BLACK DRESS, WITH THE TIGHTS UNDERNEATH.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Yesterday I went shopping with my family for a formal dress to wear to my cousin’s wedding two weeks from now. Not that I don’t have any dresses, but my parents just don’t think my cheap-o bargain buys make the cut for a wedding. It’s a WEDDING hello. And I’m the family of the bride. Have to look good at the VIP table. :) And mark you, my dad would NEVER allow me to dip into shops like Miss Selfridges, TopShop or Warehouse on a normal basis. Too expensive. Sure I can buy all the dresses I like but they can’t come from there. I’d feel guilty anyway. He allowed it, just this once, because it was my cousin’s wedding. SO THIS WAS A ONCE IN A LIFETIME OPPORTUNITY TO MAX OUT MY DAD’S CREDIT CARD :D (He drew the line at Christian Lacroix though. Bother.) Anyway having gone through Warehouse, TopShop, Miss Selfridge etc. (and having a bunch of fun with my sister while at it :] ) I found two awesome possum dresses in Dorothy Perkins. This is the first one – soft, loose material that I really LOVED. But my dad didn’t think it was formal enough and I agreed. So I had to let this one go. :( 
But it was nice anyhow. THIS dress is the one I fell in love with. Because I suddenly discovered I have a taste for vintage. Think Audrey Hepburn. 
Plain, black and simple, with a nice big bow on the right shoulder. IT WAS SO NICE EVEN MY PARENTS LOVED IT. :D But you can see it looks a bit big on me right. Cause it was a size 8. I’m a size 6. It was ONE FREAKING SIZE too LARGE. And they didn’t have any size 6s in stock. So we checked with the cashier if any stores anywhere stocked a size 6 anymore. THEY’RE SOLD OUT EVERYWHERE. EXCEPT FOR GURNEY PLAZA. D: I was so keen on the black dress I actually asked my dad if I could get the family in Penang to buy the dress and keep it there for me till I got there in two weeks time but he shut me down. And yeah, I don’t think my aunt would be too happy doing that, what with the wedding on her mind. THE DRESS. D: I looked at a lot more stores but the dresses were either not to my liking, or (more often) NOT IN MY SIZE. They were always size 8 and above. And this isn’t the first time it’s happened. Is there some high street store discrimination against petite girls? How come all the nice dresses are all size 8 and above by the time I get to them? So DON’T EVEN complain to me about how you’re jealous of my small petite frame because IT IS NOT A BOON, IT IS A BANE. Why? BECAUSE THE NICE NICE EXPENSIVE STORES NEVER STOCK ANYTHING IN SIZE SIX. D: Be HAPPY that you’re not a size six! Because you’ll get to wear expensive dresses! They’re always stocked in everything EXCEPT SIZE 6!!!!!!!!!! So my sister got her dress (from Selfridge’s) AND her shoes done that day but I went home empty handed. And FYI, my sister’s taller than me, so she makes a size 8. And I was the one who found the dress for her and suggested she try it on. And now she has a dress, and I don’t. Gross injustice I tell you. THE DRESS. D: I was moaning about it all the way back. My brother says he’ll shoot me if I breathe a word about THE DRESS again. But who listens to an eleven-year-old squit like him? THE DRESS. D: I’m heartbroken. Do not talk to me. … I just realized something!! You know what this means? I GET TO GO SHOPPING NEXT WEEKEND. AGAIN. :D 
INTRODUCING
Name: Louise
13 April 1992
You can only call me Lulu if you don’t think the name’s funny.
I am a member of the Smiley Conspiracy and a proud ex-CHS-ian, graduating class of 2009. Now doing A-Levels at HELP University College. Is proudly Malaysian, but doesn’t look like it and is proud of that too.
This is the 7th time I am editing this about section of the blog this year; I have sort of accepted that my personality is ever-evolving, ever-changing, therefore rendering my moods as volatile as the weather. But just as there are some things that have stood untouched across the centuries by harsh weather, so there are some things with me that remain ever the same: a belief that to live is to learn, and the ability to bounce back from setbacks.
