Outfit of the Day: Peplumed and Booted in Black

We had a very satisfying day, the highlight of which was performing at an open mic of 20 talented songwriters in Duluth, Georgia (see Eddie Owen Presents).  It was a freakishly cold day and that meant only one thing — time to awaken the sleeping jackets!

OK. . . I look like a duck. Quack.

This jacket was a thrift store find. I bought it for 3 reasons: 1) it’s well made, 2) it’s velvet but matte, and 3) it has a peplum.

I love a peplum. I was unaware that it made a comeback recently but I don’t care much for trends. In fact, I love peplumed garments because they remind me of bustles, which will probably never be resurrected.  Sure, Vivienne Westwood made a go at it and they looked smashing on the runway. But I can’t see a modern woman sporting a bustle.  Can you? How would she drive her car without flattening the thing? Just imagine her making a grand entrance to a party with deflated bunched-up fabric against her bum. Sad.

Peplums are like demure bustles. They say, “I want to make your butt look bigger, but not too much, OK? Heehee!” Why exactly this excites me, I can’t say.  It sure does amuse me.  Maybe it’s because I like a little humor in what I wear.

I confess: I’m a little knock-kneed.

A view from the top!

And here are my vintage Dr. Martens 20-eye lace boots. I got them for a steal at Ebay from a very nice seller. They are unique because they don’t have the trademark yellow stitching DMs usually have.

Haha, I say that now but, to be honest, after I bid on them, I started sweating bullets when I noticed too late the lack of yellow along the sides.  “Fake”, my brain whispered.  Maybe . . .  Then Bronne pointed out another disturbing thing: the soles are not the usual transparent DM soles with the ridges.  “FAKE!!!”, my brain screamed.  As the end of bidding neared, I stared at my laptop and willed someone to bid even just a mere 50 cents higher than me.  But, alas, I won. And the evil shoe gods laughed with glee.

Then I did a little googling. OK, a lot of it. I learned that DM does produce non-yellow-stitched boots and their soles are not always transparent. In fact, these were Made in England and they have a registered no. on their soles that can be traced and thus proves THEY ARE NOT FAKE. So take that, evil shoe gods. Who’s laughing now, you cruel clog deities!

Anyways, I love these boots. I’m very partial to combat-looking boots. Probably because they remind me of my dad’s army boots. My dad is/was the best man I know and his choices and actions have shaped my life tremendously. He was a proud military officer, but a gentle man. He used to bring us to his barracks when my brother and I were kids and we christened his men, according to their physical appearances, after characters from the comic strip, ‘Beetle Bailey’. I was mesmerized whenever they did their formations. And their marching chants to the rhythm of boots against the ground were music to my ears.

Why I included this photo, I don’t know. I hate my face sometimes. Especially tonight. I thought I looked good but this photo, snickering, proved otherwise. But I’m posting it to memorialize my hair, to show everyone WHY NOT TO CUT YOUR OWN HAIR.

Yes. I cut my own hair. Back in the Philippines, my mom usually cut my hair. When I wanted to get pampered, I would walk to the next street and have our neighbor cut it. She ran a salon from her living room. It smelled of dye and burnt hair from hair dryers. No fancy salon sinks here. Clients bend over to get shampooed from a bathroom-type sink, their crowns often greeted by the faucet jutting out — bonk!  Anyways, my hair loved Nancy-the-friendly-neighborhood-hairdresser.  It thrived after she cut it.

So, because I can’t imagine anyone else cutting my hair here, I started doing it. It’s not so bad NOW. But there was a time I didn’t have my glasses on and I cut my hair. Hahaha. That was 2 months worth of hat-wearing.

And because Bronne wanted to memorialize his outfit, I’m including it here.

Look at him. His eyes are half-closed but he still looks great (grumble!). Guess who cuts his hair? (Evil grin.)

This is Bronne’s signature look: black top and red pants. It took us a long time to find him red jeans and I think we got these at Marshall’s or Ross, two of our very favorite shops. Actually, we call them our treasure haunts.  We go through the racks until we find a treasure and for a bargain, too. I got my first pair of Dr. Martens from a Ross.  Bronne found two very nice Ben Sherman button-downs for a song (“♪♫ Twenty Dollars! Twenty Dollars! ♪♫). Often we leave empty-handed, but that just makes the treasure hunt more exciting each time!

His red-striped Addidas sneakers. I almost typed ‘rubber shoes’ which gives you a clue how ancient I am.

Who am I kidding? I practically revealed it when I mentioned the comic strip, ‘Beetle Bailey’.

