I’m not sure if the title of my post has anything to do with what I’m about to say. Perhaps, just a litttle bit. It’s been 5 months since I started earning my own keep. I was so painfully broke during my post-graduate days, that it was not even funny. My lowest points were looking for coins around my room and skipping dinners with friends because I simply could not afford it.
Things are quite different now. I save quite a bit, but, I’m also a bit of a spender. Maybe the pent-up shoppoholic within me has been unleashed, after having been oppressed for two long years under the watchful eye of my rational Super-ego, or at least that is what I choose to believe. I’ve been buying pretty things for my loved ones, and for myself. A couple of bags here, a couple of shoes there. Sometimes when I pass my card over the counter, I feel an immense sense of guilt that threatens to engulf me, and this is not a hyperbole.
Recently, something odd happened. I’m never one for labels & luxury items. I don’t see the value in Chanel, Prada or Louis Vuitton. And sorry, Fergie, but give me love anytime over labels. But 7 days back, I surfed onto Reebonz.com. It’s an online site based in Singapore which offers such fabulous discounts on branded darlings. I was never excited though, till I saw an upcoming sale event for Femme Sud. My. Oh. My. I did some research and fell hard. Head over heels. Infatuated. Lusted. <insert any appropriate adjective here> I was gone. I saw the Brag Book. Oh my. What a gorgeous, little thing. I had never heard of the brand nor seen the clutch in my life. But I needed it.
To cut a long story short, the sale opened at 12.00 p.m. I had been clicking refresh since 11.30. I was the first to make a purchase at roughly 12.03 p.m. And ta-da. I had succumbed. One has to admit though, it isn’t about the label, but the utter quirky beauty of the clutch. A huge drawback was that it was lambskin. <I’m right now very distracted because i was just reminded me of something that is due tomorrow. effin hell!> I wish I could talk more about this, but looks like I have to go on now and get started. The best I can do for now is to add a picture here, that I can randomly surf on and bask in its glory. : )
And I’m off.
(can i also just say the clutch comes with a pretty coin purse that says “Trust Fund” and a Femme Sud Lipstick?)
(via icanread)
uh huh uh huh uh huh! you can say that again.
this makes me feel better about the current books-are-eating-my-room situation.
i’ve an obsession.
aww, it cant be *that* bad! don’t people give ipods filled with songs and pictures these days? (ala Obama)
Internet is killing romanticism!
Art by Manuel Bartual. Read more comic strips at Listen Now!
(via: craytonc, thenightdances, eatsleepdraw)
kiyo:
merricat:owlsgo: amandoline:thelos:(via piratekitten)
i sort of have the urge to pull a ‘craig’, print this out and stick posters all over my street.
The Mysterious Explorations of Jasper Morello
(via monsterdistributes)
Nominated for an Oscar and for a BAFTA award, Jasper Morello is a short feature made in a unique style of silhouette animation developed by director Anthony Lucas and inspired by the work of authors Edgar Alan Poe and Jules Verne. In the frontier city of Carpathia, Jasper Morello discovers that his former adversary Doctor Claude Belgon has returned from the grave. When Claude reveals that he knows the location of the ancient city of Alto Mea where the secrets of life have been discovered, Jasper cannot resist the temptation to bring his own dead wife Amelia back. But they are captured by Armand Forgette, leader of the radical Horizontalist anti-technology movement, who is determined to reanimate his terrorist father Vasco. As lightning energises the arcane machineries of life in the floating castle of Alto Mea, Jasper must choose between having his beloved restored or seeing the government of Gothia destroyed. Set in a world of iron dirigibles and steam powered computers, this gothic horror mystery tells the story of Jasper Morello, a disgraced aerial navigator who flees his Plague-ridden home on a desperate voyage to redeem himself.
You look around in the fridge, freezer, all the cabinents, and see a whole lotta food and then think- I don’t want any of this fucking shit. And then realize you have plenty to eat but at the same time, you have nothing to eat. Yeah, fuck that.
i do this same thing, but with reference to my closet.
“Do I Love You Because You’re Beautiful?” - Stuart Damon (via somuchwhatever)
I loved the 1965 version of Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella when I was little, and I’ve had this song stuck in my head all afternoon.
