After a bit of shopping, I noticed that although prices are really attractive (and exciting, so exciting it ignites a fire in your eyes), the quality is usually lacking… quite a bit. But what do you expect from a skirt for $6? You should expect it to be transparent. Which is what I’ve noticed with a lot of bottom garments and dresses. They. Are. Completely. Sheer. Woo hoo!

Inexpensive, but poorly made maxi skirt, as beautiful as it is. See the gap between the elastic and the actual skirt?

This is okay. Although the material is pretty thin. If it was toilet paper, it would be 1 ply.

The sewing of the trim is a bit off, but for $6 or so, it’s good to go.

I had to get this because of the peplum style and cotton candy colors. (Reminds me of last year’s Halloween costume.) With some ironing, I’m hoping that it won’t look too tacky.

This babydoll dress cost me $100NT which is about $3.35CAD. One of the straps broke off, but…. that’s okay I guess.

I really like this pink dress with navy accents and trim. Except that it’s sheer. I kind of knew that. So I wore black shorts underneath. But you could totally see my black shorts. And my black bra. I need a slip.

I didn’t buy this from the street. I got it from Accessorize. Being that it’s similar to Claires in my eyes, this store is expensive!

Other than street shopping, I wouldn’t say that shopping in general is cheap. Boutique shopping is similar to shopping in Vancouver — some inexpensive items, but mostly regular retail prices. Not completely unreasonable, but not the type of shopping I was hoping to splurge on.

One thing I’m super jealous of are the malls and department stores. They. Are. Amazing. And beautifully merchandised. There are so many luxury stores… (for me to window shop, boo) and designer brands wherever you go. They have Zara, where prices are generally the same. But Aldo.. Aldo is expensive. It’s about 50-100% more expensive (did that make sense?) than Vancouver. And it seems to be marketed more as a “higher-end” brand than it is back in North America. Department stores also carry it. Good job Aldo.

I’m leaving to Hong Kong in a few hours. I’ll continue my shopping expedition there. Wish me luck. I can barely contain myself! Ah, and Cantonese-English speaking people!

XO,

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What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas….or at least most of it. What about the weight we gain from overeating? The massive hangover we carry onto the plane? The skin cells flaking off of our bodies from sunburn? (I guess some of that stays in Vegas.) The debt from gambling? Can that stay? No. Not even the hot guy you met likely stays. But there`s one thing for sure I don’t want staying in Vegas… my Bunnie Bag.

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I went to Las Vegas. A long anticipated and much overdue trip with my 3 best GFs. The first time I went, which was 2 years ago, I came home with an empty wallet and a bunch of junk. So this time, I vowed to be smart about what I bought. I’m a shopaholic. I’m an impulsive shopper and I buy things everything I like because I need it. As human beings, we have to satisfy our basic needs in order to survive and for me, this is it. Note: NEEDS, not wants – there’s a clear distinction. That’s right. I’m THAT girl. My living space is stuffed with stuff, cluttered with clutter. I’ll show you one day.

So, while in Vegas, I had to be very diligent with my purchases. I was so diligent that during the first couple of days, I bought (practically) nothing at all. I had a goal in mind: to make one sensible purchase that I would be really happy about. It would have to be something glamorous yet practical, and I would have to loveit. Thoughts of the Stam bag by Marc Jacobs crossed my mind. I’ve wanted it for quite some time… but I quickly dismissed the idea – I wasn’t prepared to spend that much…

Somehow, we ended up in the Chanel store at the Bellagio hotel. Somehow, we spent what felt like centuries playing dress up with accessories and drooling over bags. And somehow, I ended up walking out with a Chanel bag accompanied by a receipt with digits triple the amount I had originally intended to spend.

So in the end, I may have broke the bank, but it was completely worth it, right? I am selflessly giving in to Chanel’s marketing efforts and stimulating the American economy.  AND over the last while Chanel bags have been appreciating, which makes it a damn good investment… an asset. Besides, I really deserve it. I didn’t buy anything else. And for a shopaholic of my calibre, that’s appalling. Every girl knows, a timeless and classic piece is always a good purchase… right?? Right. Good, I don’t feel so bad.

What happens in Vegas, doesn’t always have to stay in Vegas. So it’s okay. You can come home baby.

xo Bunnie.

PS. To my BFFs, thanks for your support and for chasing away all feelings of guilt.

Oh and yes, I’m really happy.