I needed to cut short my work for the day to run -- literally -- to the mall to finish shopping for our company's door prizes. Tsk, tsk. I also squeezed in having some dollars changed (we have really low dollar rates these days), checking Cebu Pacific's Cebu-GenSan schedule, meeting up with one of my bestfriends Hanes for an emergency, and having dinner with my boyfriend and sister. I finally finished shopping for the door prizes, but I am exhausted and do not want to continue working for the rest of the night. But I have to because it's my job and my bread-and-butter.
And to my outfit for the day... all are thrifted except for the pair of [high-waist/tapered] pants, which was previously owned by one of my mother's cousins and is probably already 10 or 15 years old.
Top: thrifted Pants: Express, old Shoes: thrifted, P250
"Mayonnaise is mortar."Just about everything you find in a small can can be smashed, mixed with mayonnaise and something else from a little jar, and slathered on a saltine for an hors d'oeuvre. Bait-sized canned shrimp, mixed with dried chives and a squirt of lemon, is surprisingly tasty.
"Heap it up." Mom was a wicked-good cook, but when it came to parties she didn't bother with her signature Weiner schnitzel or caloric-death sour-cream pork chops. In fact, even if she was having a dinner party, she didn't cook individual dishes at all. Instead, she served a main course that could be mounded, like paella, or tubbed, like bouillabaisse or even beef stew. Side dishes invariably consisted of a loaf of steaming garlic bread and a vat of salad. Because the food was simple and cooked in bulk (though served on gorgeous, giant platters), it didn't stress her budget or tax her energy.
"Punch it up." Liquor always flowed at my parents' parties. Though Dad had once owned a bar, he rarely mixed drinks for guests. Rather, he mixed with his guests. Guests helped themselves from the huge punch bowl that held an economical solution Mom had concocted of champagne, raspberry sherbet, ginger ale and a sugary red liquid that may well have been Kool Aid. I sometimes sneaked a glass; it rocked.
"Make people play." Mom believed that adults all secretly yearned to be kids again, so she prodded people to do more than just stand around and talk. Those who weren't good at charades or singing at the piano, might be corralled into wiring greenery into a wreath or teaching one of our 21 show dogs a new trick.
"Always eat the centerpiece." Flowers were too boring for Mom. Instead, she designed vignettes, like a winter scene with snowmen made from citrus, roads from cashews and cabins from chocolate cake. An artist ahead of her time, she encouraged guests to nibble on her creations as she brought the coffee.
I put up this blog to document my "thrifting process" and along the way, I did "outfit" posts. I admit that I, most of the times, never nail that look. I know that there are always "something odd" in my outfits, and, because I, mostly live alone, I don't have anyone who can tell me what's wrong with what I'm wearing. That is the reason why I occasionally insert outfit posts in this blog -- so someone could tell me if there is anything "off" in my outfit and what that is and how I could remedy that. You know, personal style evolves. We make mistakes, we learn. :) So, if you like or don't like my outfits, you can say it -- but please be gentle. :D :D
I needed to cut short my work for the day to run -- literally -- to the mall to finish shopping for our company's door prizes. Tsk, tsk. I also squeezed in having some dollars changed (we have really low dollar rates these days), checking Cebu Pacific's Cebu-GenSan schedule, meeting up with one of my bestfriends Hanes for an emergency, and having dinner with my boyfriend and sister. I finally finished shopping for the door prizes, but I am exhausted and do not want to continue working for the rest of the night. But I have to because it's my job and my bread-and-butter.
