I went through the pages finding many of the clothes appealing and pretty. Young, colourful and in all sense, fashionable. The apparels are not costly, ranging from $15 for a top to perhaps $20-30 for a pair of skinny jeans. As I was drawn to it, with my eyes fixated on a puffy skirt and figure flattering top, my sanity gave me a nudge in my rib.
Ouch. Ok, ask myself if I can visualize myself dressing like a teenage hipping trotting down orchard road.
Gulps.
Actually, no. I’m probably more a black shorts, lycra plain tee and chaco sandals girl.
Moreover, what’s the use of having all the fanciful dresses, skirts and tops? That’ll mean I need pretty bags, shoes, hair, figure and makeup to match; all of which I don’t have and am not willing to splurge on.
Drawing the parallelism from the blog, I am choosing to stick with the basic and plain self for now. no wow factor. no stunning ware. Just simple old me with my curly poodle hair and crocs rubber shoes.
Maybe I may graduate to dressy tricia one day. But for now, nah.
Oh ya, dearie bought me a new top on Tuesday. It’s a nice comfy cotton black top from cotton on, priced $7.50. cheap and nice.
Aunty style. That’s tricia style for now!
Laughs.
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