Bronne has a collection of belt buckles. This, I think is one of his top three faves. He’s Superman, my husband, and his kryptonite: belt buckles and British-branded shirts!!! This superhero goes weak-kneed at the sight of a unique buckle or a Ben Sherman shirt. On sale, of course.

And lastly,

Bronne sandwiched between red pillows, having a conversation with Ladybug. He’s telling her about our open mic experience, which was pretty good. But, boy, were we tired tonight.

I wanted to be in this photo but Katie refused to take our picture. What a diva.



I confess that I’ve recently gone shoe-crazy.  I bought several pairs online within this month alone. So ashamed am I of my spending spree that I’ve yet to tell Bronne how many pairs I’ve bought exactly. Just now I took a pause to count them all.  I cringe.

But here I am, all covered in shame-induced goose pimples, blogging about my new shoes — several of which I’ve yet to receive.  Despite my shame I knew that, once USPS and FedEX came to drop my purchases off at my doorstep, I’d be too thrilled to feel remorse.  Only today I received a very big box containing my thigh-high boots. Bronne remarked how beautiful I looked as I beamed happily when he handed me my package. That made me feel a little guilty.

I can justify my recent footwear frenzy with two reasons: First, an important upcoming birthday. More than any occasion, I’ve always treated myself when I’ve a birthday coming up. Second, I wanted to reward myself for having lost weight recently — YAY!!! Still, treating and rewarding oneself is a far cry from my shoe-shopping extravaganza.

I used to distrust online shops. I believed that most of them aren’t legit or are just out to dupe you of more money when you’re about to check out.  But, about 2 months ago, I bought 2 pairs of Doc Martens at the outlet shop, mjrsales.com. I got them for way less than half the price because they were both “New with Defects“.  What defects, you may ask? Both pairs had the word “sample” written on their soles. Because I don’t walk around exposing the soles of my shoes to people, I was fine with it.  So happy was I with my new purchases that I allowed myself to venture to another online shop . . . then another . . .  then another . . .

Though I went shoe-crazy, I shopped only for great deals. There are lots of nice-looking low-priced shoes out there, but not all of them are made well and with choice materials.  I’m not into trends. I buy clothes and shoes that I feel good about and I know will last me years.  So I did my research on shoe labels and read reviews on fit and construction on shoes that I really liked.  Not all of them passed my standards.  When they do, I’d ask myself, “Am I willing to pay this much for this fantastic pair of  footwear fabulousness?” Often, the answer was no. But, guilty me, a few times the answer was OMIGOD–YES!!!

An example of a “OMIGOD–YES!!!!” moment would be when I saw this pair here:

The Messeca Coraline Pink Tie-Dye Wedge

I love shoes that are either quirky/fun or dark/deadly.  The Messeca Coraline in Pink Tie-Dye falls into the first category and I saw myself enjoying many Springs and Summers wearing them.  I know they were the IN shape  two years ago and now lower-priced copies abound online.  I don’t know how original Messeca‘s design is.  My only concern was how stable and easy-to-wear they were. I wouldn’t want to be strutting around in my quirky and fun wedges only to wobble clumsily to the floor. That would be no fun. But I chose to believe the reviews that said they were pretty comfy and stable, and I bought them.

Comparing different shops, the Messeca Coraline’s original price ranges from a jaw-dropping $350 to a still head-shaking $170.  But, after some googling and coupon hunting, I got them from karmaloop.com for — wait for it — $27.16, including shipping!  They’re still for sale, too, so if you like ’em, go to this page and see if they have your size!

I didn’t have to wait long because Karmaloop.com sent me my wedges in two days! Here are some (phone) pics.

The tie-dye uppers are made of real leather and the heel is made from light wood, not plastic which I  hate.  The suede-like foot bed keep your bare or socked feet from sliding forward as you walk.  And the soles are rubber and keeps  klutzes like me from slipping!

POSITIVES: They’re quite comfy and, if you’re used to walking in heels, easy to walk in. NEGATIVES: They wobble a bit on uneven ground and walking downhill can be a challenge — not unusual for wedges, though.

The Messeca Coraline Wedges are high but the hidden platform makes the height manageable.

