Monday, February 23, 2015

It's where my demons hide!

That day started with dressing up to unleash my romantic side, but ended up unleashing a demon instead. Lil did I know at the start of the day that I am going to end up on the other side of the spectrum. 

Just a sec before I was to step out, I stopped for the habitual last glance at myself in the mirror. That's when I saw what started to eat me up inside, I couldn't turn away now, my heart started pounding. I have just seen something that no women should ever see in her lifetime, those wrinkles on forehead. Now all I could see were wrinkles, nothing else but wrinkles. Not willing to waste another second, teary-eyed I turned to my very loving husband and said, 'I am not fine baby'. He gently asked, 'what happened, fever?' I gathered whatever amount of energy left to utter those words that we don't say out loud(old saying that demons come true if you call out for them), I said, ' I have wrinkles, dark circles, frown lines, I am getting old'. And, just when I thought my partner would hug me and calm me down, he said, 'Honey, you've always had them'. I was numb, this wasn't the answer I expected, my head started processing what he must have meant, did he mean I've always looked old or did he mean I haven't grown any new wrinkles?
Though, I knew he meant that I don't look old or whatever, but, I was far gone by then. Coming to terms with our wrinkles is not what we are taught. No one tells us what would it be like to feel our skin losing its glow. We take this journey all by ourselves, one wrinkle at a time. However, I am far from ready yet! Would I ever be? Nopes, never.

Coming to the look(high time!), I went for an all-white look to create a blank canvas, added hints of floral power with my scarf, DIY pouch and my light weight pink cardigan. The necklace has hints of blue and pink color that added details in just the right amount. I usually match my tops with my bottoms to create an illusion of height, just heels don't do it enough for me.

Have you noticed a wrinkle too or am I the only one aging? Is there any magic potion I could try?
Spaghetti crop top :Forever 21 | Skirt, Scarf - SN Market, Delhi |  Cardigan - Platinum Mall, Bangkok | Shoes : Zara | Bracelet, Neck let - Forever 21 |

Monday, February 16, 2015

Tough love or soft hate?

Stop! Take a break, sit in front of the mirror and take a good look at yourself, what do you see in your eyes? Tough love or Soft hate? If you find yourself somewhere in between, you need a wake up call. Lets look for Morpheus, now!
Agghhh! We all go from loving ourselves one day to hating the next. We all feel different everyday, some days we feel beautiful, some days we want to change it all. However, with all work and no play schedules, we mostly end up feeling nothing, nada, zilch. We need time to process what we feel, express it in some form. The easiest way to be yourself is to start dressing up for yourself. Show some tough love honey.
Dressing up for work is a boring task, if its only plain Jane kind. Think again cause its not what you have bargained for. Break the monotony, let your alter ego make some noise. Don't do fashion to look good, do it to feel good and you'll see how few wrongs could make one right.
Here is my version of a rebellious work look. Baby-pink cropped top, grey plaid skirt, black anti-fit blazer, a bow-tie on no-collar; they all tick the red boxes in your work wardrobe when separate, but, tick one big green box when put together.
You don't need someone else to pull you out of your misery, a lil cry for help needs a listener, but, you yourself should be the first one to respond to it. Don't let hate get in the equation, throw in some tough love and it all gets better, nothing lasts forever. Try some retail therapy, there is nothing that a new dress and a new pair of shoe can't cure.
Crop top, Blazer, Sunglasses : Platinum Mall, Bangkok| Skirt : Bershka | Shoes : Zara | Bag : Stella toes | 




Saturday, February 14, 2015

Valentine's be like, 'Two peas, one pod'!

 Though I am taking a break from my signature one-piece dresses this valentine's, but, definitely not from Red.  There is no other color that could breathe as much passion and love as Red does, so, I am going old school, unless you convince me otherwise,  I have my deaf ear on.
This date I am getting more edgy, the world cup is starting too, I've got to get my tough girl vibe out and keep my girly side on a low down. If not legs, it got to be abs, but, something got to show. Cropped tees make me take pride in my well toned abs, though I do nothing to maintain them, but, I've got them and I'll show them. I settled for matching separates, love the combo cause they come together as if they were meant to be one, just like me and my husband. 

A neck-let with layering details and aqua hints is to break the monotony lead by Red. Edgy ear cuffs and my reflective sunglasses are worthy of all the attention, my bae should have a hard time focusing on the match, we cheer for opposite teams after all.



Sunday, February 8, 2015

The day I was Queen!

If dressing like a milady is a crime, I plead guilty of it, but, so is being born in the wrong era. The feeling only grows stronger with the visual delight in shows like Downtown Abbey, Mad Men, Agent carter and a few more. I am one of those who admires vintage style, but, prefers a modern interpretation. My obsession for vintage fashion makes me feel that I don't belong here, would give up anything to get transported back to a place where dressing whimsical was a way of life.
This look started with my Burberry bag, poor thing has been collecting dust in my closet far too long, got extended to my fur cape(almost a shrug), then came the skirt and soon it took a turn that left me crushing over this look so much that I couldnt sleep for a week straight, cause I thought what if the weather becomes warmer and I look like a fool in fur. But, my good karma came to my rescue with a colder day and I pounced on it like a hungry tiger on meat. Though, I was shivering by the time we wrapped the shoot, but, least did I care. 'I did it', I said out loud to my inner diva. 

The fur cape and the statement necklace are the lead attention gainers, the nude tone of my pleated petticoat style midi skirt(which was an oversized maxi dress originally, but, few changes before it settled for a high waisted skirt on me) paired up with a basic cropped spaghetti top just plays along. Have I mentioned the scarf yet? Darling, it was love at first sight. What a perfect color for indulging into light layering, as if the print wasn't an excuse enough.

Its very unlikely for you to not feel like a queen when all that power(read: Po-fur) is resting on your shoulders, be it faux!