Busy

Shirt: Padini (Similar here) | Pants: Chicnova | Shoes: Topshop (Similar here) | Clutch: Sportsgirl (Similar here)

 Spiked bracelet: Pop up shop (Similar here) | Skull bracelet: Butler & Wilson | Ring: Jessica Buurman 

So after working for over three years in my current position, the time has come for me to broaden my horizons. I’ll be moving to another department within the company to take on a different marketing portfolio to learn a different side of the business and get more on-the-ground experience.  Doesn't that just sound so grown-up???

The only reason why I’m bringing this up is because it’s likely going to impact my blog a little. Judging by the various emails I’ve seen flying around, as well as my new boss’ description that the team is only ‘busy’ or ‘busier’, I think I will a) be really busy and not have much time to blog b) be really busy and not have time to dress up c) be really busy so I turn into an old hag and feel embarrassed to capture that on camera. 

Nonetheless, I’m excited about my new role, I feel like I’m the kind of person who needs to be really busy and constantly juggling things, so I’m kind of pleased about all this. I will absolutely try my best to keep up with the blogging but it might take a little hit. Which is probably going to be good for the regular readers since I can be super annoying so maybe less is more eh? 

Thanks for reading!

Oops I did it again

Top: Smooch the Label | Skirt: Kate Spade (Similar here) | Shoes: River Island (Similar here) | Bag: Celine (Similar here)

Sunglasses: Pieces | Earrings: Vintage (Similar here) | Bracelet: Old (Similar here) | Ring: Vincci (Similar here)   

So it would appear that I may have worn this top backwards, but I'm not feeling too bad about this simply because I'm pretty sure I've made worse mistakes than this and also I think it looks fine and at least I ain't flashing.

Certain moments in my life spring to mind which make me cringe but also serve to remind me about how far I've come (I hope). Unfortunately (or fortunately?) I didn't always take a lot of pictures so I don't have all those moments recorded but here are some of the ones I've found. I guess it would actually make more sense to destroy the images rather than put them online for all the world to see for eternity but since I'm a masochistic idiot, here ya go...

My balance is still terrible

Granted these were my PJs and I was in my apartment in Montreal... But this was taken when a guy I was trying to impress came over with some friends to make pancakes for breakfast. Although I guess I can say I wasn't trying too hard to impress so that makes me cool right? But look at those glasses. And the hair. And the overall vibe. Just. No.

Bali babe

This was in Bali, I cropped my aunt out because I'm not sure if she'd want to be shown next to such a hideous troll. This was in my 'sporty' phase so I wore a lot of cheap board shorts and white tees. This was totally my uniform. Plus that hair. I look like a re-fried Justin Bieber.

So shiny.

My door bitch days involved a lot of sparkle. I look like an extra in a low budget rendition of some musical that's never gonna make it to broadway.

This is like that scene in The Shining but not on purpose

Pic from here

I only recently chucked out this dress and my friends asked me, 'when would you even wear this??' because it's so tight and so short. Skank alert! There should have been an axe of common sense and dignity crashing through the door to get at me.

Bridge troll

I was in Bintan so beachy dress + leggings to keep the mozzies away. Or maybe because it was basically sheer under light. Hip belt because those days it was all about the hip belts and it gave me a balloon effect so I looked like a marshmallow stuck on two sticks.

A lot of 'why?' in this.

I look like the cross between a clown and a mime. I wore these suspender pants all the time like they were going outta style. Too bad for me, I didn't realise they were NEVER in style. 

This photo is not cropped.

This had to be one of my worst. I don't have a full length photo but imagine this pattern but it goes all the way down to my ankles ending as a jumpsuit. A shapeless tube jumpsuit that cinches around the ankles. In this pattern. I once wore it and my mom asked me whether I was going to get dressed because she thought I was still in my PJs. I wore it out and my classmate wrinkled her nose when she saw me which conveyed the notion of 'what on this glorious earth have you chosen to wear???'. Also, if you are wondering why I have a photo of my chest... I do not know. But in this series of photos taken, I have 2 other photos of my friends' chests. Just their chests. I might have been a pervert.

Okay, gonna go hide in shame now. Thanks for reading!