I’m not a pink-loving girl but I love these shoes PRECISELY because they’re tie-dyed pink.  Bronne felt iffy about the color and we both agreed that a darker color would probably fit my mostly-black wardrobe better.  Then today — what a coincidence! — I chanced upon another pair of Messeca Coralines at ashburyskies.com:

The Messeca Coraline Multi-Metallic

They were on sale from $169.95 to $59! But despite my footwear-frenzy, my frugal self surfaced. I knew I wasn’t going to part with almost $60 for this pair, especially after paying less than half of that for the pink tie-dye ones.  So I went coupon hunting again and found one that takes $20 off any purchase. So I got them for $39, with free shipping, I’m quite happy-ashamed to say.  Hey! They’re still on sale and in 3 colors, too, so click this and find out if the site has your size!

That’s just the tip of my shoe-crazed iceberg, folks. And I’d rather not talk about my other shoes. Yet. 🙂

MHL Project: Spats from Dad’s Old Leather Jacket

A contraction of spatterdashes, spats are a type of footwear accessory covering the instep and ankle. They first came out in the late 19th century from military origins.  They were worn to protect shoes from dust, mud, water, etc.  You’ve probably seen them before but didn’t know what they were called.  I sure didn’t.

Spats and the tropical heat and humidity in the Philippines do not mix.  You’d be a fool to wear long socks — much more if you wear spats.  But here in Georgia, with it’s cold and often windy fall and winter months, they are great for keeping your legs warm.  Also, I like the way they look on my legs. 🙂

My latest project is to make spats from my dad’s old leather jacket.

I wish I had the photo of my dad happily wearing his Wilson’s leather jacket.  He bought it in Hawaii in the 80’s when he was touring the US with a theatre troup.  When he came home to the Philippines, with it’s tropical and humid climate, he never got to wear it again.  It hung in my parent’s closet for a decade.  He took it out once to clean it with mink oil and officially gave it to me.  It was too big for me but my brother didn’t want it.  I cared for it after that, cleaned it the way he showed me.  But I never got to wear it.

Bronne didn’t get to meet my dad but I knew my dad wouldn’t have minded him to have his jacket.  Before he left for Georgia, I showed Bronne the leather jacket and it fit him perfectly.  Plus, Georgia’s winters would assure that it will get worn again.  I was glad that it was going to have new adventures with a new owner three decades later.

It spent two months travelling in a crate with the many things I couldn’t leave behind.  Maybe I didn’t pack it carefully enough (although I thought I did); maybe it was the many years it hung unused in my parent’s jam-packed closet.  Whatever it was, the moment Bronne put my dad’s leather jacket on, the seam along the spine and right arm ripped.

I deliberated on how to mend it, or if it could still be saved.  One thing I was sure of, it won’t get thrown away or donated.  Just thinking about how my dad beamed while wearing it in his Hawaii photo, I knew I had to keep it or, at least, a part of it with me.  Two years after I stored it along with my other future projects, I finally made my mind up to make my own spanking pair of spats.

Here they are:

It entails sewing but it’s not that hard and is inexpensive, too.  Aside from the jacket, I used seam binding, two leather strips, two 8-inch garters, two buttons, needle and thread, some alligator clips, and a pair of scissors.

I prepared a gif slide show to show you how I made it.  If you have questions, please feel free to ask via comment section.

The leather strips I used came from leather pants I thrifted recently.  The garters I used have holes in them for buttoning.  I salvaged them from some old clothes I got from freecycle,but I’m sure you can get it at any craft or fabric store.  I thought mine were black but they turned out to be dark blue and it shows in the photo.  But they helped hold my spats up and kept them from turning round and round while I walked.  I wore them for a whole evening at an art exhibit and they stayed in place like a good doggy.  Plus, they received a couple of nice compliments so they’re very pleased.

I’m planning to turn the rest of the jacket into a leather vest, since I don’t have one (and have always wanted a none-sleazy-looking one).  It’s going to be a challenge because the leather has lost its strength and suppleness.  But I’m going to do it so watch out for that.

I hope this inspires you to upcycle your old stuff, or maybe even to make your very own pair of spats.  Happy upcycling! 🙂

Three Projects, a Steal, and an Outfit for a Sunny Day

Smile, lovelies!


It’s sunny today and B. and I are going for a walk around the campus to stare at the flowering trees and bushes.  I decided to blend in the flora’s purple and pink splendor with this outfit.  I finally get to show some skin and feel the sun.

There’s a downside to all of this warmth, though, and it is this: I can no longer hide my body under layers of clothes.  This means I have to face what I’ve piled on to my body during the winter (darn you, Persian and Indian buffets!).  All the flab and the lumps — arghhh!  I hate them!  I keep telling myself, tomorrow I will start working out again.  Do some running now that it’s warmer.  Maybe do some kickboxing.  Go to the neighborhood gym especially since it’s free.  But it’s sooooo difficult to take that first step.  Please, SOMEBODY SLAP ME so I can move my butt to the treadmill!

