Monthly Archives: July 2010

Stat Threads

I’m writing under this new category which will have some droll status messages of friends, people I stalk or even those by yours truly, (if I manage to surprise myself with my wittiness) off Facebook.

My first post here is my own stat line of the day, speaking of my current state of affairs.

Madhumitha Rathnasekar needs someone to fund her retail therapy. Due to lack of sponsors, she bought herself a nail-cutter 😐

Picture from Jak & Jil, a blog I enjoy looking at.

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Pooch accessories? Pooches As accessories! :|

Just what is it that makes celebs tick at the thought of doggies as accessories? The poor, tiny canines- it’s mostly the smaller ones that are put through this torture- are tucked under many a botox-ed armpit or stuffed into designer dogbags, because they’re accessories? I’m no airhead, but I’ve never understood nor do I now. People don’t realise that dogs have pride too. We’re safe only because they don’t look at themselves in a mirror, or they’d be crying their hearts out and hurling curses at us or simply, hounds being hounds, bite a mighty chunk off us.
It’s one thing putting them into colourful, little sweaters when it gets too cold- they actually look cute and rib-crushingly squeezable in them- but making them wear fluorescent pink nail paint? Gaudy dresses that match their owners’? Colourful beads and bows in their ears? Way overboard, I’d say. Because for crying out loud, they Don’t need clothes, nor do they need those caps, shoes and tutus.
They’re meant to be cuddled and played with, in return for being our best friends, like this:

Not togged up like a Disney princess or prince for that matter!
I’ve never really owned a pooch, but I’d tell you any day, that I’d choose eyes shut, an unfussy, well-groomed, smart mongrel, over a prissily made up, snooty thorough-bred.

This is Coco, the cutest little pooch i know on earth, with me… the owner of this blog? The love we share is mutual, he adores me as much as I do him (atleast that’s what I think considering how he likes to climb up onto my lap). Now he’s starting to sound like he’s mine, so let’s put things straight before his real mistress starts fuming. She is none other than Amy of Vintage Reflection and she is as keen on him as she is on her boyfriend. All this talk about the four-legged cutsies, reminds me I miss Coco already and ought to pop over to Amy’s to play with him and his menagerie of stuffed toys!

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It was our official last day at university. I’m guessing our official last day of summer too.

As far as I can remember, all days after that started to get gloomily dark and squelchy wet, which subsequently had its fingerprints on me too, turning me from a cheerful lassie to a spiritless woman. Anyway, when I was busy wallowing in the mess that was me, I unearthed these pictures that were taken out on the afore mentioned final day of multi-cultural, productive merriment that was university.

Amy, Claire et moi were footing it out to COW Vintage Store (this is what I say we did there and this is what Amy says we did there!) when we were suddenly faced by this grande, old warehouse that was covered from ingress to egress in graffiti! The paintings were so electrifyingly colourful and before you could say “fashion blog”, Claire and Amy had whipped out their cameras (Claire had this really cute vintage one on her) and put them to use.

I think we got some really good snaps, all our outfits were colourful enough to vie with the graffiti! Mes amies were in all their vintage glory right from their oversized glares, the sweet floral dresses, down to their tan brogues. And oh yeah, there was me with my blue stripped sleeve top, skinny jeans and black shoes, I hope you’re reading this Amy, a charity shop find!

J’adore this image, the girls are rocking their newly coloured ginger and copper tresses!

For a more “fashionable” take on the day pop over to Amy’s blog, Vintage Reflection and read up!

Photographs by Amy Purfield- Clark

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Me- a Vintage Convert?

As you can see, my blog has had a face-lift, without going under the knife but by simply having a change in look. Which is exactly what was attempted on me!

After eons, I, the person who has never looked the vintage style in the eye, step into COW Vintage Store at Digbeth today, thanks to Amy (of Vintage Reflection) and Claire (of Mad Elizabeth), the avid vintage connoisseurs. I’ve always loved anything vintage, right from shoes to clothes, brooches, jewellery, bags, scarves and hats. Always loved to just See them, would be putting it in better words, never venturing to buy any though. That’s because I’m as un- vintage as there can be, with my skinny jeans or trousers paired with pretty/ quirky tops. I don’t even know what to call “my style”- I’m neither a chameleon nor a fashion victim, nor am I a jeans and tee type. (To do: Find my style!)

