Just a lazy night and I am not sleepy yet. I thought of visiting my blog site and realized that it hasn't been updated lately.
Is there something that I can casually write now? Anything I am passionate about? I couldn't think of any. I change my mind far too often to realize a real passion. But I do love bags and shoes, though. Isn't it too shallow to write about? But this is my blog I can do whatever :o)
I love shoes but not all shoes, just in certain designs and brands. I am not a one-size-fits-all-i-love-them-all kind of fan. They have to get my second look and successfully beckon me to get them. They have to have an x factor.
Shallow as it may be, I am blogging about it now. Shoes and more shoes, and a few bags.
I have more or less a couple of dozen bags littering in my house here in Melbourne and a few all over my old house in the Philippines. Most are the ones I sent to Ding. I do have sentimental feelings to some so parting can be an issue. But with a few I buy them for specific persons and then off they go, sans the regret and longing.
Like all close relationships my bags and I are in first name basis. Irene, Bidi, Dvil, Jimi, etc. They are patient and just sits prettily til the time they will be pulled out of their dust bags. They are my friends. They make me smile.
My shoe collection is another story. I cannot name them one by one because that would use up all the blog page. I have a NOAH Complex. I buy them in 2's. Yes they do come in pairs but I buy them in two pairs for me and my little sissy. She loves them and uses them more than I do because she is a fashionista. I love my shoes always but I only like to wear them sometimes. Weird but that is me. (The stilletos and high heels all needed to be aired out.) I have about 5 I alternate using as oppose to the scores on the shoe cabinets.
I like to think that my sister's obsession for shoes stemmed when she was little and we asked her to do house chores telling her that she was Cinderella. Of all the siblings she is the one who does housekeeping duties better than any one of us. She probably think she is still Cinderella in search for the right shoe that will lead her to Prince Charming. She is not picky she said it doesn't matter if he is handsome as long as he is rich. Huh?! :-) haha. Miss you Ding!
My BFF Lia, is a beauty and brains queen. She plays a major part in my Shoe Love saga. Over the years (because we share almost the same shoe size) she always made sure that everytime I visit her in Manila I always come home with a pair or two of wonderful shoes. Once she gave me 8 pairs! They were all neatly arranged in her stylish attic and she made me choose. Then knowing I am never pushy, chose 8 for me. I shared them with my Grand Aunt in Malacanang. No, not Imelda. My Mama's auntie, my dearest Lola Sario who I'm sure is the genetics explanation of my large feet. She said this: "Your friend Lia is such a wonderful down to earth friend. Palanggaa gajud tun sija." I do La. We all do.
I am a ginormous size 10 1/2. Except for my sissy and Lia (who can afford all the shoes in the up-market-world:-) I do not know first hand of anyone who is my size. Once I was so overjoyed at church that a lady shared my size! She admired my shoes and I gave her the nine west pumps I was wearing then. Right away. Rich wondered why I was barefoot walking back to the car. Like a bag lady, barefoot with a smile.
Lia made me so happy when she shared her shoes. I like for others to feel that joy too.
I would like to be able to use them someday.
But if not, I can always wear my dopies, my crocs and my fitflops. And I can always admire them in the shelves or in my love ones feet. My niece Maui is a worthy heir.
After all there's a Cinderella in all of us...or Imelda Marcos.☀☺☮
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New ScentFriday, May 7, 2010 at 3:55pm
Today I went to the city for my exercise. I brisk walk only when I am shopping and brisk walking is the only exercise of choice. Nothing else. Lifts and squats and cardio - go away. Someone else will love you but not me.
I passed by Wayne, he is the homeless guy who is a regular artist in Melbourne Central Station. I haven't seen him in a while. No wonder, he takes new residence now outside David Jones in Burke St. I greeted him with familiar Hello Wayne! He recognizes my voice and knows me a little. He laughs his usual unsure of the world nervous laugh. It is cold for Wayne to be out but this is what he does. I bought a few of his handmade cards last Chrissy. Today I handed him a purple note. He smiled. Though it was just $5.00 it is $5.00 more than what he has in his empty upturned cap on the ground. Wayne is good he does not ask for more. While he was still 'stationed' in Melbourne Central, I always buy extra bread from Richard's favourite shop BREADTOP. But Wayne only wants a little piece of bread that he can finish that day. He cannot have extra food as he sleeps in a run-down building with rats. "This is enough" he'd always say. Today I did not have bread, but I did have a purple note to share.
I am not going to talk about society and its issues. I will be a little mundane. I will talk about something that made me smile today aside from Wayne. Something a bit materialistic and trivial. But something that indeed made my day.
Jo Malone.
I first heard of Jo Malone a couple of years ago from a Filipino columnist who berated and belittled OFW's. How dare she flaunt her London scent and mock lowly colognes like Charlie etc? She was indeed a trying-hard social climber. Later on I saw a shelf in David Jones solely reserved for Jo Malone products. I was not interested to check and for over 2 years ignored the urge to see if it is indeed worth bragging for.
Until today. I wanted to buy a new scent. Something that stays all day long but mild enough for Rich and my asthma. I went over to the Jo Malone counter and I was indeed impressed with the scents I tried. They were real. Red Roses smelt like real roses from my neighbour's blooms! I sprayed strips and strips of paper of all that Jo Malone has in that shelf. They were oh so good!
But also pricey. Not very much so, but pricey just the same.
Did the trying hard columnist flaunt it because of its price? I bet. Most Pinoys have this innate need to emit expensive aura in sorry attempt to be in the elite circle or just even get their nod. Vicki Belo once said: "To be recognized in the Philippines social scene you gotta wear something branded. It is sad but it is the truth." She is already up there, she has nothing else to prove but she still tries hard to keep up with the Joneses, and be IN. Would using expensive colognes make Gretchen Barreto a Cojuangco? She obviously tries hard but There is only one Gretchen Cojuangco.
Jo Malone is used by Royalty as well or so I heard. Not just the trying hards. And betcha by golly JO! You smell good.
I got myself a Body Lotion. Black tissue nestled in a chic creamy box wrapped around with a black ribbon. Black! Who would have thought the colour of mourning is chic in a tissue paper pressy?! Me! Me!
"Amber & Lavender, created by Jo as an anniversary gift to her husband, embodies the warmth of an embrace. Amber, the exotic scent of the Orient, is combined with the comfort of French lavender and myrrh to evoke the subtle, spicy warmth of twilight. Amber & Lavender Body Lotion keeps skin silky smooth and is a deliciously fragrant way to feel pampered every day. "
MYRRH! The Biblical - Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh! What a description! I'd buy the product just by the words here but I bought it before I read this. With every intention to get myself an anniversary pressy. After reading, I can truly say it is worth every penny. It smells divine. I am grateful I met Jo Malone today.
And no I am not going to brag like that infamous columnist. I do have my share of low budget scents, Jlo, Sunflowers, Estee's, Avon Sweet Honesty (so like JLo Glow) and Johnson's baby colognes. They are sweet too.
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