Wednesday, 18 July 2012

Shopping Trip

I dumped my work stuff in my house and rushed out. I walked steadily towards the venue, my hair escaping from the bun. I rushed through smoke and dust; my platform slippers flipped wet mud droplets on my legs. I did not bother. I was late already. A weekend had just got over. Here I was, waking up on a Tuesday to start the mission.

Still, I was confident I will pull it off. I am an old player in this game, after all.

I reached, panting and sweaty, all the perfume mostly faded (whatever strain I may be in, time / money, looking and dressing good can never be compromised on. I feel). I ran up the stairs, entered the sliding doors and sighed noisily. I smiled at the mannequins, startling the poor guard. I devoured the smells of the place. I’m here, finally, I thought.

Shopping! The mall! Nothing makes me happier.

I went on a clothes-picking frenzy pushing little girls and fat ladies aside in the process. I have a mission to accomplish; I glared at them haughtily. So what if I have enough clothes to clothe half of the city, I still deserve better things in life. After all the anguish and suffering I go through being a single working girl, don’t I deserve some, at least little reward? I picked that shirt with the cute colour and I also picked that top with the jazzy buttons. So what if I didn’t like the shirt’s cloth or the top’s colour. You can’t get everything, you know.

Shopping being such a wonderful therapy that cures so many problems faced by ladies log, I hate when it causes pain. The pain of having to choose just one pair of jeans. Or just one scarf, and keep back all those trendy pieces you picked up. So I just pick them all. What if I find someone else wearing a similar piece some day? How will I console my poor heart? How will I compensate my deprived heart?

I beat girls to trial rooms. I studied the pieces on shelves and hoarded them on my arm like they were groceries till my arm felt senseless. I rummaged through racks, much to the salesgirl’s distress and picked out every item of my size (and a size lower and higher) and dragged them into the tiny trial room.

‘Size S in this? And longer shorts like these?’ I rattled off queries enthusiastically to the salesgirl.

‘No’, the grumpy salesgirl replied coldly and scuttled away.

How mean!

‘Hmph’ I frowned. ‘Poor thing. Must be really frustrated about something. Pity.’

My shopaholic aura must have been spotted by the salesgirls by the jewellery counter. I looked through the racks importantly while those girls hung around me like bees. I shoved a few items into a girl’s hands, asking her to hold them for me and flung orders at her. The girl looked gobsmacked. I ignored. I was on a roll and no one could come in my way. I picked up more items to try and moved towards the trial rooms leaving her looking lost holding the accessories basket in her hand. It is always like this when I shop. Salesgirls just become my personal assistants for some time.

After I was convinced that I had left nothing untried, I made my way to the counter (and made another trip to the trial room because I saw something on the way). My smug expression was wiped off for a moment when the bill amount was displayed. What the hell is with inflation?! But well, I wanted it, I bought it.

I walked out of the mall a little shaken. I passed my neighbourhood boutique and bowed my head. Enough (for today).

I wonder what Daddy Dearest, who keeps a tab on my bank account activities, will say and when.

Is this how you shop too? How do you shop?

Friday, 8 June 2012

Lace Is Everything

Ok. I have returned some weeks back from a fabulous vacation to Singapore. Even though it was my third visit to this country, I am not bored and will be game to go for the fourth time. Having travelled to parts of Europe and Australia, I will rate Singaporeans as the best dressed people. In fact, the whole of SE Asia – Singapore, Japan, Taiwan, Korea, Hong Kong and Thailand. The girls are petite, silky skinned and doll-like. Anything – dresses to bathroom slippers to shorts to faded jeans – looks good on them. My favourite pass time in Singapore, apart from eating and clicking photos, was drooling over Singaporeans. Their hairstyles, clothes and make up was perfect. There is lot of inspiration to be drawn from them!
So, how could I not shop from this fashionable country?? I did! And among the various things I bought, the most precious thing was this lace dress I got from Bugis Street.

Isn’t it a darling!!

More on Singapore fashion soon

Tuesday, 17 April 2012

Random Facts About Me

Current wish list:
  • A pair of Nine West pumps
  • Red jeans
  • The perfect ripped jeans
  • Animal print top

Can’t get enough of:
  • Denim
  • Shorts
  • Shoes
  • Painted Cloth bags
  • Metal / Stone jewellery

I like:
  • Top knots
  • Pumps
  • Smokey eyes
  • Messy hair
  • Nude lips
  • Gladiator sandals
  • Hazel eyes
  • Beads
  • Summers dresses
  • Wedges
  • Nose rings
  • Lace
  • Boots
  • White
  • Scarves
  • Oversized glares
  • Anklets and toe rings
  • Pleated skirts
  • Blue hair streaks

Favourite places:
  • Book shops
  • Coffee shops
  • Castles
  • Beaches
  • Malls
  • Markets
  • Ruins
  • Old houses

Next Destination: Singapore

Dream destination: Peru

Friday, 30 March 2012

Here I go travelling again

Travel is a bug for me. It has bit me big time since the last 2 years. Since my parents have banned me from any more foreign holidays, I am looking within home and I am marvelled at the treasures hidden in Gujarat itself. We decently did a girls trip to Ahmedabad and nearby places. The architecture is amazing – delicate, mysterious and grand. I was left gaping.

Anyway. I found this crochet koti (jacket) that I had got my grandmother to make when I was in school. If you remember the 90’s this fashion was a rage (Kotis over oversized shirts. Look at Suchitra’s outfit at the end of this song). Now that its spring and crochet / lace is in, I dug this out and this looks oh-so-smart. Must thank Grandma for this! She will be delighted.

Monday, 26 March 2012

For The Love Of Summer

I wish I was in college and had loads of money. I wish I worked for Vogue. I wish I was in New York and had loads of money. I could wear these outfits regularly and not wait for special occasions to wear them. Even if I could easily put together any of these outfits, I would feel miserable if it gets wasted on the crowd / location / event.

Which one do you like the most?

Keep watching my outfit sets on Polyvore.

Wednesday, 21 March 2012

Spring is here–Spring 2012 Trends

Spring is here – the season of sun, skirts and milkshakes. It’s time to put away the boots and the scarves. Summer clothes, come in the front please.

Spring Trends of 2012 are visible now all around the globe. Let’s take a quick look at them:





Can’t wait to get my hands on this one.

I am already in love with this.


So fish out your peaches, tangerines and lace. Put on a pair of sunglasses, set the ground on fire and be cool.

I am all excited about spring. Are you?

More spring trends here.

Tuesday, 20 March 2012

Inspire. And Be Inspired.

Ok. So many Bollywood songs are copied or ‘inspired’ from English/Korean/Russian songs. Many hindi movie songs are ‘inspired’ from Indian folk songs. Indian actresses copy / imitate styles of Hollywood (Sonam Kapoor and JLo in Gucci evening gown??). My question is, is there a problem with that - getting inspired, which is crudely put as copying or imitating? Do we stop liking a song when we come to know it’s been copied from an English song? As long as an equally beautiful duplicate is created, what’s the harm? It’s another form of beauty or art. Looking at it from another angle, you get to appreciate two forms of the same music piece or appreciate the better one, whichever one it is.

The above outfit is similar to the following outfit worn by Deepika Padukone (the newly acquired bronze and pearl necklace reminded me exactly of this!).

PS: Did you know the song ‘Teri Meri’ from Bodyguard has been taken up from the song La Betleem Colo-n Jos by Cleopatra Stratan (its a Romanian song). Listen to it here. It’s sung by a little girl who has a very very cute voice. This doesn’t stop me from still loving Teri Meri.
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