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Miss Marc & Me

One of my favouritest designers in the world has to be Marc Jacobs. Seriously, who else can pull off a Spongebob Squarepants tatt other than the smouldering, sexy Marc Jacobs?

Sex appeal aside (so sad that he is gay!), while I can’t say that I greatly admire his work for the house of Louis Vuitton (am really not a fan of LV, to be honest), I simply adore his own Marc Jacobs and Marc by Marc Jacobs line, particularly his Miss Marc accessories. Somehow, Miss Marc reminds me of me: a little quirky, not too pretty and a bit of a neurotic. Plus it’s unexpected, fun and really great at jazzing up an outfit.

So guess who has been my constant companion?

Miss Marc takes the train
Miss Marc takes the train

Well looky here, it’s Miss Marc herself! I snagged me a Miss Marc tote bag and I am loving it. The size is fantastic for all the nonsense that I carry and looking at the picture makes me happy.

Can you tell that I am a little obsessed?

Miss Marc on the bus
Miss Marc on the bus

Shiny happy people
Shiny happy people

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All I need is an apron

Wore my funky new dress from the Hansel pop up store. Except I had on bright purple tights and my pretty sparkly ballerina flats from Topshop.

I love how big the skirt is and the workmanship is fabulous. It’s definitely worth every cent I paid!

Do go check out the store; it’s closing on Sunday. It’s amazing how everything is put together using cardboard – sheer genius! Even if you are not in the mood to spend, you have to pop by to marvel at the artistry of it.

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Club 21 spoils

This is long overdue but one fine afternoon, I took off from work to meet the cousins for lunch and a spot of shopping. Our destination? The famous Club21 Bazaar at Pit Stop Building.

Because it was a Friday afternoon, the crowd wasn’t as unbearable as we had expected. The room was divided into two parts: the more affordable lines like CK, A/X, DKNY and Diesel in one and the higher end labels like Marc Jacobs, Maison Martin Margiela (swoons) and Comme des Garcons (swoons!).

I saw several weird and wonderful CdG pieces but at sizes 40 to 44, they were too big. There were lovely Marc by Marc Jacobs overcoats too but I didn’t think it was practical to buy them, as much as I loved them.

In the end, I went home with A/X wares and two shirts for Mr Thick. I also managed to get my hands on something I had desired for the longest time. Here’s a clue:

This is what happiness is:

Wellies! I had spied these lying in the bin at the children’s section and fished out the biggest pair. To my joy, they fit perfectly, were really cheap at $30 and I promptly chucked them into my shopping bag. The cousins were baffled but as they were used to me wearing weird stuff, they soon forgot about it.

Another of my spoils is this feminine v-neck blouse from A/X. I liked its gentle ruffles at the neckline and the pretty mix of gold and beige.

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Kids these days

When I was 12, I was busy skipping recess so that I could play “zero-point” with my classmates. In class, I would be reading a book hidden below my desk during Mathematics lessons because I just couldn’t care less about multiplication. When I got home, my darling mama would rub off that smudge of dirt on my cheek in exasperation.

At 15, I was in the “act cool” phase. I refused to carry a backpack because I thought it was a very nerdy thing to do. After school, I would go to MacDonald’s at Far East Plaza (that’s how old I am) to grab a strawberry sundae with my friends. I would make notes in my Literature texts in different colours: green representing envy, blue is MacBeth, pink is Lady MacBeth, black for the witches etc.

When I was 12, I was not into fashion. I didn’t know who Coco Chanel was and was wearing my sister’s hand-me-downs most of the time. At 15, I practically lived in jeans and was reliant on my sister’s assessment of what was cool and what wasn’t.

So when I got to Tavi’s blog, I was amazed: she’s a teeny tiny 12-year-old who writes like a seasoned pro and has the most marvellous dress sense! She’s so cool that the sisters behind the super fab Rodarte spent a day with her when she was in their neck of the woods recently, and gifted her with coveted items from their collection.

Gosh! When I was 12, I was writing inane things like “Roses are red/Violets are blue/Sugar is sweet/And so are you” in autograph books. Tavi, on the other hand, is waxing lyrical about fashion design and artistry.

Another genius is 15-year-old Kristin, the editor of the online Prim magazine.

Yes, you read me right. Editor.

The mag is brilliant! I love the styling, the photography and the general vibe of it. In fact, I think it’s so much more edgy and fashion forward than some of our local reads, which tend to pepper their fashion spreads with big labels. Kristin probably has a team of super stylish and artistic fashionistas working with her but as editor, I am pretty sure that every story idea and every storyboard goes through her before it gets published.

I am seriously impressed. They are so savvy and smart and sassy.

Excuse me while I pick up my jaw from the floor.

Prim cover

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I’m famous! In Lianhe Zaobao!

At 9am on Friday morning, I received a text message from my mum, which said: “Saw you in papers. You look very prt.” (Isn’t she cool? She can text in SMS lingo!)

The reason for her excitement?

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That is the front page of zbnow, the lifestyle section of Lianhe Zaobao (think the Chinese version of ST Life!). Unfortunately, I did not make it to front page because I am extraordinarily gorgeous, or because I scaled Mount Everest.

It’s because I wear kids’ clothing.

YZ, a friend of MY (I know, my friends are all known by their abbreviations) is a reporter at zbnow and was looking for someone to interview for the story. I said yes, and she mentioned doing a photoshoot. Three weeks later, my mother-in-law rang while we were having breakfast on Friday morning to say that hey, I was on the front page and then Popartgirl texted me to tell me how her mother had dashed excitedly into her room to ask if that was me.

