Dear lord, I’m ageing! I never thought I could see the day when I curate these words in relation with self. But yes ladies and gents, in a few weeks I will be jumping over to the next quarter of a century and this includes the possibility of waving goodbye to my days as a waif-sized twink.
Those who know me in a personal capacity will testify that I love everything to do with gifts. I love giving gifts and derive never ending pleasure in giving gifts to those dearest to me. However, I happen to know a lot of people who just suck at giving me gifts. Yes yes yes “its the thought that counts” blah blah blah, but how is it that I never get to have a say in gifts I would like to unwrap?
Damn it, I am reserving the right to compile my own wish list and can only ever hope that my people can adhere closest to it.
After having fought off the addiction that is a smartphone, I swear I deserve a life where I don’t always have to carry gram loads of files and an entire laptop in my tote whenever I’m jetting across town for a meeting.
Getting inked has been on my ‘to do’ list for almost a decade and now I have braved the possibility of unbearable pain. I mean how bad could it be? Even the most wimpy of people have tats.
Being in fashion means I am frequently exposed to precious gems big and small. My birth stones happen to be the blue kind and I keep envisioning myself wearing one proudly -in the future starting on the 8th of December.
This has year has been great in fashion illustration publishing. Great designer houses have brought out coffee table books, photographers have gone wild with editions of their own. I find these marvels timeless.
I am an avid lover of varied beliefs and the most quirky they are, the better. A friend keeps a lot of these above her head stand and being an insomniac that I am, one should definitely be hung somewhere in my house.
Luckily, my spousal-equivalent has already sorted me out by gifting me with a gorgeous pair of tan boat shoes I have been eyeing since the dusking of winter months. Poor sod can’t keep a secret to save his life.
See? I’m not too difficult, I just like things that would make sense to me and things I am likely to utilize.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!