Skinny Flowy Tank Love

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Calypso Platform Pumps

Calypso Platform Pump (get it here)

I just had to place this picture above my writing today.  It fully mesmerizes me with a single glance, and I can't help but feel the magic.  The Calypso Platform Pumps by Fahrenheit go above and beyond and over the top, out of this world, but never out of my mind!  I have been eyeing these ice blue darlings since they were new arrivals, although I was waiting for Black Friday/Cyber Monday just in case Nasty Gal decided to reveal promotions, since they haven't in so long.  I would have been able to handle the wait a little longer, but of course Nasty Gal comes out with their Holiday Collection just in time to crack me.  The picture below is what sold me, and since I could not resist temptation, Luster and Calypso were on their way to my closet.  The Pumps are miraculous with a capital Metallic!  "Whatever" to the fact that metallic is so in right now; these stunnermuffins (no not studmuffins) belong in any era and stole the hearts from my feet if my feet had hearts!!  If you've read my other blogs, you know I'm a sucker for fairy tales and these shoes just speak to me as if they will carry me away to all the happily-ever-after fairy tales when I wear them.  They're priced at $48, which I'd say is a great deal compared to many of the other shoes on Nasty Gal.  I honestly don't know why they're not sold out yet.  The picture shows them a shade darker than they actually are (my flash was full on), so they look more towards the color in the picture from the store site.  Nonetheless, I am reminded of Cinderella's one night getaway that deemed her a princess (even though I'd like to think she was one before her fairy godmother showed up).  The only issue I had was that the size was a teeny bit bigger for my feet for some reason.  It is barely there as I can still walk in them, but when I buy heels I want them to fit perfectly and be comfortable, and the latter applies.  I am considering exchanging them for a half size smaller, which is a plus that the sizes are not only available in whole sizes, but boy would it be a pain to find that pair too small.  Anyway, moving on to my lust for Luster, am I one of a few that see past the aluminum astronaut-like aura the blouse puts forth?  Probably not, since the sizes are running low already, but I myself do not comprehend why Luster was meant for me to lust.  With free 2-day UPS shipping, I became that one little girl who frantically open her presents before Christmas day.  The blouse is quite oversized in length, which is stated in the item description, and the material is 100% polyethylene (aka plastic).  Despite being aware of the plastic material, I was unsure of the look and feel of the top in person, and am still betwixt of what to think of it upon wearing it.  Any movement creates a plastic-y noise, but I have to hand it to the designer, for the style is quite unique and well put-together.  Both of my purchases say a lot about the fashion boundaries these days--they are surpassed in every single direction!  I wouldn't wear these two beauties together, or even the bejeweled/embellished shorts in the picture with the Luster blouse.  That would be way too flashy, even with my camera flash off.  The best way to accentuate these pieces is to wear them with a simple outfit.  I have yet to snap a photo of me in this top, but I'm not sure I can top this model; she's pretty high fashion, minus her awkward left hand).  Oh yeah, right now Nasty Gal is, upon purchase of a Holiday Collection item, giving away free totes in the same silver metallic style and material as the Luster blouse.  That's what's showing as the background in my picture above.  So the moral of this shopping fairy tale blog is, you can give in to lust sometimes, and there's no need to have your shoes slip away in order for you to shine!  Happy shopping!!

Luster Blouse (get it here)

Once Upon A Time Necklace

Romwe.com has whisked me away yet again, but this time with a charming layered piece of magic.  This Once Upon A Time necklace can be worn to show love for the TV series on ABC, but there's also no need to shy away your belief in fairy tales because this Once Upon A Time is blinging real.  Dreamy, isn't it?

Angel Owl Heart-Shaped Charm Layer Necklace (get it here)

Get it now.  Before it gets sold out!  (previously sold out on Topshop.com)
The anticipating wait begins for mine to arrive....

DIY Adult Female Winnie The Pooh Costume & Manicure, & Male Hunny Jar Costume

Who says Disney is only for children?  Why can't grown ups hold on to some magic in their lives, too?  I am not embarrassed to say that when the Winnie the Pooh movie came out to theaters last year, I went with my mother to watch it.  I recall it being quite short, and I wanted the film to last longer.  Many people who look back want to remain in their childhoods forever, but you don't need a holiday like Halloween to allow for that.  Get in touch with your cherished moments of the past and let it bring joy to not only remember, but also relive them.  Of course, you wouldn't see me walking around in a Pooh bear costume on any regular day, but I wouldn't be ashamed to wear the Pooh t-shirt with a pair of jeans.  I guess that's what's so extraordinary about Halloween; people feel free to express themselves in ways they normally might not.

