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 -

Chains are Change

I like to think that nobody can affect the way I dress. 

But, I really believe that it is almost imposs for one to not be influenced by another with the way they present themselves. 

I happen to have a man-pal who I often share a bed with, attend events as each other's plus ones and "cuddle" in times of self-loathing and stormy weathers. 

This dude is a bit of a big deal. 

Let's keep him anonymous simply for gigs. 

Okay, so geting off topic. 

I have been hanging foul with this gent for around a year now and as much as it is hard to admit - he has affected the way I dress. 

Before subject A made his significant entrance to my life, I was all about grungey dark almost-offensive attires. 

Leather - check. 

Far too many chains and bedazzlments. 

Blue black hair. 

ONLY monochrome. 

Lace and Layers even on a scorcher of a day. 

This may seem a tad wankey, but I like to think that I nailed the stated items as an outfit. 

Approx at March 2012, I found myself in a bright blue bodycon mini-skirt. 

This caused quite the stir in my household. 

My two male roomies were beyond gobsmackled with my unusual choice of colour scheme. 

As months passed by, the threads became brighter, less noisey and pretty damn femmy. 

Yup, I turned gay and soft. 

Even Subject A stated, 

"I like how you wear colour, I think it means you're in love" 

GROSS.

But perhaps I am guilty as charged. 

I feel wrong to be in funeral attire now and feel plain uncomfy. 

As much as I miss my old grunge, street style steez. 

I have this huge affection towards bright pinks and yellows now. 

Fantastic. 

Peter Pan has finally grown up. 

- A -

Excuse Me but I am a Total Dork

I wore overalls just last night.

I felt that this was a blogbog worthy get-up choice.

You never realise when you're smaller, but, booooooy, life is so much better in a pair over-alls.

Okay, so I completely understand that isn't my best piece but hear me out.

I wore over-alls.

A 26 year old Asian woman.

Just casually, like it was nobody's business.

That is kind of a huge ordeal.