Dolce & Gabbana, 70% off

Matthew Williamson at ~£250

Prada perspex sandals; Bally boots

Burberry classics (around ~£200 mark)

Church’s brogues; Aquascutum red trenchcoat

Not my bags…

ASUS Transformer tablet with Kindle App

Mulberry envelope receipt holder for £35

Sweater – Gmarket, Shirt – Uniqlo, Jeans – Radcliffe Jeans, Shoes – Pierre Hardy for GAP, Watch – ASOS, Bag – Vehla Tote Bag NIV-E
, Sunglasses –Jeepers Peepers

This was such a gorgeous day, with one of those exotic weathers that London is yet to call back… I took a day off for a trip up to Bicester Village (designer outlet village just outside Oxford) with Kit, my usual honeymoon partner, with the invitation of lovely Laura of Chic Outlet. Rosy feelings aside, I must confess that while I was putting this post together I couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment in myself…

This blog has been steadily growing in my life to a point that it now amounts to a considerable portion of my polyjuice potion (me in a bottle) Truthfully, I don’t remember when was the last time I had a pep-talk with dear old self and looked back for self improvement. I can’t help but notice that this lack of reflective thinking and letting diem be Carpe‘d while I enjoy the scenery on autopilot have somehow led me to a rather unfamiliar territory. To this day I have never considered packing a bag and arranging travel to a destination with the sole purpose of shopping, possibly for the same reason there’s very little body revealing in this blog. I don’t mean to disdain – I too like shopping – but this time I feel like I’ve gone too far and tickled the Materialism beast. I know I had plenty fun that day, but on hindsight I don’t know what road this blog is taking me and to be honest I’m rather nervous.

To Bicester Village’s defence, the pricetags are digestible and the landscape is immaculate, and if your kidney needs a Dolce & Gabbana bejewelled boots then you know where to go. Alas, the beauty of this blog is that now it has a mind of its own and despite what I write here, if a visitor is inclined to skip the reading, then my reflection on virtue & yadda yadd will simply be dissolved into bytes, but ah, c’est la pee pee.

Pants – Uniqlo, Shoes – Topshop, Bag – Furla, Nail Polish – Chanel Peridot

I’ve actually been in Warsaw since Sunday, been passing it like a true headless chicken, you know – no pecking, mostly running around. For some reason, after that Hurts post I’ve been pushing away the lace and pleates, so my luggage so far has been untouched save for these boyfriend chinos from Uniqlo I peeled off the top of the pile and black Topshop heels. The rest of the contents are being pickled and I guess when I’m leaving on Saturday all I’ll have to do is throw my cosmetics bag in, zip it up and go.

Links: Coat – Zara; Shoes, Watch & Bag – ASOS, Trousers – Uniqlo for Uniqlooks

That’s it, I’m relabelling these allergy pills to ‘Bank Holiday pill‘ or ‘the chill pill‘. Seeing how I was either K.O in any lodgeable corner or delirious when ‘awake’, they may come to use when I truly do need to BE INCONVENIENTLY SLEEPY THE ENTIRE DAY. I don’t think I realised just how heavy my head was till today, that and the number of corners one can sleep in in the flat (windowsill…). Worst thing is that the allergy pills did no deallergizing, or anti-histamining, or whatever the verb may be. Curse you, cheap pills! Anyway, thought I’d do something a little different with the outfit post/Uniqlooks. I’d put it in a jQuery slide but now I’m just entering my umpteenth sleep cycle of the day and I must oblige. Goodbyez.

Orange thing: Things that look like….

Coat – Obakki, Shirt + Trousers + Socks – Uniqlo for Uniqlooks, Shoes – Zara, Bag – Storets.com, Watch – Casio (via ASOS)

Significant Other: (Looking over my shoulder) You look so Asian.

Me: I am Asian.

Significant Other: No, I mean how you can hardly see your eyeballs in all these pics. And you look like the guy from Mulan in that orange pic…

Me: Screw you.

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You wouldn’t believe how windy it was today! It may look as though I have a few static balls rolling around in my pocket but no, I believe if I had any kind of balls I wouldn’t have troubles telling the waiter he brought the wrong order. Or wouldn’t have to pretend I’m blind when passing a neighbour in the corridor to avoid saying hello. I’M JUST SHY OKAY. This is a rather belated first instalment of this month’s Uniqlooks, and yes, their clothes alone do make me happy and grinny and all, but the truth was that as the wind was thrashing and whipping my hair around I kept thinking how funny it’d look if I tried eating a sticky toffee icecream during this all and I couldn’t stop guffawing like a moron.

Thank you Kit for the outfit shots!

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.