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The adventures and struggles of a petite, geeky journalist-in-training living in New Zealand.
Wearing vintage wool top, ASOS skirt, ASOS Premium jacket, Falke merino tights, DKNY watch, vintage earrings and Hush Puppies’ shoes.
The skirt didn’t look that short when I bought it, I swear. I’ve haven’t worn a mini-skirt since my age was in single digits. Pink’s not usually my colour, but combined with the navy stripes and a lot of black, I think it looks pretty cute. I would have worn heels with the ensemble if I didn’t need to walk today.
I got these Hush Puppies on sale just last week. They’re not as ugly as some other Hush Puppies’ shoes available (actually quite acceptable looking, considering they’re supposed to be healthy comfortable shoes), and they are incredibly comfortable. Nary a sore arch in sight!
Today I attended my second community board meeting. Unlike the last one I went to, which went on for two hours, this one was twenty minutes long. It’s a good thing. Anyway, I’d better go an email some people now. Journalism, I’ve decided, is about pestering people enough so they give you the information you want just so they can be rid of you. Half the time, that information goes towards the type of story that I skim over when I’m reading the paper.
Wearing Pumpkin Patch denim shirt, Zara blazer, cross from medieval camp, Jeans West super skinny pants, Bess hat, boots from Geox in Hong Kong and Esprit bag.
Here’s the denim shirt again. I think I look a bit like a homeless person in this getup, what with the suede patches on the blazer’s elbows. I was too tired today to even wear heels (le gasp!). It’s been difficult adjusting to a diurnal schedule, since I’m naturally nocturnal, and I’ve been functioning on three to five hours sleep each night for the past three days.
I’m considering doing a story on the bus system in our city. Today, I waited for almost an hour for my bus, and I saw two buses with the same number pass by in the space of two minutes. Those time-things that estimate how long it will take until the bus arrives are not working, and the timetable is no use because the schedule has gone completely haywire. I was talking to people, and a lady said that she was told not to drive to relieve pressure on the traffic. She said that she’s going to take the car next time because everyone else seem to be taking their cars.
Wearing ASOS pants, ASOS shoes, Portmans top, vintage men’s blazer, DKNY watch, tasselled necklace from Hong Kong and Equip bag.
This is my ‘stuff-everything-in-it’ bag. I abuse it a lot and got it mainly for its size. I’ve had it for a while now.
I couldn’t figure out what to wear today, so I went straight to some really basic items. I love the way these pants give the illusion of really long legs and make me look tall. I love that these classic trouser shapes are all coming back. High waisted things look great on short girls like me. I searched for pants of this cut for ages, but I couldn’t find any at shops, not even in Hong Kong, which is supposedly shopping haven and one of the fashion capitals of the world. When I asked, they said a) high waisted things don’t look good (not true, as can be seen here) and b) they’re not healthy because they cut off circulation (these are the most comfortable pants I own, barring sweatpants, and my low-waisted jeans are more prone to cutting off circulation to my legs). I finally found them on the internet, and the fit is absolutely perfect.
Is it sad that I stalk bookshops every month for fashion magazines? It’s the middle of March and I’m still after the February issue of Elle UK, which is one of my favourite publications. Keira Knightley’s on the cover and I just love her.
At class today, we had to interview one another and write a news story based on the interview, so I’d better get started on mine.
Wearing sweater vest from Zara, vintage skirt, old long-sleeved top, ASOS wedges and scarf from Hong Kong.
I’m really liking the nude lipstick look. That, and red lipstick. The skirt used to be my mother’s, and when she wore it, it hit a respectable place just above her knee. For me, it’s a mini-skirt. I am ecstatic I fit it at all, actually; half a year a go, I couldn’t fit it, but I lost some weight around my tummy.
I don’t have a lot of rules when it comes to eating, but I try my best not to eat processed foods. Instead of potato chips or cookies, I’ll eat lightly salted mixed nuts for snacks. Instead of instant coffee, I’m brewing my own and making flat whites out of trim milk (got a coffee maker just for that). Instead of…say, soft drink, I go for tea. I try to eat all the essential food groups each day (green leafy vegetables, fruit, carbohydrates, proteins and, if possible, monosaturated fats in the form of avocados or nuts) and I never eat until I’m so full that I feel sick. I also do fifteen minutes of exercise per day, mostly in the form of dancing–which involves cardio and balance. It’s actually not a lot of effort, and I allow mysel to eat junk food in an acceptable amount. I hardly ever eat it these days anyway; I wouldn’t touch Cadbury’s because I’ve spoiled myself on Belgian chocolates and since those are so expensive, I don’t eat too many of them either.
