Hand Made With Love

I’ve always had preferences which tend to stray off the beaten track and I get very excited to find quirky, hand made, alternative, flea market styles or etsy-esque stuff:-

From dejarnette

From etsy shops

Sart

I. Love. all things Beautiful.

The Sartorialist constantly has shots of beautiful people and beautiful self-expression, all laid out so simple-chicly.

Stylish is Giovanna Battaglia (fashion editor at Vogue L’uomo) who has been captured many times over on The Sartorialist:-

Love that red bag. Looks like a Ralph Lauren Ricky?

Local Fashion

In my bookmarks, I have a folder of local fashion blogs/sites. I love these so so so much – so close to home, creative and definitely feed the news on our evolving local fashion scene.

1. Fashion Nation is my first click-to! Its updated at eon speed, with 101% passion for all things fashion

2. Soon Lee posts are nothing short of quality! Having been to their shop and gotten the blog URL off their card, I’ve been clicking to this fashion/boutique blog with much frequency.

3. Swirl. A ‘what i wore today’ blog by the Swirl girls. Fantastic ideas and they detail the sourse of each item of clothing pictured I love the shop too. So quirky and unlike any other. We need much much more of such brave individuality in Singapore for sure.

4. Fashion is Spinach. Though not based in Singapore anymore, I still adore this Spinach and have left it in my Sg Fashion bookmarks folder

5. iLoveKyurii is the blog belonging to one of the ladies behind the Kyurii Shop from which I’ve bought some clothes before. The Kyurii Shop’s presentation of its clothes is unfailingly stylish.

expense

I need to constantly remind myself that, being on sabbatical, I’m not earning a steady income anymore. My bank balance is not going to re-inflate automatically at month’s end.

Seriously, just yesterday alone spent $17 lunch @ Marmalade Canteen + $55 shiatsu massage + $76 at MNG + $55 dinner & drinks @ Da Paolo = obscene.

lucky unlucky lucky

I have been TOTALLY slacko. Can’t be bothered to read anything for school.

Got a pedicure yesterday at Deb’s shop.

Separately, got a parking ticket at stupid Holland Village carpark. The summon lady was punching buttons on her machine for me already when my car came into view as I walked into the carpark. DAMN! Then she says “cannot cancel la…completed the transaction already.” YAH RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!! She kept on punching the buttons as I talked to her and I’ll bet she pressed the damned return key only after I had descended upon her/my car!

I’d almost started to think that there’s no such thing as luck and that everything is within control (albeit sometimes indirect) and then after I got that dumb parking summon, a whole bunch of damn unlucky shite unfolds. I shall not got into depth.

Its been raining non-stop. Good for the backyard.

I Love Love Love

Vogue

Bread Baskets (and Italian food! yum!)

Local cuisine. Pictured above is the Bak Kut Teh on Kitchener Road. Fantastic for a hearty weekend brunch.

Brunch! Indulgence. Pictured above is eggs benedict at House, on Dempsey.

Kate Spade <3

Back pages of magazines

When thumbing through a magazine, I always get quite excited especially when flipping to the last page. Commonly, the last page features someone or something real-life-related, which I like. It’s kinda like, after glossy pages of beautiful, ethereal, perfectly styled and presented things, people and lifestyle, it ends with something real and closer to attainment.

On a recent flight which happened to be on a Sunday, I picked up the orangy-pink Financial Times, weekend edition, knowing that there’s bound to be something interesting with a somewhat international appeal in there. This print happened to come with the FT’s monthly glossy supplement, “How to Spend It”. The last page of which was some Mr Morgan describing his perfect weekend.

Nice warm article. I clicked around on the FT website, having considered for a while, and still considering, whether to subscribe to this paper daily. Delightful to find that the whole How to Spend It was available online!

Transition

Since I’ve started school, my sleeping pattern has warped. I now sleep at close to 3am and wake up at an equally ungodly hour.

School life is a welcome change. It allows time and space for creativity to flourish, for interests to be pursued, for reading to be done at a more leisurely pace, for the chance to put my feet up with the day’s papers and a cuppa in the morning. ooooohhhh….total paradise compared to jumping out of bed after 5 snoozes, wash, change, smudge stuff on face, shovel down the food, coffee down in one swift gulp, hustle to the MRT station, fling self onto train, hop off at Raffles Place (though I don’t elbow my way out of the train in order to beat fellow passengers onto the escalator up), march through the underpass and up up up into the office, walk into my room, sit self down, drink water, peer into inbox and henceforth the day(s) unfolded.

School life has allowed me the time luxury of this blog!