I decided that the Halloween stores out there didn't have the costume I was looking for this year, but some did have a few materials that helped me create my own.  I was pleased with the outcome, for I was able to find all the items I sought to design the whole look.  To match the costume with a Pooh manicure, see the DIY video below, and if you want to make it a couples themed costume, watch the Pooh video to see how to make lettering and you pretty much just replace yellow with red and "Pooh" with "Hunny," as shown in the last picture at the bottom.  I hope this helps at least one of you out there!  To all, have a happy and sweet Halloween!!

DIY Pooh Bear Costume

Gold Honeycomb Ring by Designerica on Etsy.com

DIY Pooh Bear Manicure

DIY Adult Hunny Jar Costume

Yellow long sleeve top from Target
Blue t-shirt, self cut into a tank from Walmart

Blue hat from Walmart

Je t'aime Romwe Dress

There aren't enough blue and gray dresses on the market, and those colors are gorgeous for any outfit.  Luckily, I was able to snatch this dress before it sold out:

Je t'aime Anomalous Hem Dress (from Romwe.com)

Black T-Strap Thong Lacoste Appoline Sandal (get it here)

However, it is a simple dress that can be self created easily.  Just grab yourself a plain blue tank, a gray hi-low skirt, a little black belt, and add some handmade lettering--and wah lah!  You showed that sold out item you can do better without it!

Perfect To A "T"

Juicy Couture Fitted Color Block Dress in Black/White (get it here)
Black Faux Leather 'P-Cadee' T-Strap Sandals (get them here)

Normally, I don't find Juicy Couture all that juicy, but I could not pass on one of their simple yet sexy creations:  The Fitted Color Block Dress (found on my beloved guilty pleasure, REVOLVEclothing.com).  The contrast is so subtle while allowing room for accessorizing.  In my take, the dress is more than enough of a statement so I merely slipped on some Gianvito Rossi T Strap Sandal (give me a freaking affordable break!) look-a-likes.  Black and white outfits can still be bold even without the flashy color splash, don't you think?

Halter Tank Dress Colorblock

Looking for a dress similar to Lucy Hale's red/orange Wes Gordon Spring 2012 halter dress worn at the Teen Choice Awards??  For a cute and chic style that is also easy on the wallet, this dress from LuLu*s.com is super clutch and a keeper!

Cut For The Chase Ivory And Taupe Dress (get it here)
Mustard Leather 'Kara Trapunto' Platform Slide Sandals (get them here)
Ada Necklace (get it here)

3D Flower Bandeau Bikini Top

If I were to advertise, it would be for life.

River Island Mint 3D Flower Bandeau Bikini Top (get it here)

Traveling is my thing, but planes are not.  Everyone hits turbulence at some point in life.  Whether you're on a flight for 14 hours or 45 minutes, it doesn't matter.  All it takes is one cloud of storm to shake you and a fraction of a percent error to crash a plane.  No one else seems to be worried before the shaking becomes uncontrollable, not even the youngins in the seats ahead of you.  At this point, I'm all in my head.  Please, I'll do anything, I have yet to prove to them, I'm not done with, it's not time yet, I love you.  Squeezing two hands tightly, I am not alone.  Sweating, waiting, I shift my thoughts to when my dad asked me, "Why do you love life so much?" like it's wrong of me to do so.  "In any one day, it can be over.  We all die someday.  Don't love life too much."  I know what he means, and I know what I shouldn't do, but it's not that easy.  I want to make it past today and I don't want to give up my chances and I want and I don't want and I want and I don't want.  I stop.  Once the plane lands, only then do I shed a tear.  There is no relief, just calmer, sunnier days to look forward to.

Pointy Shoe Pastels

Navy & Nude Tilly Flat from French Connection
Pastel Orange Blazer Jacket (get it here)

Ombre Skirt

Ombre Skirt (get it here)

Coral & Stripes & Boyfriend Jeans

Lovers + Friends

             

Lovers + Friends Seagreen Floral Dress (get it here)

Lovers + Friends Seagreen Maxi Skirt (get it here)

Lakers Are For Lovers

Roompa Loompaland Part 2

Roompa Loompa, do-ba-dee-doo,
I’ve got a perfect puzzle for you.
Roompa Loompa, do-ba-dee-dee,
If you are wise you’ll listen to me.