Image courtesy: Vintage Reflection

Anyway, maybe that was part reason we went to COW where the vintage-rians tried to “convert” me with their exceptional skills of throwing together whole outfits in seconds. This is how it went.

We march in at midday.

Claire and Amy split up, leaving me standing dazed and confused in the middle of the store.

By the time I blink my mascara-ed eyelashes a few times to clear my confusion, they’re back with an armload of clothes and accessories for me to try on. Each has 2 styles for me to take a shot at.

They usher me into the fitting room with my first outfit which is styled by Amy and it has her name written all over. I think the dress fits me well and I loved the sunflowers- reminded me of a dress I had when I was little! The belt and especially the purple (in case you didn’t know, purple is my favourite!) bag are super cute!

I change into my next set of apparel which has been put together by Claire. This is something I’ve Never tried before and you can easily see Claire’s flair running through the whole outfit right to the white accessories. The kimono-like look and hues, is a pleasant sight, indeed.

On with the next ensemble by Amy (if you haven’t realised already, they’re taking turns here). It’s a black, floral, short playsuit. I don’t think playsuits are me, how much ever I love them and want to own them.

For my last change, Claire gives me a funky print skirt and a purple top! (I guess she heard my comment on the color!) I wear the skirt really high, again something I’ve never done before, not considering the time when I was 4. I Love!

In the end, I heart the first and last styles over the other 2 because.. well, because just because! Amy, a fast rising star in the Blogosphere, will tell you more about it on her quaint blog, Vintage Reflection and hopefully she’s got a better picture to give you than me! And yeah, I’m going back to buy the clothes and make them all mine, sometime soon!

Photos by Amy Purfield-Clark

Styling by Amy Purfield-Clark and Claire Bissell

P.S.: Claire, right now, does stalls at flea markets and vintage expos under her brand Mad Elizabeth, but will very soon be opening her own store in Birmingham. There are exciting plans underway!

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low-waist or high- knee?

So I’m back after a little- longer- than- short break. Rightly so, when you have a life that’s as desirable as mine. It’s been walking… No scratch that… Galloping in triangles for the past month- between home, university and job (if you can even call that a job). My only questions now are, why are the total hours in a day, inversely proportional to the number of chores you have to squeeze into it? Why can’t shops/ banks/ eateries stay open longer? Why should my university project be grounded on this very same question “why”?

I felt I was fast becoming a victim to dementia and broke away from it all, one day. No, I did not attempt suicide. Instead, I took a vacation on the Isle of Wight (and no, that isn’t a typo). Well, anyway I’m back to Birmingham now, many grams lighter on my purse and many shades darker in my complexion. Along came my birthday and with all the surprises and gifts I got, turning a year older, actually didn’t feel bad at all! Then there was the photo-shoot a couple of days back (the pics of which have turned out amazing!) and now I’ve finally sat down to write a little something for my long- forgotten and unpampered blog.

That was when I was nosing around all the stuff in my laptop (since I still hadn’t broken out of the vacation mode and I still haven’t and just couldn’t work on my university project) and chanced upon this little picture. I don’t have the vaguest recollection as to where I found this image but I stumbled upon it, nestled within a nook in my tri-zillion or odd files I have in my faithful (but tad grubby and currently terribly disobedient) lappy.

It’s certainly amusing, but initially disgusting to see some dudes wear their pants so low, they walk like they’re going to trip over and fall flat on their face sooner or later. Ultimately, they don’t (at any rate I haven’t seen anybody go through that discomfiture. One way I’m thankful because I’m sure I’ll be mortified if anything of the sort did happen) but obviously, that doesn’t stop you from staring at them, waiting to see all the various techniques they use to simply walk, as well as hold on to them jeans from dropping off. Not to mention them appearing to be disfigured, squatter versions of us humans with extremely long torsos and short stumps for legs. So, a word of caution to all those guys who do read my blog (I don’t think there are very many) of whom, those who’ve already adapted the style of the “tightie-whitie” and those contemplating it, the preponderance of us young ladies would rather like you holding your girlfriends, than your trousers. Think well and think hard fellas!

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