What I love also remains constant. I love good food, dancing, fresh experiences, open minds and friendly people, all of which can be found in the wonderful wonderful city that is Istanbul. I love musicals, plays, good books, stickers, owls, colourful wrapping paper, hugs and kisses, chocolates, almost any music from the 17th to the 21st century, intense debates and post-it notes.
Fictional characters I have been compared to (in terms of personality) are Piglet from Winnie The Pooh and Kelsi from High School Musical.
I dream of finishing this list [29/8/2010: list is undergoing revamp!], and my secret ambition is to become a hairdresser or bartender. Unfortunately I’m also incredibly kiasu, so I’m going to go to university just to show everyone that I can. But want to go to uni also because I love learning lah!
Words that describe me are impulsive, impetuous, quixotic, sanguine, quirky, bewildered, kiasu and hodgepodge. The last one also refers to my sense of fashion.
*GRINS* :D
BLACK DRESS, WITH THE TIGHTS UNDERNEATH.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Yesterday I went shopping with my family for a formal dress to wear to my cousin’s wedding two weeks from now. Not that I don’t have any dresses, but my parents just don’t think my cheap-o bargain buys make the cut for a wedding. It’s a WEDDING hello. And I’m the family of the bride. Have to look good at the VIP table. :) And mark you, my dad would NEVER allow me to dip into shops like Miss Selfridges, TopShop or Warehouse on a normal basis. Too expensive. Sure I can buy all the dresses I like but they can’t come from there. I’d feel guilty anyway. He allowed it, just this once, because it was my cousin’s wedding. SO THIS WAS A ONCE IN A LIFETIME OPPORTUNITY TO MAX OUT MY DAD’S CREDIT CARD :D (He drew the line at Christian Lacroix though. Bother.) Anyway having gone through Warehouse, TopShop, Miss Selfridge etc. (and having a bunch of fun with my sister while at it :] ) I found two awesome possum dresses in Dorothy Perkins. This is the first one – soft, loose material that I really LOVED. But my dad didn’t think it was formal enough and I agreed. So I had to let this one go. :(
But it was nice anyhow. THIS dress is the one I fell in love with. Because I suddenly discovered I have a taste for vintage. Think Audrey Hepburn.
Plain, black and simple, with a nice big bow on the right shoulder. IT WAS SO NICE EVEN MY PARENTS LOVED IT. :D But you can see it looks a bit big on me right. Cause it was a size 8. I’m a size 6. It was ONE FREAKING SIZE too LARGE. And they didn’t have any size 6s in stock. So we checked with the cashier if any stores anywhere stocked a size 6 anymore. THEY’RE SOLD OUT EVERYWHERE. EXCEPT FOR GURNEY PLAZA. D: I was so keen on the black dress I actually asked my dad if I could get the family in Penang to buy the dress and keep it there for me till I got there in two weeks time but he shut me down. And yeah, I don’t think my aunt would be too happy doing that, what with the wedding on her mind. THE DRESS. D: I looked at a lot more stores but the dresses were either not to my liking, or (more often) NOT IN MY SIZE. They were always size 8 and above. And this isn’t the first time it’s happened. Is there some high street store discrimination against petite girls? How come all the nice dresses are all size 8 and above by the time I get to them? So DON’T EVEN complain to me about how you’re jealous of my small petite frame because IT IS NOT A BOON, IT IS A BANE. Why? BECAUSE THE NICE NICE EXPENSIVE STORES NEVER STOCK ANYTHING IN SIZE SIX. D: Be HAPPY that you’re not a size six! Because you’ll get to wear expensive dresses! They’re always stocked in everything EXCEPT SIZE 6!!!!!!!!!! So my sister got her dress (from Selfridge’s) AND her shoes done that day but I went home empty handed. And FYI, my sister’s taller than me, so she makes a size 8. And I was the one who found the dress for her and suggested she try it on. And now she has a dress, and I don’t. Gross injustice I tell you. THE DRESS. D: I was moaning about it all the way back. My brother says he’ll shoot me if I breathe a word about THE DRESS again. But who listens to an eleven-year-old squit like him? THE DRESS. D: I’m heartbroken. Do not talk to me. … I just realized something!! You know what this means? I GET TO GO SHOPPING NEXT WEEKEND. AGAIN. :D
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