When the temperatures vary from twelve degrees celsius to twenty seven, all you can really do is layer. I got this denim shirt from the boys’ section of a children’s clothing store. One of the good things about being five two on a good day is that you can get some great deals from the kids’ departments, where things are cheaper but of an equally good quality. This shirt was only twenty dollars; that’s cheaper than the one I got from a nameless store in Hong Kong. My brother has the exact same shirt. We were actually shopping for him, but I just had to get one for myself too.
I found out today that my face is really not made for curls. They were giving a free demonstration at the mall, and I just looked really weird and overwhelmed with curls, like a under-confident teenaged girl who’s spent two hours doing her hair and is anxious that it doesn’t look good. Granted, I’ve done that before, but I’m past that stage of my life. A confident woman is a sexy woman.
Wearing shirt from Pumpkin Patch, old faded black t-shirt, leather blazer and jeans from Just Jeans, shoes from ASOS, hat from shop in Hong Kong and ‘Over the Taupe’ nail polish by OPI.
I just got this shade from OPI today. The bottle’s slightly more expensive than my usual polishes, but the quality is well worth the price.
Wearing vintage dress, ASOS shoes, Esprit bag, DKNY watch and Portmans hat.
My aunt gave me this dress when I went back to Hong Kong. It’s probably close to my age, and the fabric is falling apart a little at the back. There used to be lacing at the back as well, but the loops broke whilst I was wearing the dress on the plane back to New Zealand. I don’t think it was meant for someone of my chest size. But now it’s a lot more comfortable without the lacing at the back as my rib cage doesn’t feel constricted anymore.
I’m rarely out of heels in summer, unless I’m barefoot, but after the earthquake (and the very frightening prospect of having to walk home in four inch platform stilettos because all the buses have stopped and I have no way of contacting my parents because my dad’s mobile phone is out of batteries), I’ve taken to taking a pair of flats with me everywhere I go unless I am wearing flats. I’m not a fan of ballet flats for multiple reasons (i.e. they don’t flatter the shape of my feet at all, they keep falling off my feet etc.), but I like my oxfords. They’re comfortable, but they hide my bunions well, and they wrap around the foot so they don’t fly off if I walk too quickly. I really don’t get the ballet flat trend at all. Lots of girls wear them but I have rarely seen a girl wear them well. Maybe a couple of supermodels, but that’s about it. And so many ballet flats are just cheap looking nowadays; I have no idea how they’re supposed to be chic. I mean, gold and silver plastic? I do have a pair of sequined flats that resemble ballet flats from Skechers, but their soles are constructed like those of lightweight sneakers, so they feel completely different. They’re the flats I carry around all the time. Probably not as chic as I would like, but if I have to walk home after an earthquake, I don’t think style would be one of my top priorities.
Wearing ASOS cape and shoes, H&M sweater dress and hat from Hong Kong.
After the earthquake, the entire city’s pretty much been rearranged, and I went with my class to visit the temporary premises of the local daily newspaper, where I’ll be interning at starting from Easter. I’m really impressed, as are a lot of people, by how the team over there managed to put out a paper every day following the quake, even though the ceiling of the old newsroom collapsed on them during the quake. It’s this sort of innovation and dedication that really makes a journalist, I think.
On a lighter note, I found out that I really can’t park and I hate cutting two lanes when turning right because it scare the hell out of me, so I’m crossing my fingers that when class resumes next Monday, it’ll be on or near campus, where there are plenty of bus-stops. Otherwise, I’m gonna have to drive during rush hour and I really don’t think I can manage it.
For a warm morning:
Dress by Oasis (from ASOS), shoes by Pulp.
For a chilly evening:
Same dress as above, shoes by Pulp, Bossini belt, Cashmira sweater.
Wearing my favourite sheer shirt from Stax, belt from when I was a kid, shoes from H&M, skirt that was a gift, and DKNY watch.
Wearing long top (dress?) from Stax, hat from Glassons.
I’m not quite sure what to label this…garment. It’s too long to be a blouse and too short at the sides to be a dress. It’s hard to style too, and it’s been hanging around in my wardrobe ever since Boxing Day last year. Or something like that. Originally, it had a pussy bow, which I tied so that the ends of the bow wouldn’t dangle beneath the hem.