The best stories in life are disgusting

Top: Easton Pearson (Similar here)

Skirt: Alexander Wang (Similar here)

Groovy back yeah?

Bag: Gift from Wens (Similar here)

Rings: Lovisa/Gift from Wens (Similar here and here)

Sunglasses: Ray Ban | Necklace: Gift from Diane (Same here)

Shoes: Aldo (Similar here)

I love shoes. But I hate my feet. I don't know but I think toes look really weird and stumpy and alien.  I hate the veins on my feet (especially the left foot! Thank goodness for caged booties that block all the nasty.) But most of all, I hate my toenails. 

When I was working in events, I was busy running around wearing the most gosh darn uncomfortable brogues ever (they're from Aldo and I still have them but I don't wear them at length because ouchy) and the pressure applied to my big toes left them bruised. Ultimately, both the big toe nails died and fell off and it took forever to grow them back. 

To add insult to injury, my right big toe nail decided to go get some unholy fungus which has left me with a discoloured toenail (It's yellow, wanna see a pic?)

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Ok I decided to not post a picture of my disgusting toenail because it's so gross I just gagged.

Anyway, I didn't do anything about it because I'm supremely lazy and I just covered it with nail polish and pretended that it wasn't happening. But it was, and when the manicurist told me that my toe nail might fall out, I freaked out. It took me forever to grow it back, seriously. Not again. So I went to Sephora and spent like $42 on a magical potion (OPI Fungus Fix) that should make the fungus go away in 2-3 weeks with consistent application and also make that fungus turn into a unicorn that serves me juice (for $42 bucks I think that's only fair). 

Next fix: Unicorn with juice

I know I've had your rapt attention. Suffice to say, I will share with you the progress of my disgusting feet whether you want it or not. Thanks for reading!

Lean, mean, fighting machine

Top: Smooch the Label

Skirt: Zara/ Gift from Manman (Similar here)

Earrings: Vintage (Similar here) | Shoes: Aldo (Similar here)

Sunglasses: Karen Walker | Ring: Twentyeight Lane | Bag: Gracious Aires (Similar here)

I put these photos in a draft state for a while and then decided to come back and blog it. Upon second look, I feel like I look kinda... large? I'm not saying I'm fat, but I definitely think I could tone up a little. 

When I was in early secondary school, I had a body image disorder which made me go crazy about what I ate and how much I exercised. This was the typical Alex experience:

1. I would look in the mirror and see my flaws and get depressed
2. I'd exercise like a mad person (I jogged 3 or 4 times a week, swam the other days, and did 400 sit ups daily)
3. Starve myself (I once only allowed myself to eat an apple a day)
4. Get hungry like a mofo and binge
5. Feel bad
6. Repeat

 In high school in Canada, that morphed into calorie counting and I would keep a food journal of all the things I ate, then feel bad about it. Also, it was really cold so I ate A LOT of chocolate muffins so you can imagine my guilt.

I can't recall how I snapped out of it but I think it was a combination of growing up and starting to like myself a bit more. (Who am I kidding? I LOVE MYSELF!)

Anyway, now I'm all for eating clean but giving myself some allowances, exercising regularly and not sweating the small stuff. Although seriously, I look kinda large in these photos, right???

Thanks for reading!

The gift

Shirt: Uniqlo (Similar here) 

Skirt: Junya Watanabe (Similar-ish here)

Belt: Hermes (Similar here) | Shoes: Vincent Camuto (Similar here)

Bag: Prada (Similar here)

Sunglasses: Coach (Similar here) | Earrings: Vintage (Similar here)

Ring: Vintage (Similar here)

Continuing my streak of shiny with this fancy skirt with an equestrian themed print on it because it looks like the fanciest wrapping paper this side of Singapore. Santa says you've been good this year and so I'm your present. Unwrap with care. BOOM. And just like that I've managed to make your Christmas just a little bit grosser. MUAHAHAHAHAHA.

Speaking of Santa, I hope the old guy got my emails. I don't want to sound spoiled or anything but my wishlist has been growing with no resolution. Like seriously dude, where in the world is the Chanel bag I asked for? How about that winning lottery ticket with my name on it? And WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BUTLER NAMED JEEVES WHO IS EXCEPTIONALLY TALENTED IN THE CULINARY ART OF FRENCH TOAST MAKING????? HUH????? Look Santa, don't make me come down to the North Pole and punch an elf.

