For those of you who know me, I have an unhealthy obsession with dresses. About a third of them I refer to as an art collection (mainly because I find their design interesting/beautiful and they haven’t been worn). I’m amassing my collection (a mix of designers/friends designs, mainstream Target/H&M/FCUK and mommy’s vintage) before I must sustain myself on cans of beans (ugh, I hate beans) and washaterias (you know how places like New York are).

My friend Eunice joined me for my annual homage to the garage sale (the rest of our party could not make it, more for us right?). The setting is never glamorous (unlike Neiman’s “sales”), but you overlook it because you know how wonderful the deals are from local boutiques. All you want to do is just want to reach out and touch the Marc Jacobs, Miss Davenport and even Bottega Veneta, or in my case, come home with Vena Cava and Lia Kes. (I sense red satin hanger treatment.) My purchases remind me of The Age of Feminine Drawing, an inspirational/artsy book that I love flipping through.

Okay, I started playing with photo booth, which I think is quite possibly one of the funnest inventions. Ever. The dresses are Vena Cava (the accordion pleated skirt actually has screenprint of cans across it) and the mustard yellow blouse is Lia Kes. As Kristan well knows from shopping at the Mall of Angie (I’m thinking of upgrading to Galleria of Angie, has a nice ring), if you’re one my good girlfriends (well, I guess if you were a guy and you really wanted to), you can borrow my clothes for free.

As my parents see it, I’m just wasting money. Whatever the case may be, I sure feel purdy.

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I just have to say I’m very excited because Luxury Brand Management arrived (although I’m uncertain as to when I’ll read it since I stlll have to finish The Cult of the Luxury Brand on Asia).