wash-and-go. Almost Bedhead.

And then halfway, my friend dropped by to pass me my birthday gift. This uber-cute River Island vanity case. All leopard print with metallic-pink borders. Lovely. Off for a drink at one of the many cafés in the neighborhood, and for pasta. Since I hadn’t eaten anything except lunch, but sit in the salon and drink green tea all day. I love my neighborhood. The village center is about a five minutes’ walk from my home, and is known as Serangoon Gardens Village. Extremely laidback, quirky, and very relaxed. With a few cute boutique stores, and loads of good food from Indian to Russian, as well as a country club to laze around in like pop into the jacuzzi or to study, I love it here. And then I was corrected by the stylist and my friend that this isn’t ‘just a neighborhood’. Some lifestyle concept of sorts. Sometimes we sit down and count the Porsches streaming in just for the kicks of it, in the evenings. Otherwise, we sit there and profile people like really mean voyeurs. Ahh well, whatever it is. All I know is that I’m gonna miss this place when I move abroad.

Love the skirt. It’s one of my favorite finds whilst thrifting. I always keep a lookout for printed skirts and culottes that I can wear high-waisted, to be paired with a simple top like a tee or a wifebeater, and voila.

Even The Cat’s decided she wants to be a part of Femme Feline.

wifebeater: Mango

skirt: vintage

necklace: Aldo

shades: Mango

shoes: Charles & Keith

cosmetic case: River Island

belt: Aldo

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

Wearing yet another skirt as a dress, this time tucked over a shirt with big flouncy sleeves made of grey.

Have been feeling excruciatingly lazy, so the shoes remain the same everyday because they’re by the door.

top: Mango

skirt worn as dress: Trend (my mother’s)

watch: some small shop

ring: Mango

belt: vintage

earrings: vintage

bracelet: Live (@ Perth)

070707 was an important date to me last year. I turned 21 then, and thought it was cool that three times seven or 7 + 7 + 7 equals to 21.

So, my brother has some t-shirt for some evangelical event he was involved in last year on that date. Therefore, I stole it and wore it out.

top: my brother’s

skirt: Roccobarraco

rings: Mango; some shop

bangles: Forever 21; some roadside stall @ Patong Beach, Phuket

tweed clutch: gift

earrings: Forever 21

belt: Mango

shoes: Pazzion

I’d always wanted a bird necklace, given my fascination with birds. My own main gripe is how much I’d have to incur for freight alone– kinda like my feelings with respect to airport taxes– and so it has impeded me substantially. And so I burst out laughing when I realized I had a bird necklace all along, for more than a year. I had bought a red bag, and wanted a charm for it. But I didn’t really like the bag charms that were being doled out by the dozen. I was in Aussie then, and had walked into Sportsgirl for the thousandth time. There, I saw an eagle chain which set off the bag perfectly. The best thing? It was on sale– there were about twenty of them left– and I got it for a steal at AUD$2 only.

I went out with the same hairstyle on Tuesday, albeit with it straightened. I look harder and tougher when it’s straightened, but apparently, I have a friendlier look when it’s au naturel.

It’s hard to believe I haven’t had a chunky fringe for more than a year!

racerback: Zara

necklace: Sportsgirl (@ Perth)

skirt: some French label

shoes: Lenotos

ring: Mango

belt: vintage (my mother’s)

The Mother’s skirt is way older than I am. Because I’m the in-house midget at 167cm, calf-length skirts make me look like a milkmaid. Hence the best way is to wear them with belts or with waistcoats, of which my Mango one is my absolutely favorite. The bejeweled bangle, too, is so old, I had it when I was 3 years old. It’s a good thing my wrists are still small. Because The Mother used to work in an Indian firm, I got a lot of bejeweled accessories and truckloads of precious stones and pretty ornaments.

vest: my cousin’s (from China)
top: Mango
skirt: Mango
necklace: Mango
clutch: from The Best Friend (from Bangkok)
shoes: Mollini’s (from Perth)