current wishlist.

Collating all my desires in the organized form of a wishlist blog post somehow eases the pain (sniffle) of not actually owning any of the following items - think of it as a humble acceptance of the devastating fact that these items might never be mine (I mean this in the least masochistic way possible). Anyway, a girl can dream - hence this post.

1. Marc Jacobs crossbody bag. I saw about twenty three people carrying a sleek black version of this beautifully simple bag in NYC, meaning I need one too. But really though, it's compact and cute and I love how the strap is both chain and leather.

2. Kate Spade bangles. After I skipped delightedly in a circle upon putting my new Kate Spade iPhone case on my baby, I couldn't help but skip delightedly around the rest of the store, checking out the equally cute jewelry. These striped bangles are a perfect mix of preppy and girly.

3. Proenza Schouler PS11 Hologram. ...So what if I only want a PS11 because Rumi has one. Seriously though, the hologram version beats the solid colored PS11s any day. Who doesn't like things that change color at every angle?!

4. Clarisonic. I've heard nothing but rave reviews about Clarisonic's AWESOME range of uber-exfoliating brushes, and I really want one of my own! I love that they're gentle yet offer a thorough, deep clean, which is extremely necessary for my hormonal teenage skin. Scrubbing your face furiously with grit-filled "exfoliating" gel is SO long ago.

5. Strappy black heels. Although this particular Giuseppe pair are a tad out of my range, I've recently fallen in love with the sexy-badassness of thick strappy heels. I feel like they have the power to update even a granny-esque nightdress, which is pretty amazing. Who needs generic platforms and pumps anymore?

6. Prada wallet. I'm currently saving up for, I guess you could say, my first "proper" wallet (aka Prada). I've never been fussed enough to have a fancy wallet until I recently had the epiphany that I can't be carrying my money in plastic bags or cheap coin purses for my entire life, because as I grow older, my wallet will begin to house credit cards and infinitely more important things than lunch money and allowance. And what better than a timeless Prada wallet to take care of all that?

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What's on your current wishlist?

things i hate.

A warning in advance: This is going to be a pessimistic, negative and somewhat grumpy post, as exam results are coming out this week... yeah, no further explanation needed. Veena is grumpy this week, and therefore her blogging will be a little grumpy too. Today, I'm going to talk about things I hate. Look, I even made sets on Polyvore representing all these crappy things that make me annoyed!

In my opinion, you're only eligible to wear bustiers (or "bralets") if you have the body for it. No one wants to see a plus-size babe bursting out of one of these, nor do they want to see a lanky, flat-chested person with a bustier hanging loosely off their shoulders (sorry, I'm being kind of a bitch right now as you can probably tell). I certainly don't have the body for one of these, and I don't think many people do. Another danger with these provocative tops is that its easy to look a little too slutty in them, regardless of how much you cover up your other assets. To me, bustiers are suitable for a few occasions only: with a high-waisted bandage skirt for parties/clubbing, or with daisy dukes for concerts and festivals (coachella, sigh).

Another article of clothing that annoys me: leggings. Like I mentioned with bustiers, these are only appropriate for certain body types. If you're short, these probably aren't for you. If you don't have lean, long perfect legs, these aren't for you. If you're gonna wear a crop top or a shirt of normal length, these also aren't for you. LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS. It is not at all decent for people to trot around with their tush out if they're wearing leggings, because leggings are not pants and you need to cover up your butt if you're going to wear leggings okay it's just the way the world works. But there's an exception made for dancers. Leggings are okay, for anyone and everyone. And it's okay to have your tush out if you're a dancer because dancers are special.

Okay I've made exceptions for both bustiers and leggings because in fairness, SOME people can pull them off, but platform high-tops are a massive no-no. They're seriously just disgusting. They make me nauseous. Perhaps you'll reconsider if you ever reach a seriously desperate stage in your life (cue Regina George's Juicy'd up mommaa)... But I doubt most of you will become botoxed, glammed-up OCD mothers who serve their teenage-daughters mocktails (if you don't understand my Mean Girls references I will be very sad), therefore you should all avoid these horrific heeled-sneakers. There's just no reason any sane human being would deem these acceptable to flaunt in public - let alone design them and make people pay outrageous prices for them. Okay my evil ranting is done. I promise you won't see another post of this nature in a long time.  

 

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