Jacket – Zemełka Pirowska, Shirt – Courtesy of Uniqlo, Floral bag – Courtesy of Catherine Membre, Jeans – Courtesy of Levi’s Curve ID, Boots – H&M; Thank you Macku for the photos!

Someone once asked me, What would you wear on the day of the Apocalypse? to which I believe I replied…just t-shirt and jeans. Erhm, in light of this ‘outfit’, I’m just going to clarify that I do not know more than you know about the world coming to an end or not. I’m innocent, I promise!

I do think my stay in Warsaw is nearing its expiry date though, seeing that I’ve been shuffling the same corner of my wardrobe for the past few days – the same corner being the very pile of what I have on here – jeans, t-shirt and a tote bag. Actually, I feel sorry for the the beautiful liberty fabric and silk lining of the Vehla tote, it’s almost unfair to be walking alongside borderline pyjamawear. This is the second instalment of Uniqlooks for this month, but as far as real life goes, this is second degree laziness and, in essence, a giving-up of digging at all the wardrobes available in the house. My father purchased a large padlock and I’m meant to know why. They say leave the party when it’s still full but this seems to be the case of the party is over and you’re picking up and eating the fingerfood from the floor. Hopefully next time I’m in Warsaw for a stretch of 11 weeks, it will be of my own choosing.

Cape & Shoes – Zara, Coat – Mum’s Roem, Jeans – Courtesy of Levi’s, Bag – The Bridge, White silk shirt – Make Lemonade

This post is not exactly how I intended to ring in 2011 on this blog, so please work with me while I pretend 2011 is still in the horizon and this blog is that country called Republic of Procrastinica that’s about five and a half globes behind in time.

It looks like I should title my posts with more care as I did end up going into an unintentional 10-day-long Silence, as per the prediction of the previous post title. Sorry to disappoint, but the silence wasn’t induced by a bad footing in the snow and a smashing of my peabrain onto the cobblestones of Warsaw (what an enthralling image), although even if I did in most likelihood the pea would’ve survived. (Survival pea knows no danger) I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before but the curse (and blessing, somewhat) of growing up in international schools means everyone scatters after graduation; 5 years have passed since highschool and now home is basically a clean slate; shucks, sometimes it feels like starting in a new city. What I realised this time though, was that I was starting to draw on that blank page with friends made thanks to this blog. I won’t name them all, but they’ve really become people I can call ma homeys. Thank you all for saving me from perpetual laundry and dish cleaning, and thank you always for a great time.

Jacket & Cashmere scarf – Uniqlo, Sweater – Courtesy of Quiksilver, Jeans – Courtesy of Levi’s Curve ID, Shoes – Zara, Bag – Courtesy of Chanel, Watch – Casio via ASOS #teenvogue

Photos by Yu the 11-year-old again, talent-o-meter raising the roof.

Dear Diary,
I woke up today and had a swig of yesterday’s red bull to start the day fresh. There was a slight whiff of bacon burning in the house, but I think it was the neighbours roasting a pig in their snowcovered lawn again. Weirdest people ever. I shuffled down to the kitchen in my blue teddybear pjs expecting to pass the thumping music from my brother’s room and my mum’s blowdry opera, but there wasn’t a sound. The ventilation in the toilet was humming but where were my mummy and daddy? Where was my brudder? AHHHHHHH!! (wait, I skipped to the part where I put some of my brother’s cologne on…)

Is it just me, or is this always the story of December 27th after the official festivities have died? The noise of the holidays is suddenly zapped, you wake up in the Home Alone movie with everyone else gone to resume their lives and next thing there’s maple syrup and broken glass on the stairs.

Shirt – Vintage (Thru BlackLunaVintage), Top – New Look, Jeans – Courtesy of Levi’s, Shoes – Cutesygirl;
Photo (left) by Levi’s photographer, Above 2 photos by Kit (thank you!)

Event at St Martins Lane Hotel; Propeller Shirt on pic 2 – Kit

I might’ve mentioned sometime in the past that if you don’t hear from me in 5 days you might as well call the nearest morgue and check up on a recently deceased fashion blogger, shoe size 5.8 being the key information to provide for identification. Actually speaking of sizes, it must’ve taken about 15 pairs for me to realise I’m not really a size 5.5 or a 6.
Feels like all I’ve done lately is to find out every personal numbers I memorized had been wrong – bra size, eyesight digits, age… (Realised I’d been telling everyone I was 23 long before I’d even turned 23) Just over a week ago I was invited to preview the new Curve ID collection by Levi’s Jeans and to try out their revolutionary measuring technique. This gangly robot wrapped its tentacles around my shivering naked body and calculated how much of a muffin my butt area was. I kid. A harmless tape measurer-thing determined if I was a Slight Curve, Demi Curve or a Bold Curve, and because I have a wishy-washy butt I was determined a Demi Curve. So turns out I’ve been wearing my jeans too big, go me. The jeans hugged my bottom half so nicely I burst out into rainbow tears.

I moved across town – is the excuse for 10-day-long silence, prepare for post-avalanche!