Fur-ocious in my Peg Leg Pants


From the InStyle March 2012 Issue and originally in the late 1980’s just around the same time I was born. I tell you..things just keep coming back.

(COAT: Fur Shrug; Shasa/ PANTS: Peg-leg; bazaar find from Cebu/ TOP: tank top; H&M/ SHOES: Dollhouse/ BEANIE: Forever 21/ BELT: skinny; thrifted/ PURSE: vintage sling; thrifted/ BANGLES: Forever 21/ WATCH: New York and Company)

A not-too thick faux fur shrug for the not-too cold winter weather here in Houston, TX

Cinch those ill-shapen high waist button up pants with a skinny belt. I prefer a pop of color.

These peep-toe booties are not as complicated as they look, in fact you just slip your foot in and tighten. That’s all to it.

This may sound soooo wrong but I do need ironing in the crotch area

The pants that stop right before the ankle—I decided to pair it with high-cut open toed booties to compensate for the length or should I say the lack-off.

Who says faux fur is always tacky? I beg to defer…faux fur is “friendly fur if you get my drift.

Oh yeah, those spectacles are real this time. Paid a visit to my eye doctor and although I’m not yet blind as a bat, it seems like I’m getting there. <oh, the frustration>



Today’s Turban Story

I might have been my parents’ first born child but I was no stranger to having kuyas (older brothers). My older cousins were mostly boys and those 2 months in a year that we’d fly to Manila for the summer break was any tweener’s nightmare. Let’s just say I got teased a LOT, I cried a LOT and my diary entries were read out loud a LOT.

This morning as I was putting on my turban, feeling all vintage-y, I stopped and heard one of my kuya’s voice in my head. And in the most sarcastic and annoying tone he says:

“Rhe, ano ka bombay o manghuhula?” (Are you a punjabi or a fortune-teller?–no racism intended)

Hai nako…I went ahead and wore my turban anyway, haha. I’m feeling loved right now, I miss you my kuyas.

(TURBAN: Blush; Luxury Divas/ DRESS: Buffalo Exchange, Denver/ SUNGLASSES: Floral Aviators; Shasa/PURSE: thrifted from Goodwill/ SHOES: Shasa/ EARRINGS: Vintage Floral; Aldo/ WATCH: New York and Company/ RING: Forever 21)

Btw, it’s my 10th Anniversary with Marco today. I love you Marco and I’m missing you already.:) #adecadeofus


Oreo, the shoe-chewer

On one unfortunate day, my sister who will not be named in this story (you have 4 guesses) borrowed something from my closet. To those who pretty much know my life story—yes, I come from a big family of mostly girls and they’re all growing up so fast. From two sisters invading my closet, It quickly escalated to 3 and then to 4. Now I have four little gremlins in my closet and being the “wonderful” ate that I am usually let them borrow whatever they need. (Note to Pauline, Marie, Angelie and Nicole: you have to agree or else I won’t lend you any of my stuff ever again, haha) .

So I came home from a long day at work and the first thing my little brother, John, tells me is “Ate, Oreo chewed your shoes”. I am very anal when it comes to my stuff, let alone my shoes so I frantically ran upstairs in search of these “shoes”that he was talking about. I assumed it was one pair but noooooooo—–it was 3 and a half ( I say half, because the other one was perfectly fine). Of course Oreo had to pick my favorite pairs especially my gold pointed heels and for a minute there I thought I blacked out.

      <insert wrath of Rhea here>

I will not expound on what happened after that because things did get ugly although I did find out that Oreo has some anxiety issues ergo the chewing. Everyone learned a lesson that day; my sisters learned to NEVER leave my door open and to take care of stuff that they borrowed, Oreo learned to NEVER touch my shoes and my stuff  (I think I traumatized her with my screaming) and I learned to be optimistic and resourceful …or I tried to. Below are the boots that I revived from the tragic chewing of Oreo, I replaced the laces with extra ones from my tennis shoes and I got a razor and “ripped” the other pair to even it out. Let’s just say I tried to pass it off as the “grunge look”. <sigh>

(TOP: Nautical Striped longsleeves; Forever 21/ SHORTS: Vintage/ TURBAN: knitted; Forever 21/ SCARF: Icing/ BOOTS: Necessary Clothing/ EARRINGS: from Mommy Babe/ WATCH: New York and Company/ PURSE: birthday gift from Paolo and Lucia)

Feeling drab with the loss of 3 pairs of shoes

The Victim: My pair of boots that I bought from NYC during a birthday trip 2 or 3 years ago

The Culprit: OREO

(I think this photo can serve as her mugshot)