Anyways, I’ve been busy with three little projects.  I made two hats.  Well, I thrifted the hats then altered/embellished them to make them more ME.

First, the ombre berry hat.  It was ugly when I thrfited it back home.  Hideous, even!  It had all these leatherette cords and yucky brown flowers around it.  Plus it was wide-brimmed and really silly.  But I loved the color and it was good quality felt.

What I did:  I shortened the brim and used the cut material as a band.  Then I cut some leaf shapes and sewed them onto the band. Voila!

Second, the baby pink angora cloche.  I thrifted this hat from Goodwill for $2.59.  I bought it because I had an angora scarf with the same color.  When I got home, I realized that the wool sweater I bought for felting was the same exact color, too!  Talk about serendipity!  I had finished felting it and I knew I could use it to embellish the hat. 🙂

What I did:  I felted the wool sweater then cut out leaf and flower shapes.  Sewed them onto the cloche.  Tadaaa!!!

Now, the third is what I call the orchid cuff and it’s also made from the wool sweater that I felted.  Look:

Staring at it now, it looks more like an angel than an orchid.  It’s still a work in progress, though.  I’m trying to see what else I can add to it.

Then, a steal.  But first, a confession: I have a lot of sunglasses.  Aviators, angled and round ones, huge ones, tiny ones… A lot.  But when I saw these purple sunnies…

… and for $1.29 (brand new at the clearance rack at Burlington Coat Factory), I just couldn’t resist it!

As for my outfit, I’m wearing a blue-violet shift dress that I think I will shorten just a little.   Don’t you think taking two inches off it would make it flare out less awkwardly?

On top, I have on a very thin color-blocked cardigan which is quite fun, actually, because you can button it up in different ways.  I left it open today because it was very hot.

My necklace was given to me by a fellow musician, Bayang Barrios, who is also one of the most talented performers in my country.  She and I got to know each other during my theater days and renewed that friendship during my musical stint in Korea.  She surprised me with this handmade necklace when we got home.  Thanks again, Bayang! 🙂

And for my footwear: Dansko sandals, the comfiest pair you can wear on your feet.  I mean it!  They’re a bit expensive, though, ranging from $110 to $125.

But I got mine for $3 back home.  Thrifted and almost brand new!  I’m so lucky!  Woohooo!!!

Err… Don’t hate me.


Man Hands Melancholy and a Quickie Alteration

Today I woke up feeling melancholy. Maybe it’s the weather; the cold, especially.  I’ve never been this cold this long.  I feel like a package of ham living inside the fridge.  My body is so forking confused.  Why the hoot is it so cold yet blindingly sunny outside?  What the heck is that?  Where I came from, if it’s forking sunny then you can be darned sure it’s going to be hot.  You know what to wear and have your shades and bottled water at the ready.  Here, you bring your shades, and your coat, AND your hat, AND your gloves , AND your scarf — but you might not need them.  So bring a big bag.  Con-forking-fusing, I tell you.  Growl.

Ew. Reading what I just wrote, I realized I sounded a bit like that Palin woman with all her “hoot” and “heck” and whatever.  But, when it comes to writing, I can’t bring myself to be hardcore.  I’m out of practice.  I am still too much the high school music teacher of a traditional Catholic school.  At least I didn’t say “hopey-changey”.  I would have barfed into my laptop.  You hear that?  BARFED.


In an attempt to feel better, I thought I’d wear the frilly blouse I thrifted back home and walk around the house doing that booby shake thing Latin dancers do.  Surely that would lift my spirits as well as my bust line.  I’m not really into the frilly and the frou frou BUT I liked this one because it’s black and looked elegant despite the ruffles.

The frilly blouse also had frills at the end of its sleeves.  But, with the help of my trusty scissors, I took them off!  Err… in my excitement, I forgot to take a ‘before’ photo of the whole blouse.  But you get the picture.

I was careful not to cut into the seams, of course, to prevent fraying.  I’ll use the frill fabric for a future project.  I think the blouse now looks a hundred times better.

Black frilly long-sleeves:  thrifted back home
Brown asymmetrical wool skirt with lace edging:  thrifted back home
Brown tights: Hue, Macy’s, 3 for $18 rip off (joke)
Brown metal neck piece embedded with real flowers:  I got this from a bazaar back home.  It’s quite heavy!
Brown headband that stays in place whatever you do:  Goody, 2 for $1 at Big Lots

I really love these!  They’re lovely-deadly, but oh-so soft and comfy.

