For nothing less than five minutes I just stared blankly on my screen, completely clueless of what to type. Apparently I still haven't figured it out yet because I am just blabbing about how unzipped my mind is. It made me think, why in the world did I start making this blog in the first place? Actually, I never put so much thought in the making of this blog. It's just one of those things that simply happened -- random thought that birthed into something greater than I ever imagined. I love fashion (duh!)... those are the first three words that come out of my mouth whenever somebody asks me about my blog. More often than not, there's no other words that follow my big three words, just period and my so-what-do-you-care look. It's not a mean look, I promise. But I think that's enough, I really don't owe anyone explanation unless it's the owner of Blogger who's intending to cancel my account due to a rare case of chronic blog boredom. I hope not.
Well, I'm NOT really the kind of girl who knows everything about fashion. Not even half. Trust me, there are more designer names that I can't correctly pronounce than those I can say without getting my tongue twisted. (Seriously, why can't they change their names into something tongue-friendly? C'mon make our lives way easier!) I am not even familiar with all the technical terms these "fashion" people use. What is this thing called? What kind of fabric is this? What kind of red is this? What the hell? As long as I look and feel good in it, I really don't care. Okay, if there's one thing I care about aside from looking and feeling good about the garment, it's the price. Nothing more. I am NOT someone who watches Project Runway religiously and feel like I can totally carry out a substantial conversation with Karl Lagerfeld about next season's collection. I am NOT someone who faithfully subscribes Vogue magazine since I was in my mother's womb and feel like I can totally take over Anna Wintour (if that's the way to go, I am totally qualified). But the thing about fashion is, it's beyond technicality. It's something you feel, something you see, and something you know is right.
Now enough about my senseless ramblings and onto sharing another outfit. If you like what you see, feel free to channel your inspiration. If you don't, just don't tell me having a red overload is a fashion no-no when Valentine's Day is past over. Because there's no such thing.
I don't need to post this next photo but I have a feeling that I have to. I really don't do make-up like the really major make-up other girls do on a daily basis. But I can't live without mascara. Never. That's all I need. And a lip gloss. Just that. I really feel naked without it. If you happen to feel the same way, tell me! It's nice to know I'm not the only one walking in this planet feeling naked whenever I have no time to put on a mascara and/or lipgloss.
Since I have to go to church, I need a cardigan. Even though I kinda think it doesn't look right. I really don't believe that fashion have rules. If it does, then it must be broken into million tiny pieces right now. You can put on clothes in whatever pattern, color, texture, etc. you want. Wear whatever makes you feel better...as long as it won't compromise you as a person.
Posted by Betina Ross Idnay at 1:03 AM