About Me

My photo

A 30 something blogging about her love affair with Fashion.....among other things!

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Peach Tropical Midi for the Theater

Hello everyone!

It is Summer in India and the temperatures are scorching. In our flat, the AC is constantly on. And I dread going out!  I cannot wait for the Monsoon to come and bring a fresh breeze and lower temperatures to Pune.

I have been busy attending my kids school theater week. It is the last week of school and children are performing. First I had to go and listen to my oldest sing, then it was time for each of them to perform a play with their classmates.  I watched the baby's play first which was a remake of the famous kids movie Madagascar. My youngest was playing Marty, the zebra. The play was very funny and entertaining. I did not expect it to be so but the kids age two to six put on a great show. And I have to give kudos to the teachers who organized the entire event.

For the show I wore this printed midi dress that I purchased in Thailand.  I got it with two other tunics at the same store that sold only Jersey dresses. The midi dresses came in several prints but I did not want them originally because they were sleeveless. At the last minute I chose this one because I liked the tropical print.

Scarf - Langkawi night market, Malaysia
Wrap cardigan - Gap
Dress- random store in Pratunam market, Thailand
Leggings - Clover center, Pune
Shoes - Much More, Pune 

The dress is super breezy even when paired with this cardigan. Plus the amphitheater where we watched the performance had air conditioning,  so I did not suffer.  I am thinking that next time I wear the dress I would pair it with a blazer for a more sophisticated look. I just have to pick one from the black, white and peach I already own!

These shoes were ridiculously cheap and I could not resist a cut out peep toe wedge. They are also super comfy and a tad elegant. Best 250 Rps I ever spent! 

Monday, May 25, 2015

I quit!

I have been blogging for more than eight years now. I started blogging after the birth of my first son. It was a way to record all the trials and tribulations of my life as a new mother. Then a year later, I started a fashion blog because I was bored at work. I was writing about the things I liked or disliked about fashion in general, the latest trends, my fashion obsession of the moment and such. Four years later, I started another blog dedicated to my own personal style with pictures of my outfits. I do actually have several blogs but the ones that I am focusing on are my fashion blogs.

Recently, I have been thinking about quitting. After seven years of doing this, I should have been popular by now. Call me crazy, but I was expected many followers or at least several page views and comments. I was expecting endorsement and free stuff from fashion houses. I was expecting front row seats at fashion shows.

The truth is I do not have all that. I am not even sure how many people read me but I know it is not a lot. When I started this, I just wanted to get rid of my boredom, I was not looking for anything more. But along with blogging, I was reading other bloggers. And I could see them getting paid for doing the same thing I was. Therefore pretty soon I started feeling like :"why not me?! ". I tried  to make changes, I ended up buying trendy things just so I could keep up. But at the end of the day, I could not compete because I was not them. I was me.
But being unpopular is not the only reason I want to quit. This blog takes a lot of my time between taking pictures, uploading them, editing them, writing a post, editing it, publishing it and promoting it. It is a good thing that I am a housewife with kids at school half the day.  I am not sure I would have been able to do this with a full time job. Furthermore I am thinking that all the time I waste blogging can be put to good use to find a job or open up a business, do some real work.

Leopard Kimono - Anap and refashioned
Mickey Mouse tee - Did it myself
Skirt - G.U.
Sandals - Reliance footprints

This kimono was an oversized top but I decided to turn it into a Kimono for I would get more use out of it.

The reality of the situation is that I do love blogging. Even as I think about quitting, a blog idea would spring in my mind and I would be back at it. Furthermore, blogging makes me challenge myself more in the styling and DIY areas. I have been getting out of my comfort zone when it comes to dressing up. And I do try to make more clothes at home. On top of that, when I blog, most of the time I am not thinking about who is out there reading me. I am thinking of myself. I write what I like. I do edit myself not to divulge more than I should but I am real. I write for me. I am such a narcissist that some times I spend hours re-reading my own posts. I can see how far I have come, and all the mistakes I made along the way.

My best friend told me not to quit because there was at least one person out there waiting for my posts. It may be her, it may be some of my friends on Facebook or you that person who follows me on Instagram. Whoever you are,  I guess I should thank you for taking your precious time to read me instead of complaining about needing more followers. This post will not make you feel like you matter and I should say that I am sorry. I value you more than I let on. You cannot know how happy I get when I check my blog stats and see that three of you in Saudi Arabia for example, read me. It makes me feel appreciated and maybe I should concentrate on that feeling. I should see the glass half full instead of half empty.

Therefore as long as there is at least one person out there reading me, I will keep on blogging. Yet, I hope that one day I will be so busy making my dreams come true that I will not have time to blog. After all, all good things must come to an end.

Follow me on Facebook and Instagram, I promise I am more fun there (or not)!

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Game Face

Hello there!  How are you all doing?

