Fear of the Red

I absolutely adore make-up.

It has been a very important part of me since I entered teen-hood.
I almost feel sick if I don't have make-up equipped and hardly recognise myself fresh-faced. 

One thing, I just couldn't get my head around was me with red lipstick. 

Love the look and the idea of it but for some reason, when I sport the le chic red lippy - I look like a tranny that may or may not sell his/her body to the night. 

Being my unfortunate circumstances, you can only imagine my reaction when red lips all of a sudden became the BOOM. 

I resented every lass that was able to pull it off by commenting on their photo "You look slutty". 

Yep, I was that spiteful jez-girl.

I kept on with my life though, with my boring childish nude lips. 

That is, until just the other night. 

It was like I was three years old again, I was staying with my mother duckette in Sydney and like usual, I was raiding through her goods to see if there were any that I may be interested in "borrowing". 

I came across Chanel's scorching red lippy, still fresh and glistening. 

Naturally, I had to give it a chance. 

I don't know if it was the two glasses of wine that I had earlier or if I had just finally grown up as a woman.

 

IT LOOKED BULL-SHIT HOT. 

I then went out with my blood-stained lips thinking that I was all that. 

Though this may be a very "cool blog bro" kind of post but seriously, it was like I swam for the first time. 

Congratulations are welcome. 

- A- 

Tee Pee Oh > versus < Rainbow Stylin'

Just last night, I found that the air outside wasn't as sticky or hot but crisp and had a bit of a bite to it. 

I couldn't have been happier with this, as I am the number one fan of winter fash. 

I went straight to my noble steed (yes, I happen to be living out of my car at the mo, no judgements would be appreciated) and rummaged through my "Socks Box". 

Yes, I have three boxes solely dedicated to above-knee socks, detailed ankle socks and hoisery/stockings. 

Every year I die a little inside when I have to put these boxes away. 

After fetching my very fave number i.e. over-the-knee lacey nylon socks, I located my very recent buy (a cream light but fluffy jumps in an XL to sport as a dress). 

I was over the moon to have been re-united with this temperate numbers. 

After dishing up the stated get-up, I felt that there was just something missing. 

I needed to even out the top. 

Need you say more, a hat, obvs. 

Wore my dark khaki hat with black detailing and it was like I had sex for the first time. 

So, satisfied.

Clearly, I got a bit carried away with my attire there and lost the actual point of this post. 

What I was wondering was, the fact that I have clearly lost interest in "manners" for the sake of style. 

I mean, I was wearing the above for dinner. 

How dare I even a hat on inside, at night time, let alone, at the dinner table. 

The audacity. 

My mother would see this and would do the cliche Asian thing, 

"You dishonour the famiree"

Sorry mother, but my priorities are as follows. 

1. FASHION 

2. EVERYTHING ELSE

A 4 Fashion 4EVER <3

- A -