today i made like ally mcbeal and dolled up, for a shopping date with myself. i find it surprisingly therapeutic to go solo. it helps tremendously with improving your sole decision-making skills and you can wander around on your own time, sans the higher authority to answer to.
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as i smiled at my reflection staring back at me in the mirror before my dressing table, i felt...
happy.
the outfit: miu miu-ish.
- topshop heather grey cardi over diagonally ruched floral skirt (worn as mini-dress) hk
- chocolate brown leather belt with gold buckle, empire waisted, carol's
so i can wear my heart on my sleeve, said he.
and i did.
- agnes b. heart badge, pinned on sleeve (partially)
- dark brown leather clutch bag, babila hk
- army market black flipflops
the look: romantic.
- tinted moisturiser, nu skin
- glitter pink eyeshadow, red earth
- maybelline smoked kohl brandied raisin/prune et cognac eyeliner, smudged
- loreal double extension, waterproof black
- loreal blush delice, true rose
- stila lipglaze, starfruit
initially, i hated the skirt my mum bought (from hk) with a vengeance!; but to avoid suspicion, i simply&sneakily stowed it away at the furthest darkest corner of my wardrobe and put on my mock happy face :)
this is why i never throw out things i don't like - bad habit, tell me about it. me and my karang guni tendencies, it's in the blood y'all. - you can never predict when you'll come around to it/fashion goes full circle. this must be the second time! i've taken it out of storage aka moulding and exposed it to sunlight.
there i was, strolling down orchard, experiencing the december rain take its toll on me; i was feeling romantic and nostalgic and floaty and lightheaded - all at once. i would've skipped to the loo; if only the ground weren't so wet, and my flipflops so lacking in friction.
flushed cheeks,
windblown strands,
raised goosebumps on bare skin,
cardigan wrapped around tight,
so perfect.
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