Everyone delves into the world of what's in and what's not, what's 'winning' and what's an epic fail, and everyone thinks he/she is different from the rest of us.  This concept of individuality can be pro-con.  It can inspire and give a positive boost or it can supplement a concoction of cocky.  We all have contrasting viewpoints and means of expression.  Thus, we are different, yet the same.  Yeah, some people achieve more than others, putting an emphasis on daily competition, but if we had nothing to compare, we would be a meaningless, bland race.  Speaking of our race, it is beyond me that a human would guide in defining 'humanity' via the example sentence here:  'Honestly, humanity in general is a sad and sorry race.'  Maybe that person is suicidal, or maybe he/she addresses a point, setting aside the generalization part.


You gotta deal with what you've got.  I'm talking about body-wise, health-wise, money-wise, and even purchase-wise.  People can be so languishing and dissatisfied with themselves that it is a sorry, sorry thing.  We put on trouble like it's our normal garb, when it's all actually garbage.  Sure you can return/exchange a purchase, but if it goes out of stock, you're pretty much out of luck.  Deal with it.  People deal with what they have in different ways.  Alterations are becoming more and more highly accepted, and you can be cautious or impractical about it.  Steroids are abused, bones are intentionally broken, tanning is much too oompa loompa amplified.  These are all at inevitably high costs.  Tryhards don't see that one 'necessary' change leads to another.  Go ahead, 'enhance' your muscles, your height, your skin hues, your boobage.  I'm all for people that seek betterment and happiness.  If only they could see health before beauty and happiness even in health.  Also, being wealthy or not is just an accessory to your character.  Without the latter, money can only take you so far.  I admit to being spoiled at times, but you can't place me on the same side of the spectrum as Veruca Salt, the 'bad nut' that demanded her dad to give her a Willy Wonka squirrel.  Like in that chocolate factory, rich resilience truly empowers the world.  I'd much rather aim for who I want to be while accepting my life conditions instead of leading my own demise.  


Roompa Loompa, do-ba-dee-da,

With positivity, you will go far.

You will live in happiness if you pursue,
More than the Roompa Lompa do-ba-dee-do.

Cheers to those happier than a bird with a french fry or a squirrel with a gazillion good nuts.

Roompa Loompaland

I'm not very into rompers, for when I first tried on a pair in a mall fitting room, they made me look like an oompa loompa.  Little did I know that my anti 'roompa' stance was only temporary.  Going out one night, I was stunned, envying my friend who effortlessly pulled off the look.  Seriously, teach me how to roompa-minus the oompa, please.  Even though I wasn't persuaded yet to pin the trending attire to my style, my doubts were suddenly hindered.  My thoughts gradually pranced from 'How the hell do I go to the bathroom in this' to 'Why, yes, yes I do want to have to practically strip nude in order to tinkle.'  Hashtag, kinky?  Well, that wasn't exactly my decision making process, but I couldn't dismiss that angle of approach, and it's probably a prominent factor for many skeptics.  Anyhow, chance lead me to one particular roompa that was not the common floral covered or solid colored garb, but instead a 100% cotton, black material with big birds of light pink, turquoise, and orange.  I was also fancied by the roompa being synonymously dubbed a 'playsuit' instead; it was as if the designers played their cards just for me.  Call me brave, but patterns really catch my eye, so I heedlessly snatched the item in my size, against being unaware if I would be a walking beast or beauty in it.  The perks of shopping: if anything, I could return it.  Yesterday was delivery day and boy did I bounce off the walls before ripping open my package (I do that with all my purchases, by the way).  I made a wardrobe version of a Columbus discovery by trying on this little black big bird playsuit.  I was captivated.  It could have been that I adored the clothing so much that the pretend button in my head was triggered on, granting me permission to believe I looked as good in it as it looked without me.  I guess that was as close to good as it was going to get with a roompa.  The length was a tad bit short, but I'll manage, just like how this playsuit would have managed well if it were a dress.  I assume the point is to close off the crotch area so perverts can't bet on a girl's pantie color.  Oh, and to give a more casual appearance.  Whether or not the trend will linger is trivial to me, as I like to expand my getup and not limit it to one style, even though one style can be incorporated in multiple projections. Besides, I only purchased one roompa.  Someday, people are going to wake up and throw out all their roompas and then, some twenty years later, buy them all over again.  Just as news suddenly surfaces, it also fades.  We frock together, as we are birds of a feather.

