Posts Tagged ‘Merry Traveller’s Fashion Magazine’

I Get Them By Invite Only …

Monday, February 1st, 2010

Over the weekend just when we held the little farewell for our 2 friends, my shopping accomplice and I slipped away from Wala Wala to the spacious Antipodean next door and fingered some of the delicate pieces of accessories waiting to be picked up (the word sounds wrong but the idea is right). I ruthlessly pushed aside my guilt and returned with these.

I really got the necklace form of the “Three Wise Owls” but I can’t find an image of it. I am a sucker for heart shapes and lockers and bows and a combination of all three made it a must-have and kills the pocket. The three wise owls sitting sedately in a row, for some reason, made me think of Hedwig in Harry Potter and because owls are in the IN-birds since 2009. No one hardly ever makes woodpecker or magpie accessories so owls must be good.

All “By Invite Only” accessories are packaged individually with a vintage reproduction postcard-lookalike as a backdrop.

They are also available at Polymath & Crust and BlackMarket.

No One Is A Fashion Know-All

Monday, February 1st, 2010

I have considered Fashion as a philosophy of Life. And Philosophy is a big word to me. It deals with existentialism, knowledge, language, values and it thrives on such a broad spectrum that as long as you know how to justify, everything becomes some form of philosophy or another. Fashion is an expression of freedom, a form of inner knowledge to the insiders, speaks a language of its own to people who understand and like it or not, your clothes speak for who you are. Maybe not all of it but by a good measure.

I especially like posts which correlates clothes and fashion with thoughts — linking them to the surroundings, harmonizing them with culture, tempering two wildly diverse natures into one, not unlike something like this. A good example would be the way how Rebecca Bloomfield (Confessions of a Shopaholic) gained popularity with “The Girl in the Green Scarf” column in Successful Savings — being able to strike up a similarity between fashion and investment. I’ve never been a dismal dresser. Sloppy yes but never in a dismal way. You’ll never go wrong with basics. You’ll never manage to look wrong in a plain black tee with a good cut and a pair of fitting jeans and I’m waiting for someone to prove me wrong. You might look common but no, never wrong. And sometimes, being wrong might just turn out .. unexpectedly right. You only have to look at Anna Piaggi to know. I know how you might beg to differ and proclaim that Fashion can never be wrong since it’s a right to express. But tell me honestly, have you never looked at anyone walking along the streets and think to yourself “Gee, it’s so wrong!”. I know I have and I am ashamed of it. Since I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing it doesn’t mean that others with more courage than I have shouldn’t. And that is what fashion unbiasness is about.

Who came up with what’s right in the world to wear anyway?


Anna Piaggi by The Sartorialist

This year, I have tried a little more actively to dress up. In the past and even for the most part of now, I would never bother to dress up much if it’s only for work. If I’m going out with friends after or attending some party, that’s a different story. Being in a job that allows maximum creativity and flexibility with no requirement of powersuits in the least (but draws the line at shorts), I am very lucky and should rightfully be capitalizing that right to its maximum potential. But I have not. If I know that I am going to meet very few people, I’ll not turn up in my best. I’ll probably just lug on whatever I see first in the mountain of clothes. I still don’t think it’s wrong because this method of dressing applies to possibly more than half the population living in Singapore.

People like my mother had told me repeatedly since young that it is nice to be able to dress well but it is unnecessary to if one doesn’t have the means. As long as the clothes are kept clean and tidy with no holes, we should never be ashamed to appear in them. I have always scoffed at the idea (not in my mother’s face of course unless I feel a desire to be whipped) but now that I am blogging about it, I think my mother is a more exemplary example of being more fashion unbiased than I am. Or maybe she is truly wise because Albert Einstein said the same.

If most of us are ashamed of shabby clothes and shoddy furniture, let us be more ashamed of shabby ideas and shoddy philosophies…. It would be a sad situation if the wrapper were better than the meat wrapped inside it.