Brown pointy leather boots with stitching design:   Mango, thrifted back home for less than $5!!!

I smiled in my photos and I felt better for a while.  Then I went back to my cold workstation and stared at my mess for a few hours, feeling wholly frozen.  Boo-hoo.

MHL Thrifting Trip: Goodwill and Big Lots

Yesterday, I did something I’m quite proud of.  I went out all by myself.

You see, I could never leave the house when B.’s not here to drive me around.  It’s embarrassing to admit but I never learned to drive.  I’m terrified of it, and it was one of the fears I decided to get over while I’m here.  But having gone through a car accident a few weeks ago which totaled our beloved Scion XB, Snowy (he was like our pet), only made me more afraid.  Still, I promised B. I’d get driving lessons come spring.

Luckily, Goodwill is just a few minutes walk away from our place.  I’ve been there twice with B. but I’ve always wanted to go by myself.  Although he’s been patient and even enjoys shopping with me, when there’s nothing for him in the racks, I feel guilty about letting him wait for me .  So today, after B. left for class, I decided to go there after I finished a few chores.  It was like a reward.

Before I left, a little green doggy wanted to come along.  He said he’d hide in my bag so I wouldn’t look ridiculous.  But I told him to stay home and guard the apartment instead.  Then I gave him a snuggle-kiss and headed off to Goodwill.

Looking around at Goodwill, I realized just how much stuff people accumulate and discard. Had I owned the clothes on the racks, I don’t think I could have given them up.  They were in good condition; definitely could still be worn, and surely could be upcycled.  I bet some of the clothes and knick knacks were once gifts people pondered over to give their loved ones.  This reminds me of the movie, “The Grinch”.  Near the end, when the grinch revealed why the people in Whoville disgusted him, he said something like, “And do you know where all these gifts end up?  It all goes to me as your garbage!”  I guess it’s better that things end up in Goodwill.  At least they have a chance to find a new home.  But what about items that never get sold?  Where do they eventually go?

I bought 2 scarves for a buck ten each.  Do you like them?

I know.  They look like boas and that’s exactly why I love them.  I’ve always had a thing for feather boas but I don’t think I have the neck or the guts for it.  These furry scarves are great substitutes.  The aqua blue one is fabulous because it’s ultra soft and you can wear it in 2 ways.  I have a purple one just like it that I thrifted at home.  The red one isn’t as soft, so I might use it as material for a future project.  We’ll see.

Last Christmas, a crafty friend told me she bought her yarn at Big Lots for a dollar each.  Although I doubted the yarn would still be there (and besides she went to a different branch), I went to Big Lots before going home.  Lo and behold, I found piles of lovely-lush yarn!  They were selling for 1.50 each but I thought they were well worth it.  I bought all these:

I’m so excited!  I think I may do some macrame soon.  Incidentally, I love that lady manning the Big Lots counter.  When she saw my basket filled with yarn, she was impressed.  “Good girl!” she said.  It made me laugh.   I was grateful for her kindness because at Goodwill, the girl manning the counter was grumpy and kind of mean when I got confused with the card-swiping.  She looked at the people behind me and rolled her eyes.  So, Big Lots lady, you really made my day; Goodwill girl, grow up!

Yesterday’s outfit was:

Knitted dirty-grey bonnet: bought in Incheon Airport, Korea (Chris if you’re reading this, I wouldn’t have bought it without your help!  So thanks!)
Knitted green long sleeves: thrifted back home
Denim grey/black A-line skirt: thrifted back home
Black V-neck blouse: thrifted back home
Green tights: thrifted back home
Black slouchy boots: thrifted back home
Yellow bracelet watch: a gift from my mom’s friend
Blue gloves/mittens:  Roeckl, thrifted back home
A happy smile: my parents

In case you don’t know yet, if I say “thrifted back home“, it means the price tag was possibly less than a dollar unless I indicate otherwise. 🙂

I was excited to finally use this shoulder bag today:

I don’t know if it’s vintage, but I do know it’s a genuine Francois Marot.  I love this bag because it’s elegant and, though it doesn’t look it, really quite spacious.  I thrifted it for (don’t hate me now) less than a dollar!  I’ve been very lucky with Francois Marot bags.  I think I thrifted about 4 shoulder bags and 2 clutches all in great condition and all for less than 2 dollars.  I think it’s greedy to own so many Francois Marots, and I really saved them from the landfills in the hopes of selling them in the future.  Maybe.