Big Bird Playsuit from Topshop (get it here)
Double Strap Gladiator Thongs from LuLu*s (get it here)

P.S.  Here's how I plan to escape the hideous monsters of Roompa Loompaland, the land which showcases outfits gone wrong:

  Hit                  Vs.               Miss

  High low skirts                       Animal prints   

 Pointy toe sandals                  Neon with neon

  Crop Tops                            Bodysuits

 Scallop shorts                         Tribal prints

      Espadrilles                         Heel-less shoes

             Maxis                       Peplum skirst/dresses

    Huarache shoes                   Sperry boat shoes

The Search

So I begin my first blog today (instead of watching the season 1 finale of The Client List) because of various reasons:
1. Curiosity might have killed the cat, but not me
2. My favorite teacher always told me to never stop writing
3. Sharing is caring, right?
4. Might be cool

Now what?  Well, in order for me to keep writing, ideas are required.  Just like in order for you to keep on reading, you must find a common interest in these words.  Via this blog, I will bestow on you something for you to take away.

Some people just stumble across fascinating things haphazardly, while others really sweat their balls out to grasp location location location.  If Google Search does not map out where you can find whatever it is you seek, tough.  If Google lead you here, you should be feeling lucky.  You and I, we might not want the same materialistic/conceptual subjects, but we are humans; we have the same needs.  We both know what it's like to want something so badly to the point of needing it.  Water becomes pool becomes aquarium in my living room.

The more bills, the more thrills.  It kills me to face the fact that the load aplenty in my bank account diminishes to a hideous amount each week. I find a high in searching for material things that are unique and what I had no idea I wanted because priorly, I did not know where it had been all my life.  To me, clicking 'submit order' could be analogous to, I don't know, perhaps a man's first post gender change orgasm.  A bit too much?  Yeah, tell that to my bank security alert system, which can't tell if a thief is attempting to pamper his/herself or if I have mistaken the month of June with Christmas.  Hold onto your bumps, you gooses, cause it's just me, the splurging chief.  It's silly to think that one click of a mouse or a tap of a touch pad can tickle my happy bone to the extent that it does.  You should see me 5-8 business days later when I go all Russian spy on FedEx trucks.

As humans, we are always searching, be it for happiness, love, freedom, recipes, memories, lost relations...etc.  All searches, new and old, spike the punch of life.  They just do.  My daily searches are modern day pirate hunts.  There are all kinds of hidden gems and jewelries in the world, and the internet is my map to fruition.  Maybe I spoil myself too much, or maybe I should be charged for well spent self-indulgence.  I purchase more outfits than I get occasions to wear them and yet I still find it necessary to push the cart past checkout.  There is only one person that I want to check me out, too, and I could wear bland clothing instead of brands for all he cares.  Still, I persist in my searches, my love-lust relationship with concrete entities, as if it were my job.  Is there such a thing as a professional shopaholic? If so, I got a raise ten minutes ago.

Ten minutes ago I joined a waiting list for an item that I only today realized exists, and exists beautifully, might I add.  Earlier, I had first laid eyes on this necessity of a necklace, but lo and behold, I was bummed out shortly after.  'Out of stock'- every consumer's worst daymare.  I went ballistic on Google Search, Google Shopping, Google Images, Etsy, eBay, Shopbop, and more, attempting to find a replica or at least that which is resembling.  I was about to settle with an equivalent charm when I stared longingly at the necklace on the original Dogeared site until my sight wandered to 'Out of stock- coming back soon!'  Sure, I didn't have to search long and hard to get to that point and turn into one blithe bum, but at least the experience reassured me that this golden charm is one whaley whaley prized possession.  (On another note, do not become a splurging thief, though, and steal away the entire next restocked batch before I locate this jewel on my patient neck, please and thank you.)

If you're looking for something and you can't find it, there's a 100% chance you haven't searched hard enough.  As the wise Dory DeGeneres always says, 'Just keep swimming!'

Dogeared Gold Dipped Whale Charm Necklace