The organised chaos, Two of Us, Wedding March

Backward, forward

Just now, I looked through my jewellery box and found a rusty old ring of mine. I had fallen hard for the Perlini’s silver ring during my second year of JC – it was matt silver with a single, ickle crystal in the middle. It had cost me a princely $35 then and had been a joint purchase.

It only struck me later that I had tossed it into the bin without a second thought.

After almost 8 years, it’s finally at where it should have gone a long time ago.

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The boyfriend turned to me, as we sat in the bus that runs in Sentosa while the rain poured around us, and asked me in a genuinely perplexed tone why I wanted to hold our wedding there.

I pondered for a nanosecond before replying, honestly, that I couldn’t really say why. It was one of those feelings, I said, like how I had coveted that Zara dress.

He burst out laughing, even though it was grey and miserably cold and we were late for our appointment and there had not been any parking lots in the hotel (hence the bus).

Despite the prohibitive prices, I am glad we are going ahead because, as he said, “it’s once in a lifetime so let’s make it a spectacular one.”

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Even though I am not a Christian, I have always been fascinated by the idea of walking down the aisle and having my father give me away. I admire and respect the process of reciting the wedding vows and exchanging rings, it somehow lends more weight to the ceremony. It shouldn’t be just a 20-minute formality where the highlight is the signing of the certificate.

Watching this couple’s videography of their wedding brought tears into my eyes. And I know, I want a ceremony as solemn and filled with love as theirs.

My dad may not be able to walk me down the aisle but I think my mother would be a more than remarkable replacement.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. Wherever you are.

Little Miss Shopaholic

The white dresses that got away

There is something about white dresses that makes them either a hit or a miss. They could end up making the wearer look like a nurse or a babe who loves clean lines and crisp colours (or the lack of colours).

On my recent sojourn to the mall, I actually discovered two gorgeous white dresses that were perfect in every way.

The first is this wondrous white shirtdress from Gap’s Design Editions:
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Designed by the up and coming Doo.Ri Chung, the dress is simple and chic. Put it on without the belt and it looks like a tent. Belt up and voila! The gorgeous pleats of the skirt flows beautifully and twirls along with you. Genius, really. Who knew a whole bunch of cloth could turn into a dream concoction in such a jiffy. And, I really loved the crisp feel of the shirt. It was comfortable yet very smart looking.

Alas! The XS-sized dress was made for bigger women. There were oodles of cloth that I tried to stuff under the belt, unsuccessfully. At $129, it’s definitely a piece of designer clothing that is absolutely worth every buck.

Strangely enough, Singaporeans don’t seem to be quite taken by the Design Editions collection. It’s already sold out in the States but there were racks of these re-interpreted classic shirts hanging in the Gap stores at Wisma Atria and VivoCity. Pity, really.

The next dress that got away really breaks my heart: the white Kate Moss Topshop one-shouldered cotton dress that I had waxed lyrical about previously:
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It was really quite as perfect as it had seemed on the website: the layers of skirt brushing gently against your thigh, the unique ruching at the chest, the cheeky and flirtatious asymmetrical hemline, the demure white cotton.

Perfect, really, for our hot weather. Wear it with heels and a vintage clutch for a dressy night out or slip on a pair of Chuck Taylors for a breezy day out.

I was willing to fork out $149 for it but as luck would have it, Miss Moss had designed it for petites who had thicker-than-32-inches chest (it probably would have fitted a 36-incher) so it was no go.

I guess some things in life are just fated. Sigh.