That’s all, lovelies!  Have a wonderful day!

Would You Wear This: Miu Miu shoes

Hello there!

Thrift stores back home are a thrifter’s dream.  If one’s patient enough to look through every piece of clothing hung along the racks, one could find really exciting treasures.  I have found secondhand designer clothes (Donna Karan, Betsey Johnson, Marc Jacobs, Yohji Yamamoto, etc.) in great condition.  Some are even new with a tag, perhaps overstock or samples.  There’s also a shoe section which I used to snub.  I just couldn’t imagine myself wearing shoes that’s been on another person’s feet.  One time, though, a friend of mine prodded me to venture into that section with her, and, boy, was I thrilled to find some great shoes that looked brand new, and even new ones!  Ever since that day I became a thrift store shoe hunter as well.  I had my standards, though.  Nothing smelly (but of course!) or ratty beyond repair, the soles should be only slightly scuffed, no creases that looked like folds on a bulldog’s face, and no strange stains. I searched for shoes with ‘personality’, ones that I won’t be able to buy at any department store.  The thrift stores definitely had those.

One pair I found was this Miu Miu shoe that greeted you earlier.  She seemed polite and kind of a square (her square-toe says it all).  She’s a bit into indoor sports like bowling, and will never ever be late for a game.

Aren’t I cute?

When I found her, I thought she was cute.  Until…

... I saw this!


She was polite-square-sp0rty-prompt at the front, and weird-unexpected-(and, yes) a little kinky at the back.  And I wanted her!  She was a steal BUT I stopped myself from buying her because I never buy anything I wouldn’t be able to wear or turn into something new.  Where would I wear her?  Besides, I looked online and, though I knew Miu Miu had a penchant for weird looking heels, I didn’t see any picture of this shoe anywhere.  I read from another blogger, though, that designers often make other versions of their runway look to make it more palatable and affordable for the average consumer.  I couldn’t tell if this shoe was one of them.

What do you think?

Each time I went back to the thrift store, I was half-hoping she’d still be there or that somebody had already bought her so I wouldn’t have to think about her.   I became  self-conscious of the amused stares of the thrift store owners as I examined her every time I was there.  I probably was the only one looking at the Miu Mius, let alone, touching them.

A few weeks went by and I was feeling a bit blerrrgh, and, therefore, weak enough to fall into the shopper’s panic pit (you know, when you feel you just have to buy something).  I saw that she was still there.  I thought…

  1. Well, she is made well so she couldn’t be a fake and is probably one of those affordable versions.
  2. And I could wear her on stage when I start performing again.  People kind of expect you to wear crazy things when you’re rocking the piano and singing.
  3. She intrigues me and I could stare at her and get inspired.

… you know, crappy reasons like that.  Hahaha!  So, less than 3 dollars later, here she is with me and I’m still asking the most important question I should have asked myself before I bought her:

Do I have the guts to wear her?  Would people’s stares (and they will stare) bother me or not?

I guess I have to wear her to find out.

Today, I have no outfit.  No, I’m not walking around naked.  Later today, B. and I will play badminton and I’m already wearing my gear.   It is not very interesting.  One pet peeve I have about sports wear is the logo.  I’m no sports brand whore but, from experience, I know they do tend to last longer.  And I don’t buy branded sportswear just because.  They have to pass my sight and touch scrutiny just as much as the other stuff I buy.

But just to let you in on how crazy I can be: I don’t feel great about mixing up the logos.  Like, if I’m wearing a Nike top, I’d feel really strange about wearing an Addidas bottom.  So strange that I’d almost feel itchy.  In my mind, they are constantly arguing.  Like:

“I’m better than you, Nike!”, says the Addidas striped pants in German.

“Well, I’m more stylish.  Stripes are sooooo last decade!”, retorts the green Nike top.

Wouldn’t that constant arguing make you feel itchy?

Anyways, since we’ve been on that subject, I will show you today’s shoes.

Light leather sneakers with glitzy laces and rhinestones at the sides.

And then later at the courts:

Get ready to run after the birdie, B.!

The birdie, for those of you who don’t know it, is the shuttlecock, the thing we use in lieu of a ball.  So, no.  I wasn’t being dirty.  Teehee! 😛

White leather sneakers:  some shoe line with a signature for a label, thrifted
Blue and white badminton shoes:  Mizuno

Have a joyfully creative and creatively joyful day everyone!
Man Hands Lizzie