Remember what I said about owning 3 different versions of this dress? Well, on display for you today is her darling older sister! Sweet and demure grey with a familiar A-line shape. Scrunched cap sleeves as lovely as can be. Of course, hidden side pockets also run in the family. While not as bright and fresh as her younger sister, she's got all the charm to make up for it.

 What I love about this dress is how it cinches at the waist, which lifts the weight off my lower body. Thus, contributing to an overall more flattering look. I don't think I have a very defined waist. It's just kind of...there. Just imagine a pear and you've got it quite perfectly. I've learned long ago that anything that accentuates the waist is key for me. But sometimes, during those particular days, I just want to wear babydolls or shift dresses - essentially look like a blob because I feel like a blob. And that's okay, too. I don't think I could bear stuffing my bloated belly into a fitted A-line dress anyway!

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What I wore:

Dress: H&M

Bag: ASOS

Flats: Corso Como

Photos: John & me

 As I type this, my right index finger is resting snuggly inside a DIY splint that I made. What in the world happened? Well, let me just simply say I received a nasty, deep cut right at the second knuckle. I won't go into details as to how it happened because it was rather gory. Let's just say 8 hours later, I was still bleeding. But that's because I kept forgetting and moving so it would reopen, So, now it's in a splint! Typing is rather cumbersome now so I won't write much today.

 And as the title indicates, it still feels very much like summer here while the rest of the world is already experiencing beautiful autumnal weather and colors. So, wearing this H&M chambray dress felt quite appropriate. I've had it for over 5 years and liked it so much that I got it in 2 other variations - both equally as old! Perhaps I'll feature them in the next posts.

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What I wore:

Dress: H&M

Sandals: New Look

Bag: ASOS

Photos: John & me

 I went with an entirely different look with this outfit. It just screams 90s to me. But my eyes could be defective. You can be the judge of that. While I don't think I can pull off the iconic chokers and brown/mauve lipstick and still look like myself, I feel like one of those women in the old karaoke vinyl records my parents used to play when I was smaller. I find myself cringing at the thought of it.  The videos themselves were incredibly cheesy but they sure do bring back lots of fond memories. Not sure if anyone will understand but if you do, more power to you!

 Some days we find ourselves chasing after the last rays of sunlight with our hearts beating rapidly against our chests, wondering if we'll make it in time. And when we do, it's simply the best feeling. But we can't relax for long. Eyes scout out all the possible locations and lips paint the scenes. Sometimes it always doesn't work out and we just shoot continuously, hoping the bullet will hit dead center. Time is so precious during these moments, but I love it.

 Looking at this skirt, you'd never know it was once a maxi skirt with awful, tacky looking frills at the hem. I had purchased it many years ago during a sale at H&M during the holidays. Not sure if any of you would recognize it now. Makes me kick myself for not doing a before picture, but you'll understand soon enough. I love a good sale (and you know I can't resist floral prints) so I figured I'd just cut off the frills and fix the hem myself.

 Well, I did cut off the hem, but it wasn't until recently that I got around to hemming it. By this time, much of the fabric had horrendous fraying (they looked like tassels) and I had to cut all that off. Maxi skirt no more! I honestly think knee-length skirts are very flattering for us shorties. And really, it didn't take very long to sew the hem. No more than 10 minutes max. I really don't know why I put it off for so long. Remind me to kick myself again. I could have been wearing it all this time!

 As I walked hand in hand with my loved one, the soft, warm glare of the setting sun in front of us, I heard the unmistakable sound of crumpling metal high up on the bridged freeway. I let go of his hand, eyes wide open, trying to identify the scene of the accident over yonder. But I could see nothing. And soon enough, the cloying smell of burnt rubber wafted over to us. How fragile everything seemed then.