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It was a windy Saturday afternoon. In between juggling a stick of isaw, a frappe and holding down my wayward skirt, I managed to catch these great finds from the weekend bazaar. A striped dress for my ate, lolita top, more lolita tops, a peacock coctail ring and my short-term goal----a high-waisted 70s denim shorts. Wear one while you still can, that's my new mantra. My old mantra was ' No pain for the vain'. I think I found my new calling, lifecoach. hehe.
Since forever, I've always dreamed of having a Clubmaster. Its brow-line frame is the epitome of coolness, but an authentic one is downright money drainer so gawd bless tiangges for making a mock-up. You have made my life fuller and enriched.

You're candy land to me. Two things happen right when I step into a bazaar. I forget my name and I lose track of time. But i'm wise wiser now, and with much restraint I bought things I need, not want. See, that's Dr.Phil in the works. The Rotary Four-way test guiding me along the way:  Is it the truth? Is it fair to all concerned? Will it build goodwill and better friendships? Will it be beneficial to all concerned?

Save for the little girl in me holding a lolli, I will be back.