As much as I adore fashion, I have stopped going shopping for clothes, and it feels pretty damn good to not feel the need to visit a mall for myself ever again.

I’m not sure what exactly made me remove “shopping” out of my life. I think one of them had to do with going to the H&M store on a regular day that ended up being retardedly packed. The lines for both the fitting room and cash register looked so painfully long, I couldn’t grasped the idea of why these people here were willing to sacrifice more than an hour of their time to buy a pair of pants or something. You have a closet full of clothes. Go home. Wear those clothes in your closet!

Speaking of closets, another reason is because I noticed I wasn’t wearing uh, 50% of the clothes that I already have. This is just stupid. Surely if a homeless person would ever hear me whine “I don’t have anything to wear!” when my closet is overflowing with all sorts of things to wear, they’d smack me upside my head–a well deserved smack that is. So now, I’ve been trying to give most of the clothes I rarely wear, a chance. And I’m liking it so far. It’s like getting new clothes all over again.

And the last reason is because fashion is constantly changing and evolving. I’m freagin’ sick of trying to catch up with the latest fashion trends. I just don’t care what’s hot anymore. It almost feels like buying the latest Photoshop CS software only to find out that they’re releasing a newer version of it the next week. Sorry but I can’t catch up if ‘yall keep on making new shit every day! I’m just going to ignore the world while I enjoy what I have, it may be a tad bit outdated, but at least I can finally relax.

I believe I’ve stopped going shopping for clothes for three years so far but have only shopped for myself only TWICE out of those three years. And of course, there are a few exceptions to my not-ever-shopping-rule:

1. If I plan to attend someone’s wedding, I will probably shop for a new dress if I feel like the dresses I already have are inadequat due to cultural norms or w/e (ie: When I knew I was going to a wedding in France, I made sure to buy a particular dress that didn’t scream “silly American”).
2. If it’s somebody’s birthday and I have to get a gift for them.
3. If it’s a cute purse. LOLZ.

Well, I guess that’s it. That, and perhaps visit the Goodwill once a year or something. But those three things I’ve mentioned have a purpose to them. I will go to a mall and shop if I have a purpose to buy a specific item, but to browse? I vow to never browse again.

I’m so grateful to have such a close friend who happens to be a very talented makeup artist. Jules, that friend, has once again transformed my face into something better and more tolerable to look at. She asked me to pose for most of her jewelry (she did not make them) which she plans to sell. And in return, she gave me her silvery bedazzled collar necklace (pictured top right). I love it so much!

Oy, I just love her l33t makeup skills. If only I looked like this naturally, but ey, we all know what’s really underneath it all. I don’t want to remove this face when I go to bed tonight. I just don’t.  Tears will surely run when I wash my face tonight.

The dress is from H&M. I have a love and hate relationship with it. Sometimes, I think it’s sweet and simple but most of the times, I feel like it’s too granny for my uh, youthfulness. Every time I wear this dress to work, only the 70+ women would compliment it. Which is totally adorable and all, yet I have to question my taste in fashion at the same time.

If you’re curious to check out the rest of the pictures then le Flickr is where you want to go!

So Easter Day went pretty well for me! I had breakfast with some of my closest friends at Denny’s, lots of bizarre and funny stories were shared, and I found out that I can’t read for shit. I think I ordered a “Belgian Waffle Slam” but ended up pronouncing Belgian as “Bel-gee-yum” without conscious, and well, that unfortunately caused a spew of laughter among the cruel bullies I call my friends.

Hello. I'm. Not. Real. Was. Programmed. To. Not. Look. At. Camera. Lens. Apologies.

Jules likes taking photos of me sometimes, and when she does it’s very hard for me to pose like a regular person. It’s just, how can you act normal and casual when you know a picture is being taken of you?

Anyway, I went back to Jule’s place afterwards and since she has access to purchasing wholesale accessories, she showed me a lot of incredible earrings, necklaces, hair jewelry, collar jewelry and hats. Had I known I was going to blog about this, I would’ve brought my camera and snapped the hell out of everything (and perhaps try to “take” a few things here and there). Luckily, I managed to get a few pictures from Jules’s camera.

Hair jewelry! I feel like Moonchild from “The Neverending Story”…or possibly a regular Coachella attendee.

Bitches love hair jewelry.

And a picture of us in our snazzy little hats.

That belgeeyum waffle sure was delicious.