I am fine but I am still baking under this heat. This week has been really hot in Pune,
up to 40 degrees. One day it got so hot it started raining. It was a short term blessing but I think all Puneites welcomed it.

I was invited for breakfast last Friday with some mothers from my kid's class. I know most of them since we meet everyday for pick up and drop offs, and we briefly talk during birthday parties and other gatherings but I am not close to any of them. Actually a mom who left India last year came back for Summer holidays and arranged the meet. I was surprised because even if she was always nice to me when we met at school, I would have never thought that she would remember me. Today I got to see another side of those mothers,  a side that I liked. And I hope we keep on having gatherings like these in the future.

Glasses -  Chathujak market, Bangkok
Scarf -  Clover Center 
Tunic -  Pratunam market, Bangkok
Jeans -  Thrifted
Shoes -  Fidak,  International fair in Dakar
Bangle -  can't remember 

Before coming to India I had Indians friends. Every Indian woman that I met abroad was sweet and nice and helpful. While living in Japan I was invited to their parties and they always welcomed  me with open arms. When I told them I was moving to Pune, they were all so excited and happy for me, giving me advice and such. So I was expecting to find the same treatment here as well from Indian women I met.

That was not the case. At the beginning most of them did not even look at me let along talk to me. So I kept my distances. If I was invited to parties I would go but since I am a bit shy it was hard to strike up a conversation. Slowly though I got to talk to some of them. After a while a few of them even approached me just because our kids were getting along greatly in class. We would exchange phone number and arrange for playdates. Yet for the rest of them, we would have a chance encounter and start an interesting conversation but the next day it is like they do not know me. And it hurts because I come from a country where people value greetings even with complete strangers.

This tunic is in Jersey and is so comfortable. It was also super cheap and I bought another one in black. The shop had all beautiful dresses but they were either short sleeves or sleeveless or midi length.  Too bad. I would have made a killing had there been maxi skirts and dresses.

Furthermore I always find it hard to accept when someone wants to know me just for me. Due to past experiences, I think that there is always something that they want from me. But in truth, they just want to know me.  One example, a mom whose daughter was getting really close to my son asked me for my phone number. I gave it to her and she started sending me nice messages on Viber. At first I found it strange but I would always respond. Then she asked me about my birthdate. I asked her why she wanted to know and she said because I was her friend. So I did tell her. And let me tell you that on the day of my birthday when I was having a crappy day,  her vehement wishes were like a rock I held on to not to drown. She was genuinely nice and I felt bad for thinking otherwise.

Because of that (and other things),  I started to see things differently. I am starting to think that maybe some of them are like me. Maybe they are shy to engage me, maybe they find me intimidating ( I was told that I was when I frown which I do most of the time) . Maybe if I smiled more and said hello before them, things would be different. All I need to do is to take the first step. What good will come to always wait for them to make it. After all I came to this country ready to get the full experience, to make my dreams come true, and part of that dream was to have Indian friends with whom I could enjoy everything with. Therefore I am starting... now...

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

DIY/DIM : Bandhani Kimono (Vest, Duster...)

Hello Friends from all over. I am checking my stats and I can see you reading me all the way to Russia so I want to say "Thank you" and keep on coming back. Also, Holla at me in the comment section or emails. I would love to interact and exchange ideas.

Anyway,  by now you know I have been having a love affair with Tie dye and today is yet another passionate encounter with this newly DIY/ DIM jacket,  kimono, shawl or duster...

Kimono - DIY/DIM
Shirt - Thrifted
Pants - Shimamura
Gladiators - Gift
Necklace - M.G. road 

I made it following this tutorial with left over fabric I had purchased at the Pink City in Jaipur ( God, please take me back there!). It was fairly easy but my sewing machine was acting up so it took a long time.  I am not hundred percent satisfied with the hemming. Furthermore, my fabric being super smooth, the kimono slips on the sleeves. I think I should have made the slits on the sleeves smaller. 

Anyway, I am happy with it because it is colorful and I can wear it two ways: like a kimono and like a vest if I roll up the sleeves. I wore it for the first time last week to have breakfast with some Japanese girlfriends. I had originally planned to wear it either with a white maxi dresd or with a grey tee and cargo pants. But then I noticed the white maxi had stains and the grey tee felt too undressed. So I switched the tee with the white shirt. I thought that I would die with the heat but the shirt turned out to be very breathable even with the necklace. 

Styling options 

 It was good to brush up on my Japanese. And the ladies told me that they thought I was really Japanese. According to them, there is a zipper on my body and if they pull it down, a real Japanese person would appear.  I do not know if I should take it as a compliment or be offended but I laughed hard at the idea.

Anyway, I am planning to wear this kimono more often. So stay tuned for another post featuring it.

Also do not forget to follow me on Instagram and Facebook. Trust me, I post way more interesting stuff there!

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...