After receiving that funny text from my mum, I called her and she asked, “So, how much did they pay you?” She had thought that I was a paid model! When I told her I wasn’t paid at all, she groaned and said that the newspaper had gotten too good a deal because I looked so pretty. I love my mum.

Most of the clothes featured were mine and I even slyly added in my Manchester United boys jersey, heh heh.

I am probably breaking copyright laws by putting these up (Ass Pee Hedge was, afterall, my former employer and I know all about their ways) but heck. Here’s the second page of the story and the story is here if you want to read it. I’m simply amazed they can find the last character of my name in the system – it’s an ancient word that does not exist anymore.

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Bye Baylene, Swirl

When I was a poor writer, I used to lust after fashion pieces that were beyond my salary and then trudge into This Fashion to rummage for good bargains that my wallet could afford. While I am no longer an impoverished writer, I am still reluctant to spend upwards of $100 on a top. It just feels wasteful to spend so much money on clothes, despite the beauty and exquisite workmanship.

One of the places that I love to stick my nose in but, invariably, not buy anything, is Stamford House. The building, with classical Victorian architectural elements and lovely high ceiling that lets in streams of natural light, houses interesting boutiques like Baylene, Nicholas, Swirl, and bridal boutiques like Silhouette and Kevin Seah (who has since moved to Red Dot building).

Silhouette was my top choice when I was picking out wedding gowns but I just couldn’t bear to splurge $4,000 on wedding outfits that we were merely renting. Kevin Seah, I avoided because I knew right away that it was a shop I would step into, brim with desire and then kill myself over because of the sky high prices.

Baylene and Nicholas have very similar finishing and style. In fact, their pieces often remind me of a quirkier and edgier Calvin Klein – sleek and deceptively simple. The lines are classic and yet there is always an unexpected twist that resembles nothing you would see on other locally designed clothes. A ruffled collar here, a dart there…little touches that make the piece unique.

Sadly though, Baylene will be closing down. According to the sweet shopgirl that I was chatting with, the designer had decided to wind up the business and take a break indefinitely. Hearing that, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of anxiety. I have to buy more of her stuff – there will be none in future! Unfortunately, many of the interesting pieces like the pants were hanging loosely on my frame but I did score a gorgeous black jersey dress that I will probably wear to death.

If you are a Baylene fan, hurry down to the outlet because the current season is going for a song (50 percent off, to be exact) while the past season’s offerings are even more affordable (dresses at $60 and bottoms at $48).

Another favourite of mine – I got my “evening dress” for the wedding here! – Swirl is also closing down. Happily for me, the online store will still be in operation and their items are also available at other shops. They have a rack of items that are going at 70 percent off so if you are a fan of their feminine and whimsical dresses, you should definitely check out the shop.

(PS: Belatedly, I realise that I am featured on FashBash’s website.)

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Next week: Uniqlo!

My favouritest Japanese fashion line will finally be arriving in my neck of the woods next week and I cannot wait!

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More skinny jeans that fit comfortably and do not cut off the blood circulation in my legs.

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More graphic tee-shirts that fit my tiny frame.

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More kids clothing that I actually like and which fits.

Me love Uniqlo! I am going to rush home after work to check it out on April 9 when it first opens at Tampines 1.

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Confessions of a Shopaholic

Becky Bloomwood. Me. Becky Bloomwood. Me.

See, there is no difference between the two of us at all.

I just caught the movie with the Cuz, the person who got me started on this whole Shopaholic craze five years ago. I really enjoyed it – I thought Isla Fisher as Miss Bloomwood was brilliant and hilarious. Hugh Dancy wasn’t exactly what I imagined Luke Brandon to be (my mind was swinging more towards Luke Wilson or Matthew Macfadyen) but I thought he wasn’t too bad. I love, LOVE that crisp British accent. There is something seriously sexy about the way Englishmen speak. Anyhow, both of us preferred the books to the movie but it was fun fluff nonetheless.

The funny thing was, we both entered the theatre with large shopping bags – me with a pair of heels and a hairdryer (free! thanks to vouchers) and her with a pair of heels and a bag. We had both decided to pop into Pedder Red separately and emerged with shoes.

Which is why I say I completely identify with Becky. Shopping makes me happy, it makes me feel that the nonsense that I had to put up with for the day is worth it because I get to buy the most amazing pair of shoes. My mind is working furiously to pair this wondrous design with the clothes in my wardrobe and I am thinking of how it would make me feel: breezy, quirky and girly. Becky is the girl with the green scarf, I am now that girl with retro shoes.

The little girl whose mother dressed her in sturdy brown shoes was me. And the little girl who, despite the good-hearted practicalities of her mother, grew up to love all things fashion is definitely me. I’m not going to be buried under a whole bunch of credit card bills, of course, and I am as happy throwing groceries into my shopping trolley as I am twirling in front of the mirror in a new dress.

But at the end of the day, buying something that I like and which fits me makes my heart pound with joy. Like this pair of Pedder Red platform heels, for instance:

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Just like Becky, the shoes were speaking to me. Look at us, aren’t we gorgeous? they whispered. And we fit you to a tee. We’ll make you look taller without inflicting unnecessary pain and your legs will look like Alicia Bitch Long Legs’. Perfect, no?

And so the card came out and the shoes went into a bag. The exchange was quick and painless and it ended with a cheery, “Thank you!”

Pedder Red sale. Run. Now.