My lack of experience in the world of thrift shopping is definitely not from the snobriety of it all, but simply and honestly from the lack of experience and confidence. Prior to the last 2 trips that I’ve gone on recently, I had never really enjoyed thrift shopping probably because my style at the time was different, the conditions were unsuitable or most likely because I was ignorant and stupid.

 It was only a couple of months ago that I decided to give thrift shopping another try because I had seen my baby cousins treasure of vintage finds. I found lace in her closet that cost her P50.00 or even less and I was on a mission to hoard as many coats & blazers as I could find.

And now here we are. I’m thrift obsessed and Paolo has given me a cap on shopping. I have no more closet space because I’ve taken up 4 closets in our house. I’m ded.

Ironically, when you look at these photos, it’s the 1 article of clothing that isn’t thrifted that actually looks like it’s been handed down for years which I think really says something. I got my blazer for about P 120.00 and my ribbed tshirt for P 100.00 while I got my shorts for P 299.00 (brand new. ugh).

What really caught my attention was my Coco Libre Chanel shirt which I think is a dupe but if it were an original would cost $900.00. I still think my version is a dupe because of the variation in the neckline and sleeve hem colors and the faintness of the print. But dupe or not, I love the fit of this shirt and the cloth is unlike anything that I’ve worked with to date.

I know this outfit isn’t screaming amazing or barely worthy of an entire blog post but it was a casual day of errands and spending time with the family and I’m really loving this coord look so whatever.

Also, I left the house which is a feat AND I had someone take my photos after the very long resistance. I’m slowly getting back into guys, I just need tiiime. lol.

What do you think of my thrifted look? 🙂

Last Friday I attended my first ever Sun Star Best of Cebu party. After being unable to attend in the past years, I decided that I needed a Friday off (while I still could) and dressing up to go to a party was the best way for me to blow off some work related steam. It was raining hard that night so I figured that a nice thick overcoat would do the trick, it was so chic, I had only worn it once, I was dying to take it out again and tonight felt like the night.

Have I drawn your attention away from that stupid gold choker necklace I’m wearing? God, I hope so.

Honestly, I hate myself for not taking something off before leaving home. I always said I would. Ugh, I hate myself so much. More so that I let myself be photographed in it before finally deciding to take it off before heading to play BINGO with my grandmother. I’m so stupid sometimes.

No lessons to give here, only lessons to be learned.

Frustratedly Yours,
Issa P. & Miguel, the dinosaur

I interchange morning & mourning loosely because I mourn mornings except when I’m on the beach, out camping or when I need to deposit a check so it clears the next morning. I haven’t done a fashion blog in a minute and whilst I am waiting for revisions for a company profile I am currently working on (I also write when I have extra time), I felt like it would be nice to actually blog for once.

Maybe it’s the bride in me or because Paolo always likes it when I wear white but I’ve noticeably been sporting a lot of whites in my looks lately. I find myself constantly picking only 3 pairs of white bottoms out of our laundry delivery more frequently than usual and I’ve over worn my Uniqlo polos so much that they might actually be turning yellow. ew.

There’s just something about an all white outfit that is so easy and yet so difficult at the same time. While underwear selection (seamless and strictly NO LACE) can be a bit of a challenge, choosing articles that’ll make your outfit pop are both easy and exciting at the same time. It’s a roller coaster ride. Simply leaving the house in an all white ensemble is a challenge- I am more brave more than fashionable these days.

But horror stories aside, it seems to have a nice effect especially when you’re trying to impress a client by power dressing, stand out in a crowd without actually trying or you’re just too lazy to actually think of something to wear. Either way, whatever reason; it always seems to work for me.

Trick of the trade: let your shoes, bag and/ or eye wear do the talking.

xx,
Issa P.