the poor relative

yes we do.

on the white stairway

i must be dreaming

i have missed this.

leaving in a blue bus.

Wish me luck, I'm leaving home to pursue my "dreams and all that."

oh the mayhem!

memory lane

and look what I found!

woman at work

yesterday, actually.

loops and rounds

cinnamon green tea

shipshape

guess who

tough blueberry cookie

twirl in the dark

slouch chic

under uniform

I'm under house arrest for an indefinite period of time because of an allergy I've suddenly developed. Being at home has its privileges especially after being away from it for four years. But somehow I'm not very moved to push my stylish instincts when the audience consists of just my family who thinks I'm cute even if I wore a potato sack. In fact I can imagine the gushing and pinching of cheeks if I did just that. ("anything goes as long as your hair's out of your eyes." so mama says.) Worse still are the wardrobe constraints- no jewelry or metallic elements, no synthetic fabrics, no hair removal! I'm most comfortable when my elbows are covered and my knees are exposed, but slowly and steadily I'm inching towards wearing pants again as long as they are cotton. Keeping all of the above in mind some items of my cupboard have been on rotation mode catering to my fussy needs. I feel like I'm in uniform everyday, one because I see these clothes so often in a week,two it makes me feel like I'm back in school with its restrictions and three because of the structure of most these items. I figured atleast if I sort of catalogued it I might come up with a new ensemble everyday. So here goes, a week's progress!
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winter wardrobe

on the prowl