Oops, I guess I've sunk to a new low threatening to punch a little magical person for presents. I might be in the naughty list again, dammit. Thanks for reading!

Non-pervert flashing

Dress: Marcel Marongiu (Similar here) | Bag: Gracious Aires

The back has a cool drapey effect... wait for it...

BOOM! Drapey effect!

Sunglasses: Nasty Gal (Similar here) | Necklace: Lovisa (Similar here) | Ring: Butler & Wilson (Similar here)

Shoes: Derek Lam

One more embarrassing story to add to my ever increasing repertoire.

I was walking down a flight of stairs at Chinatown Point, my foot slipped and I fell down the stairs just as three women were coming towards the staircase in my direction. All three swooped in to my rescue like Charlie's Angels, and with the appropriate 'oh no's' and 'aaahhhs', they asked me if I was okay. In my embarrassment, the first thing I blurted out was 'oh no! I'm so sorry I totally flashed my panties at you!'

While they were more concerned with helping me up and ensuring I hadn't broken anything, I was really flustered and kept saying sorry for flashing them and telling them how embarrassed that made me.


Anyway, if I hadn't been so busy apologising for being panties-ahoy, I would have thanked the angels more for their help. They were all so caring and reassuring and it made me feel a lot less embarrassed. So whoever you three are, thank you for picking me up and lying that you didn't see my nethers because I know you totally did.

Thanks for reading, and if you're wondering, I am okay except for a bruise on my butt and some embarrassment because I can wear some awesome strappy heels but I guess I can't walk in them.

Be mine, lover, won't you be mine?

This is one of my shoe cabinets. It is messy and the colour in the picture is awful but....

... HUMBLEBRAG!!! Ok not really, I'm flat out bragging because I have so many shoes!! Wheeeeee!!!!

Craziest pairs of shoes in my cupboard, both are from Irregular Choice, purveyor of the ugly-cool

From Beverly Feldman, probably my favourite pair because they've got a happy memory attached to them

It's pretty obvious to anyone who knows me that I have a raging shoe addiction. I haven't counted how many pairs of shoes I own but I think it's around one hundred or so (which isn't really that much compared to Hollywood stars, Jamie Chua or Imelda Marcos but I guess for a regular office lady it might be a biiiiit much) I used to work in nightlife so I used to buy tons of skyscraper heels with various bits and bobs hanging off them giving my shoes the added capability of being used as weapons (I do love studs, referring both to metal and hot men).

As I've aged (groan), my feet have decided to punish me for my years of high heel wearing and now I struggle to wear anything above 3 inches - my feet spasm and then go on strike. So it makes me terribly sad when I see shoes that I love love love but know that I can't practically wear.

Like these babies:

Be mine?

I love Sophia Webster designs but this is too much for my ol' footsies to manage. Oh, and also because they are selling these on Net-A-Porter for approximately S$1200 which is totally affordable if I don't feel like eating for 2 months or so. That's quite the diet plan I've got there.

Thanks for reading, no selfies today because I'm still jetlagged. BTW, I'm going to be using that as an excuse from now on. For EVERYTHING. 

Ciao for now

Top: Twinkle by Wenlan (Similar here) | Skirt: Love Bonito

Bag: Gracious Aires (Similar here) | Shoes: Keilana Skye

Bracelet: Similar here | Ring: Similar here

Earrings: Vintage hand me downs (Similar-ish here)

 Bad news for my regular readers (yes, all three of you): I won't be posting for about a week because I'm going to be in New York attending my sister's New York wedding. Much like Paris Hilton who celebrated one of her birthdays in a cross-country mega bash, my dear sister Mousie will be having two weddings. She is fancypants.

The good news though, is that I'll be back in about a week with a smorgasbord of a post complete with wedding pictures, New York sightseeing pictures, pictures of me devouring my Shake Shack burger, poser pictures of me pretending that I was there for New York Fashion Week and all sorts of cross-continental ridiculousness that spills out of my brain. Oh, and hopefully some new outfits to show off in the coming weeks.

Thanks for reading, till next week or you can follow me on instagram @alexwearsstuff if you want to follow more daily hijinks (you totally should).