I suppose that I do know inwardly that clothes do not make a flawed person more beautiful except externally just like how a beautiful face is only a pleasure to the eyes and a repulse to the soul should it come along with a mean spirit. But I’ve never been confident enough without appearing excessive because “just around the corner in every woman’s mind – is a lovely dress, a wonderful suit, or entire costume which will make an enchanting new creature of her”. Most people silently attest to the fact that fat people let themselves go even if they do not spell it out for the fear of being labelled ‘insensitive’. Yet I could see it in their eyes. And the fact that most fat people appear dowdy, unfashionable and slightly greasy strengthened that belief. You might be enraged at my generalization but I am not another stick-thin creature who rants but does not understand. I belong to the world of fat. But god knows I’ve struggled hard in order not to be another statistic to the mounting perception. The country I live in is also not very forgiving to the plus-sized. We have few alternatives to allow ourselves to dress properly, much less to wear them well. We have to shy away from the shiny windows of shopping centres and trawl the lesser known areas that sell clothes that fit and usually these clothes are meant for the aged and have no style to speak of. There are no pleats, cinched waists, form-fitting cuts, cute skirts, appropriate details, delicate tulle to speak of. Fat Fashion is synonymous to a tablecloth with a a hole for the head and two holes for the arms. I find it insulting that we are treated with less dignity so because of this pride, I cannot possibly let myself go. In recent years, we have been a lot better in this part of the world. At least, we are starting to see Dorothy Perkins which runs up to Size 20 and Topshop and Miss Selfridge which brought up their sizes from 14 to 16. Then there is New Look. Little independent stores start to carry passably fashionable items so we are in a much better shape than what would have been 5 years ago except that Dorothy Perkins, Topshop, Miss Selfridge, New Look all hail from UK and could be expensive for those who do not earn nearly enough.

Now and then, I think I’ll add in my blog some cost-saving fashion ideas for the horizontally-challenged tested by yours truly because even though we’re fat, we should not be taken lightly. We should be allowed to live well and present our best to who we are trying to impress.

People seldom notice old clothes if you wear a big smile. — Lee Mildon

Let’s start first by accessorizing with a big smile!

Never Gungho

Tuesday, May 5th, 2009

Travel Essentials
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Maybe I just have to accept that I’ll never be a gung-ho traveller.

The Green Dress

Sunday, December 28th, 2008

It hid shyly behind the other wooly, sequinned forms of its kind, ashamed of its brightness, feeling slightly vulgar and out of place. With the fact that Christmas is now officially over and moving onto the New Year, it felt even more conspicuous amidst the blacks and grays.

“Why couldn’t I be a shiny shade of black or a sophisticated colour of gray?” it thought miserably, wedging further into the racks, hoping that no one would disturb its hiding place. Sinking deeper into its own thoughts of self-pity, it hardly noticed a girl yanking it out into the spotlight. Caught in surprise and being in the dark for too long, it suddenly became dizzy and the world started spinning out of control while the girl whooped in delight, running her hands over its corseted spine, sending delicious shivers into the folds of its being.

Before it could say “Hallelujah!”, the girl clutched it tightly into an embrace and headed for the fitting room. Here it heard her whisper “Please, let me fit. Let me be able to have the choice to buy or not buy you.” For the first time, it looked earnestly at the girl. She has a mass of black hair down her back and the longest lashes ever seen, casting a fringe of shadow over her pleading eyes. It also noticed that the girl is rather plump in shape and would not fit the other svelte versions of its kind. It liked how the girl enfolds it in warmth. It liked how the girl looks at it in admiration. To a dress who felt inferior for a long time, it felt accepted for the first time.

When the girl tried to stretch into its fabric, it did its best to accomodate her but it turned out to be rather futile. The girl slid easily into it and stared at the mirror for a long time. Breaking into smiles, the girl started twirling round and round in the little enclosed space and when she finally stopped, she looked into the mirror at the green dress again.

“You are perfect.”