Clog Lovin'

via Totokaelo

More clog love, this time from No. 6. (Rachel, I think you may have a worthy contender.)

Thief and Bandit

via Thief and Bandit Etsy Shop

I wear a whole lot of prints, and I prefer to be heavy-handed with color, though black, grey, and other subdued tones are being welcomed back into my wardrobe, slowly. But, even when things are more subdued and clean, the urge to pile on color and texture takes over. I can't help it.

P.S. Another good reason to pile on color, here.

Khmer New Year

According to Cambodia's Ministry of Cult and Religion, the predictions for this year aren't so good: killings, violence, floods, and bad crops -- to name just a few social ailments. Thanks for the tip, Lady Penh. I will come prepared.

On a brighter note, I am looking forward to trying the "royal nap" while there. I like afternoon naps.

Consumer-Lusting Again

via Opening Ceremony

Tassels and pom-poms are details I cannot resist as of late. It is also spring, so I crave white, tea-stained, and ivory dresses as evidence of the season's change. I really, really like this dress, its ease, comfort and versatility being the main draw. Only during moments like these, when I am filled with consumer-lust, do I start to miss my old firm gig and the security it provided, wondering if I could convince myself to go back, to take the safer more linear path. But those moments pass, more swiftly now. And Cambodia beckons. Now or never.

Daydreaming

via Twila's Vintage Clothing

My list of moving essentials is growing.

I need a bathing suit for my tentative weekend trip to Bali. I'm aware of how obnoxious that may sound. Let me start by saying I'm not a weekend-in-Bali-jetsetting kind of girl. Reality has never been so extravagant. But Portland friends are visiting Southeast Asia this June, and I've agreed to meet them wherever they land, for one weekend. Bali cast its net and drew them in. So, unless the human rights org I'll be working for has other plans for me that weekend, I intend to go to Bali, bathing suit and beachball in tow.

My daydreams of beach lazing and bathing suits always resemble these images: leisurely glamour and bright smiles.

Co-Conspirator

That lovely gal in the sunglasses is Desiree, one of my dearest and oldest friends and my once-upon-a-time fellow clothes swapper/co-conspirator. When we were very young, by which I mean too young to afford our own proper wardrobe, but not too young to dream up something grand, Desiree's dad would attend to our bi-weekly clothes swap: every few weeks, he would drop off a bag of Desiree's clothing, stashing it behind the over-sized terracotta pot near the door of my house, while picking up a bag of my closet-wares for Desiree. This cyclical borrowing continued for years.

While no longer a co-conspirator in that sense, Desiree still continues to incite. She and her two sisters run a vintage clothing shop at the Pasadena Rosebowl Flea Market. I cannot, absolutely CANNOT, wait for them to open up an Etsy shop. I will let you know when they do.

The gal with the street urchin locks is me. I cannot be bothered to get a haircut (or to continue packing my suitcase or . . .), but I can spend time peering idly at woven things and boy blazers with flat wooden buttons and eating fresh-picked fruit, for hours apparently. I'm glad my priorities are in order.

Today

My last Rosebowl Flea Market till 2011, Desiree, and her little Mila Chiquita. It should be a lovely day.