sunday best

Are you confused? You should be. I'll bet that you're sitting at your computer, staring at this screen, your eyebrows furrowed. "Why," you ponder, eyes squinting in utmost confusion, "is this titled sunday best? For it is not Sunday."

Well, friends, that was my meager attempt at READING INTO YOUR MINDS (success! duh.). (And if you weren't confused, then YOU ARE NOW.) (Success! Yet again! Double whammy!) Also, since I read into your minds and discovered your confusion upon seeing the words "Sunday best" (i.e. title), then I will clear the air for you because I am just SUCH a delightful human specimen.

1) This outfit was worn on Sunday. (But that is "neither here nor there" as my sister occasionally says (which I find rather bizarre))
2) "Sunday Best" came to mind whilst wearing this outfit.

Now there's something about wearing a "pretty outfit" that's strikes me as seemingly bizarre... I feel like I should ROUGHEN 'ER UP. You know? A leather vest... Black boots... A gun? (Or, you know, maybe a leather vest and black boots would have sufficed...)


I guess there's something about "pretty" seems unnatural. Probably relates to the whole model-off-duty rough and tough trend going on. But something about trying to tie a black leather belt with this pretty yellow seemed even more unnatural. In conclusion, my inner Oprah has been released: Ladies, it's OKAY to dress up in pretty colours and pretty clothes! It doesn't matter if everyone around you is in ripped shorts and leathah vests!


Have fun with fashion and wear what you like! Like big, obnoxious sun hats... (Awwww. How much should I be Oprah's replacement? We're basically TWINS.)


Oh and I look pregnant below. What? Why would you say that? That's rude! I'm not! The pose was merely devised to showcase all detailed elements of my outfit! OKAY?! But I feel like a Juno quote would be appropriate in light of the whole "pregnancy" vibe I've created... "So what's the prognosis, Fertile Myrtle? Minus or plus?"



So happy to finally get pretty pictures at the park downtown. I go there practically daily when the weather's decent (a.k.a. not-so daily due to the weather isn't that decent due to the EXTREME HEAT (but whatever, I'm not bitter or anything...)). I always bike there, but the famjam decided to party it up there with me (by "party," I mean "read"). Can anyone spy my mother and her first appearance on the blog? Brownie points if you do!



Reading the Kite Runner for summer reading. I'm not even a quarter through and it's been amazing. Any other book suggestions, friends? I want to get into reading again because it's 1) good to cultivate the mind and 2) I look artsy and yeahhh and whatever. (Attempt at irony with jock-ish voice. Fail.)



"Fashion is there to be enjoyed, to be indulged - to wow in. Don't save it for Sunday best only. Get it out of the tissue paper and be sensational every day." - John Galliano


(Dress - Vintage/ Consignment $12, Blazer - Thrifted $1, Hat - Thailand, Pink Bow Belt - H&M, Blue Belt - Thrifted, Shoes - Singapore)

P.S. My life is OBVIOUSLY void of excitement. Why would I say such words, with particular emphasis on "obviously"? I got formspring. So now is your time to ask your burning questions and/ or profess a mushy gushy love letter that you're too shy to say to my face! (Hey now, a girl can dream...) But really. Even a "what's your name?" would suffice in making me feel kewl enough to 1) get to answer a question and 2) spell "cool" like "kewl." AW YEAH BABY.