Now this is not my usual style that you typically see posted on the blog, which isn't an entirely a bad thing. I do like to experiment with different looks, which often depends on how I'm feeling that day. It's apparent that my style has evolved somewhat. Especially since my bangs and hair have grown out quite a bit. While I'm enjoying the long hair, I'm not really digging the whole fringeless look. I don't believe it suits me or my style at the moment. It doesn't feel like me. I've stuck with it for many months now and I feel it's about time to chop them off.

 If you had asked me this when I was still in elementary school, I would have blushed a bright tomato red. I was so self conscious of the moles on my face. They were the bane of my childhood. I was often teased and told that my face would be covered with them when I grew up. There is a saying in my culture, "When a fly lands on you, a mole will appear." As a kid, I thought I was terribly unlucky to be the only one to have all these horrible flies landing on my face and leaving unwanted gifts.  Unfortunately, I grew up learning that a girl is supposed to have a flawless, spotless (acne included) face and felt like I was the only one who had these "beauty marks". I would often get told that it was such a pity - that I would be pretty if it wasn't for those gosh darn moles. A plastic surgeon's assistant even insisted I come in for a consultation to remove them! Huh, imagine that for a girl's developing self esteem.

 I wore this outfit recently to the flea market. Silly me. It was an unexpectedly sunny day and this outfit was much too warm. To say that I was just a tad sweaty would be an understatement. However, I wasn't going to let that get me down. As long as no one could see how tormented I felt inside, nothing else mattered. Luckily, I thought to bring a hat to cover up my scalp. My scalp has gotten sunburned once before and let me tell you, it was not pleasant. I've taken every precaution since to never let it happen again. Anyway, I forgot how delightful it was to leisurely stroll through each of the hundreds of stalls, perusing antiques and hidden treasures. John snagged a really nice knife. The wood handle was clean and the blade still sharp. The owner himself wasn't even sure the knife was his and ran off in search of his friend in case it belonged to him instead. I thought it was quite amusing. He returned and sold it to John for a mere $5. For a knife in such pristine condition, I had to wonder if he was in his right mind. But a deal is a deal and what a steal!

 I got myself two silk/satin scarves for just $2 each. I probably would have bought a whole box of them if I had remembered to bring cash (but realistically, I wouldn't know what to do with that many scarves anyway). Who forgets to bring cash to a flea market? Obviously, there were ATM machines around but I didn't want to have to go through the trouble to using one. And besides, it always chargesa X amount of money that I'm not willing to part with. Call me stingy but I'd rather not, thank you! Still, I had a great time simply just looking. I'm anticipating multiple trips to various flea markets this year. I'm not too sure what happened but it's been nearly a couple of years since I went to my last flea market. I used to go rather often - several times a year actually. In the future, I must remember to always eat a big full breakfast (we hadn't eaten breakfast or lunch so I was pretty much a hangry grump after a while) and lots of cash. And maybe one of those wheel-y carts cause I'll be buying loads of stuff with all the cash that I remembered to bring. (Yes, cash is very important!)

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What I wore:

Top (bodysuit): F21

Skirt: vintage

Oxfords: Miz Mooz

Hat: F21

Watch: Oasis

Photos: John & me

 While I haven't been blessed with a voluptuous body like the Greek/Roman goddesses, I certainly felt like one in this dress. I'm not one to go for cold-shoulder type dresses but I thought the flutter sleeves added such a romantic, feminine flair to an otherwise typical, sleeveless dress. I would not have noticed it otherwise and walked right past it. I would've regretted it so much. Look how beautifully it flows in the wind. Beautiful and dreamy. A deep red rose to alight the fire in his heart. And kiss me he did! Warm, hot lips melting the chill in my bones.