Shopping and fashion....
Done Christmas shopping. Simply and easy. It took me a while to find out what I want, though - pink zinfandel nail polish and Rules of Civility. Jacob is promoting 50% off of all items. I was so tempted to buy more, but I checked myself - no, no more, I bought a few pieces two months ago, and that was enough. I know the pink zinfandel will go well with my black dress.
Have to admit I am not a fashion pursuer. My best friend used to laugh at my loose jeans and cardigan that only seniors wear. But my taste is not as bad as of those being scrutinized on What Not to Wear. I am just not bold enough to wear bright purple tights, like some people do, out in the public.
I did not inherit much fashion sense from my mother. She is a beautiful woman, but unfortunately grew up in a repressed era of black, grey and white. She never got the chance to dress up to her beauty when she was young. I remember one day, I was probably 3 or 4 years old, watching her trying on a couple of skirts, which were both black and shaped like flour bags with both ends open. Those were her only skirts. Nail polish was unheard of those days. We, the little girls, used to dye our nails using red flower petals, but the color looked more like cigarette stains. The only available fragrance was for the purpose of alleviating itchiness from mosquito bites. They became make-do perfume, and you could smell it everywhere in summer time. Later on when the market was open, we quickly picked up what we had missed and became avid fashion students. We created enough eye-sores to get Mrs. Davidson, our English teacher to remind us that black stockings were stockings, not pants.
I got my first pair of jeans in college, and rushed to have a photo taken wearing them. My first bottle of perfume came much later, as an occasion gift. I still have the shell like bottle today.
Virginia Wolf said a woman needs money and a room of her own. That is all we need.
Have to admit I am not a fashion pursuer. My best friend used to laugh at my loose jeans and cardigan that only seniors wear. But my taste is not as bad as of those being scrutinized on What Not to Wear. I am just not bold enough to wear bright purple tights, like some people do, out in the public.
I did not inherit much fashion sense from my mother. She is a beautiful woman, but unfortunately grew up in a repressed era of black, grey and white. She never got the chance to dress up to her beauty when she was young. I remember one day, I was probably 3 or 4 years old, watching her trying on a couple of skirts, which were both black and shaped like flour bags with both ends open. Those were her only skirts. Nail polish was unheard of those days. We, the little girls, used to dye our nails using red flower petals, but the color looked more like cigarette stains. The only available fragrance was for the purpose of alleviating itchiness from mosquito bites. They became make-do perfume, and you could smell it everywhere in summer time. Later on when the market was open, we quickly picked up what we had missed and became avid fashion students. We created enough eye-sores to get Mrs. Davidson, our English teacher to remind us that black stockings were stockings, not pants.
I got my first pair of jeans in college, and rushed to have a photo taken wearing them. My first bottle of perfume came much later, as an occasion gift. I still have the shell like bottle today.
Virginia Wolf said a woman needs money and a room of her own. That is all we need.
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