Saturday, February 20, 2016

Stay If You Want




Perhaps one of my worst traits is that I am highly intolerant to a lot of things (dairy not being one of them, thankfully). I didn't actually come to that realization until after I had my first job as an adult. I was in my early 20s that time. I remember being suffused with the need get out, as if my reality back then was a prison of my own making. I remember waking up, dressing up and battling the entire day with my heart at the pit of my stomach. I remember feeling stifled and lifeless, like an automaton going through the motions.  It wasn't long before I mustered up the courage to hand over my resignation, pack my things up and go home. 

A lot of people think quitting is the easiest route. It's not. In my case, it takes sheer guts and determination to admit you're not cut out for something. 

So many things have changed since then but I'm still the same intolerant person as that real world novice who cried a lot. The only difference now is that I'm old enough to embrace the decisions I'm making. If there is something I don't want in my life and is not doing anything for my personal growth, I purge it, no matter how unpopular the act is. 

I'm actually thankful I have this stubborn streak in me that refuses to settle, to be tolerant just for the sake of saving face. At least I don't go around in a state of misery.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, don't let society's expectations of you dictate how you're going to carve out your life, unless you want everyone else to be happy but yourself. Don't settle for the sake of settling. Live your life, in your own pace, with your own decisions. And if there are people in your life, no matter how long they have been in it, who are undervaluing your worth, don't be afraid to cut ties. You are in charge of what you deserve. 

PS: Have you noticed the golf theme in this outfit? 

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Take All My Money!





Dress: thrifted | Bag: Liz Clairborne | Shoes: Tutum

I spend so much money in February. Why? Because there's a month-long flea market that usually happens this time of the year as a part of my city's feast day celebration. So whenever I go out, there's just no way I can walk past the used clothing stalls and not stop and rummage. 

But that's okay because this is also that time of the year when I find a lot of vintage dresses for very cheap. Just yesterday, I managed to find a stall selling dresses for only a little over a dollar. I went a little crazy and went home with large plastic bags full of thrifted garments. This year, my haul is even bigger because I now have Olivia to dress up. Haha! 

People often ask me where I get my stuff and they'd be surprised when I tell them I thrift my clothes. It's not at all difficult for me to find the things I'm looking for because I have no competition. No one my age ransacks the vintage clothing rack and nobody seems to share my penchant for tea-length skirts. And because of that, I have a lot of untapped resources. 

A lot of people look at vintage and used clothing with disgust but not me. I find these clothes teeming with character. In fact, i find new clothes offensive. Most of the ones sold at our department stores here are made from chiffon (which i loathe with a passion) or some cheap fabric that wrinkles easily and tries so hard to be "current". And everyone shops there already so there's a huge chance you'll bump into someone wearing the exact same thing. So no, thank you. I'd take my dingy, moth-eaten vintage finds any day. 

My only problem now is closet space. I'm toying with the idea of selling some of my stuff online but with everything going on in my life right now, I'm not so sure I can keep up. 

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Through the Blur







turtleneck top, dress, beret: thrifted | shoes: Something Borrowed 

If your level of busyness is indicative of how successful you are, then I am CEO levels of successful. Man, my life is full of this and that. People seem to think that just because I work from home, I have it going easy. But no. I earn my own keep and take care of my family at the same time and it's taking a toll on me - physically, at least. It has come to a point that on my birthday, I wished for 10 hours of uninterrupted sleep instead of new things (I might have wished for extra pairs of limbs too but I'll bite my tongue). 

But with the lows come the highs. I'm all about balance, you see. I took some time off last Monday to buy food for Olivia's 2nd month celebration and sneaked this outfit shoot. I wore this only for a little less than three hours! ha! But it's a good feeling, although I've been swamped with guilt the entire time. Has any of you moms ever felt like you don't have a right to be out and about when your baby is left at home (with a sitter, of course!)? Or is that just me? Haha!

 

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