i’m so stretched, it is not even funny. alot to be thankful for, too little energy. alot of enuthsiasm, too little time.
no, the tattoo is not mine, and i still havent quite had the urge to get myself inked. largely owing to the fact that the vibrating needle scares me, and i cant quite find a phrase that will weather with me through all my days. but this too shall pass has gotta be one of my favourites– and something i repeat to myself, a couple of hundred times a day. i dont want to be so busy that i forget that this is a blessing, not a trial. i don’t want to get so boggled down with navigation that i forget the journey.
its been a whirlwind, here at the company, with recruiting, meetings, deadlines, handing over of keys, sorting out training manuals and of course, the inevitable politics. tempers, tears, defeats, victories, endless phone calls. that is my daily routine. but as each day gets more manic, i feel i have a better handle on it than yesterday. and that is more than i can hope for.
an hour of play with the q-ball never quite fails to lift spirits– thanks che for understanding i needed a q-ball break.
hitting the sack. the boyf is still not back from his pupil’s bash– but i cant wait up any longer.
there has been ample opportunity these days to dress up. and while that usually puts some pressure on me (compared to comfy old jeans and polo), recently i have been enjoying the process quite a fair bit. a lot of events, launches and dinners which require 1) a dress 2) make-up and 3) heels.
we went for a lingerie fashion launch the other day (va va voom, boys!), and while the brands were the newer (read: younger) brands, it was good fun to get out and socialise. dad’s fashion advice? short hem lines, and strong make up, turned out fine.
but as i have been getting interested in dress up, i have been noticing how and what everyone wears, friends, gfs of friends and fashion blogs. i am so sick of vanilla dresses. they are the dresses that require no creativity to wear, just plug and play. see, the idea behind dressing up to me is this: it needs to challenge some norm or other. a fresh factor behind it, whether it be accessories or a queer cut. there has to be an interesting factor to whatever one chooses to wear. just because you have tons of plug and play vanilla dresses, doesn’t mean you dress well. and please, please, dress according to your body type. flat is the new in, yes, but when the top is obviously too loose for you, the outfit loses its structure. and seriously, every girl needs a good pair of jeans that fits and moulds: nothing looks worse than jeans that dont fit your shape.
so today, i am throwing out (and finally clearing) my cupboard. bye bye ye old vanilla dresses.