Top from a boutique | F21 skirt | Nine West shoes
Kate Spade bag | Winky Designs watch

[ Photos by Jeffrey Hau ]

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I’ve been craving Japanese food in the form of sashimi and rolls for the past week. So yesterday, I went to one of my favorite places for sushi in Vancouver — Shiro. If you’ve never been, it’s delicious. But it gets pretty packed for dinner and you may occasionally find yourself waiting for a table.

All in all, I had a good time. How can you not have a good time with negitoro, spicy scallop, fresh oysters, toro, wild salmon, tako sashimi and some Asahi? Dinner came to an end with the bill and a pack of Pockey for dessert. I grabbed my wallet, took out my credit card and added it to the pile of plastic cards. Going back to attentively listening to the on-going conversation… for about 2 seconds, I got distracted by a striped blue and white cloth on the table beside my hand. WTF is that? My fcking underwear, AGAIN. Yes, my (clean) underwear was there, lying on the table, in a restaurant, exposed to the world.

Obviously, I snatched it up in one quick, dynamic movement that caused one person at the table to look at me with a ?!?! face. And then, I just clenched on to it. Frozen. Slightly mortified. And trying really hard not to laugh.

There seems to be a recurring theme here. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, refer to my Vegas incident. You’re probably wondering why I had underwear in my bag to begin with. I was carrying around a change of clothes with me. Pants, shirt, tank top, socks. And of all those things that I could have grabbed while grabbing my wallet, my underwear decided to be the asshole.

On a closing note, I thought this story was perfect for this super feminine and girly outfit post. Because I’m such a horrific lady.

XO,

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H&M dress | Halston Heritage clutch | Spring shoes
F21 necklace, ring | Michael Kors watch

Hi bunnies. :) I’m in Vegas right now for work, attending the Market trade show. Vegas for work? Yes, but it’s not the same as going to Vegas for pleasure. I’ve been to Vegas enough times. I think I need to go somewhere else. Dear work, please send me somewhere else. Thank you.

We flew in on Saturday and had a night out — eating, drinking, dancing, eating — followed by really fast sleeping. Aka, passing out. I was pretty excited to wear the new H&M dress I bought a few days before my trip. Yes, I shopped. But it was only $35. And it’s cute… right?

Earlier this evening, I decided that it would be a good idea to have a small bite before bed. Being tired and lazy, I pulled on a pair of leggings and wandered to the cafe downstairs with my wallet and phone. As I got off the elevator, I felt something touching my leg. I stopped and turned to see what it was. Nothing. I scanned the floor further. There it was. A foot away. Lying on the floor. My fcking underwear. Too embarrassed to think, I frantically picked it up and shoved it into my leggings.

My underwear got stuck to my leggings in my suitcase, and managed to make it down the hall, into the elevator and across the casino floor with me. Yeah it did.

XO,

Forever 21

BCBG

Don’t f*ck with my shit, Marc by Marc Jacobs

Forever 21, from @chinsquared

Alex + Chloe for Forever 21

Just a quick snapshot of my latest accessories. They all have a bit of  rocker, a bit of edge and some attitude to them. And all for a very decent price too. With the amount of accessories I have and the frequency in which my taste changes, inexpensive is probably the best way to go, especially for costume jewelry.

XO,

PS - Don’t forget to enter my Winky Designs giveaway for a chance to win 1 of 2 stylish and delicious watches!

Sparkle + Fade jacket | Forever 21 tee | American Apparel leggings | Kate Spade bag
Love Bunnie necklace | Aldo shoes, rings | Marc by Marc ring

Bling, bling. Money ain’t a thing…. if you’re a shopper extraordinaire like me. I love a good sales and finding good deals. Who doesn’t?? And if you don’t… then I don’t know what to tell you, other then you’re interesting. :)

Sale shopping is dangerous though. You can end up with a lot of stuff you won’t wear, just because it was “OMG, such a good deal!” If you don’t get any wear out of it, was it really a good deal? Or just a waste of money? Think about that one.  I’ve been severely guilty of buying things just because they were on sale, but since my closet started running out of space and being occupied by pieces that had no ROI, I started to do this: Shop sales without looking at signs or price tags. If you wouldn’t look at it at regular price, why would you buy it on sale?

Which brings me to my next point: Style is not accompanied by a price tag. I don’t know why some people just don’t get it. The jacket and shoes I’m wearing were all purchased on sale. And the glasses? They’re from Marquee. Yes, the club in Las Vegas. But who would ever know? So, just because you’re dressed head-to-toe in designer doesn’t mean you look good. I hate to break it to you, but you have to actually have, um, a sense of style.

Which brings me, to another point: Where is this shopping fund coming from? In Vancouver, there is a large chunk of girls who are always rocking the most expensive shoes, the nicest bags and the newest designer trends. And I get it — some come from wealthy families, some have “awesome” boyfriends (debatable) and others simply work hard and smart for it. Fine. But what about the ones that don’t fall in either category? How do you do it? Why do you do it? Are you broke? Do you have a plan for “making it on your own?” Does that even matter?