Now that my fanfiction binge has slowed down somewhat (but not disappeared completely - I don't think that will ever happen), these days I've returned to browsing through blogs again. The warmer weather has, for me, rekindled a spark of interest in the contents of my wardrobe. No more hiding under a great big coat; bring out the interesting jackets ( Read more... )

When my family was here, I had the pleasure of going shopping with my mother and sister a few times. Nothing spectacular, just a trawl around the mall, but after months of shopping either on my own or doing a frantic whizz with kids in tow, it was really nice to just browse the racks at leisure, asking for opinions, checking out things that I ( Read more... )

Because who doesn't like a little nosey around someone else's bag, right?


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I made it through the week, fraying nerves and all - J's coming home tomorrow. With school and other activities to keep the kids (plus me) busy, the week went by fairly quickly. And just in time, too. My patience is running dry with Mr Whine-a-Lot and I'm getting a backache from having to heave Miss Cling-a-Lot up and down all the time. Plus I have ( Read more... )

My mother volunteered to take The Bun off my hands last night so I decided to go get a haircut and do some solo shopping in town.

The appointment was 5.30pm with my usual stylist, F, but when I arrived at the salon the receptionist informed me, rather anxiously, that F wasn't around and the previous client (4.30pm) had left without getting ( Read more... )

Sick of fighting with my hair in the never-ending humidity, I finally decided to quit whining and just do it. I decided to go for the Big Snip.


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After waffling about it for the last few weeks, I'm finally all geared up to get my hair chopped off. Yes, wow, momentous event, way to go! Frankly, there's nothing wrong with my hairstyle right now per se, but I'm just really sick of it. Its roots are growing out (my hair is chemically-straightened) so most mornings I spend some time with a ( Read more... )

Once again I mourn the dearth of any creative or arty magazines for parents, especially in Singapore. The ones published here mostly consist of badly regurgitated press releases and boring fashion spreads which for some reason always feature Caucasian or Eurasian kids. What's up with that? I also hate reading the articles which tend to range from ( Read more... )

Sick of the mess in our shoe cabinet at home, this afternoon while The Bun took his nap, I undertook a big clear-out operation. Disposed: anything I haven't worn in the past year, regardless of cost, brand, or sentimentality. (Obviously, shoes that are meant for special occasions are spared.)

Total pairs culled: eighteen.

Eighteen! I am ashamed ( Read more... )

I recently discovered Looklet, which is a fun Flash website where I have been indulging my dress-up stylist-wannabe fantasies. Polyvore and I never did hit it off; it just feels a bit too clinical, somehow, laying out the clothes and accessories to imagine how they would all look together. On Looklet I get to pick a model (I don't have a favourite ( Read more... )