If you’d notice, you’d see that my assorted web profiles have the same photo of me in an orange dress. I wore it to a Carlsberg party and people said I looked nice in it.
There’s a story behind the dress: one day I looked through my closet and decided that I had nothing to wear to the party (of course everything else in the closet didn’t count).
I had to have something nice to wear! So I went shopping.
At Blook Subang, an Indian lady whose original gender remains unknown (to me) was manning the counter. She saw me listlessly browsing through the store items and approached me.
“Hello! What are you looking for?” she asked.
“Well,” I replied, “Something different from what I normally wear”.
Isn’t it strange how we expect shop assistants to be psychic? How the heck would she know what I’d usually wear unless she stalked me in her free time? But these small problems don’t come to mind there and then, so I looked at her as if she was to transform my life with a magical clothing piece.
“HAH COME!” She excitedly gestured for me to follow her, “I HAVE A DRESS FOR YOU, SURE CAN GET BOYFRIEND ONE!!”
I didn’t land a boyfriend that night. But I still felt good about myself and had such a great time, we can do the boyfriend snaring part another day, okay?
Still on the subject of clothes that I don’t normally wear: my friend Becky wanted to experiment with personal styling. So we went window shopping where I was her Barbie doll – minus the fair complexion, bright blue eyes, well-kept blonde hair and supermodel-like figure.
Nah, something that I wouldn’t choose for myself. But I have to admit, it looked decent on me.
See the wrinkly bits on my arms? That’s fat, in case you can’t identify it. So I’d have to wear a shawl over dresses like this.
At Dorothy Perkins, I tried this combination:
Might work if the skirt was way shorter. But nah, no go. Even the shop assistant behind me didn’t look impressed. Sorry for the messed up hair bit though it goes well with the ‘don’t want, don’t care’ look.
And two more from a boutique in Bangsar:
Not bad, not bad. But I didn’t buy any of them. Where the heck would I wear them to??
Here ends Monday’s vanity post.