Kitty Kodak Moments.

I have attached a new link: Ittybittykittycommittee. It's obviously not a fashion blog and I'll put it in the right category sometime soon, but meanwhile, if you like kittens go check it out. I think it's such a great idea.

Foster parents of kitten orphans set up blog to follow the trials and tribulations of the kitties growing or dying, and recording their funny moments in a Laura Ashley home. Very sweet photos that though looked suspiciously set up, portray kitties in such endearing light that you want to go adopt some quick. Of course, the foster parents must be lauded for their generosity - taking care of a bunch of baby kittens is no walk in the park.

Our local cat welfare society should take note. This is marketing or PR at its best, my cynical side feels, but at the same time, I just can't resist. Awwww, the kitties are so cute...I'm so emotionally blackmailed...

Shoe dream comes true

Meets all my Criteria:
1. Comes in Shiny Prettie Gold. Like a crow, I'm very attracted to shiny stuff.
2. Has cute Ballie in front, and a small spare besides it.
3. Slimming silhouette.

By Pierre Hardy. My F A V O U R I T E pair by far. Buy at Aloha Rag. Original Price USD600 odd now on sale for USD 200 odd. And it comes in my size. I swear it will take you everywhere. And will match everything in the wardrobe, including my sleepwear.

//Update: Just met a friend who was under impression that I have purchased the above pair, probably because of the misleading blog title. Sorry. Nah, not brave enough... have to try before buying.

My two favourites of the Moment

Homer & Mongkut.

Hair raising experience.

If you have wavy or curly hair, you will know it is such a herculean task to find a hairstylist who can read the psyche of your non straight hair.

My maid wanted to cut her hair. When she arrived last year in August, she had a crew cut. Now, she looks like a Hans Andersen mermaid. When I asked her over dinner if she wanted a haircut, she nodded her head like crazy, so we went to a neighbourhood salon at Marine Parade the next day. It was late afternoon and the salon was empty. The maid seemed to be able to communicate with the stylist and they both seemed to have agreed on a particular hairstyle. So I left to run some errands and returned to the salon approximately 40 minutes later.

Now, you must understand she has pretty wavy hair (prior to this salon visit anyway). I was in mild shock when I returned to the salon. Her hair was completely ironed straight. Huhhhh? I was wondering.. did she decide on a rebond after I left? No way could she have her hair rebonded and cut to a layered bob in 40 minutes. That's some QB super record.

I spoke to the stylist and found out how...aargh!!!....The stylist stated in a very matter of fact manner, as in "this-is-the-best-way-to-do-it-I'm-the-wisest-no-one-has-doubted-me-before" tone, that as wavy hair is very hard to cut, she has blow dried the hair completely straight to cut and layer, as this is more efficient method.
I tried to tell her, that yes yes the hair is straight now, but if her naturally wavy hair reverts to their normal state, the curls may not fall nicely thus making the cut unbalanced and messy (all this in mandarin, mind you), the best way to cut is either, one, cut the hair the customer walks into salon with, when it's completely natural so that you can gauge better, or two, cut the hair when it's wet, and trim when dry to refine cut.

The hairstylist gave me this incredulous look, like it was the most ludicrous thing she has ever heard. Of course, by now I understand why her salon is empty.

She then proceeded to tell me that my very short spock fringe by a respected senior hairstylist based in Orchard Road is not special enough, she can help me trim it to angle more sharply at the side. I could not control my shuddering at that point and me and the maid made a quick escape.

If the maid's haircut turns out weird the next day, I thought, we should execute a hair rescue operation and find another hairstylist. But I didn't get to find out - the maid had pinned up and tied her hair the next day, and also the day after. So much for observation and analysis, I shall have to breach sensitive subject.

Image from http://www.laurel-travel.ru/kreo/bad_hair.html. More hair-raising hairstyles can be found there.

Pierre Hardy

While waiting for the lights to change at the Siglap junction, I queried the Mother on if we should buy the US Vogue March Issue, and she said, why yes, it’s really value for money. They have the thickest issues for March and September. Spot on!

A pair of heels totally bowled me over – by Pierre Hardy- It was in one of Nordstrom pretty ad illustrations, and also in the fashion spread.

Mr. Hardy designed shoes for the fashion biggies like Hermes, and now he’s started his own shop at Rue de Valois in Paris at the Jardin du Palais Royal.

I remembered that Rue. I was tired, it was after work (as blur foreign intern) in the evening, and I was lost, on that specific Rue, desperately looking for the elusive English bookstore, all in a light drizzle. I was hungry, miserable and damp. I found that bookstore eventually and was glad. All that French was really getting to me, since I didn't understood 98% of it. I found a neat Berkely Paris guide book in English and was lost no more.

So, back to Pierre Hardy – the specific heels I was talking about:


I will be almost six ft in these heels, and my friends, seven.

Image from his official website.

//Update: Ooh I blogged about these crazy shoes a while back ago, well, Mr Hardy designed them for Balenciaga too!


//More update: He designed a small shoe collection for GAP Europe for Fall 07. Now, Jit F, quick quick go see if his shoes are available at Gap USA please. See below one design from Elle UK website.

Next time, rest and have a coconut.

My regular badminton kaki has gone skiing, so I decided to take a hike (heh). I left the house with 10 dollars in my pocket for a coconut, or in case I get really tired, I could flag down a taxi. No watch.

So I walked until my toes ached, and decided to head back home. I decided for greater efficiency, I shall clench my hands and swing them a little for momentum. I hopelessly wished that perhaps my waist could slim a bit more from this.
Strangely, I could not clench my fist with ease. My fingers seemed swollen, and the joints ached. I didn’t really panic, but was getting curious and irritated. I feel like I’m wearing someone else’s hands.
I continue clenching and unclenching both fists until I got home. Told the parent, who declared I shall visit the doctor the next day to find out cause. Then I looked at the giant clock in the living room …wow I’m self-impressed… I have fast-walked for 90 minutes non-stop!
I decided it’s cheaper to google instead of visiting the GP, and found out that I was getting dehydrated, something about the sodium level. If I continued, my ankle joints would follow the way of my fists. This happens on occasions to marathoners who are training. I should not over-exert myself and walk no longer than an hour (heh), and should have had the coconut.

My hands feel better now, two hours after the jog, or I wouldn’t be able to type this blog.
I’m glad the fingers are no longer stumpy.