BLOM UPDATE LG LERR

blom cukup time lg nk update my blog!!!! lgpun tak sempat nk chek internet.. ermmm, nk update citer psl EARTH HOUR ari tu pun blom sempat lg,gambar pun x upload pun.. so bila dh ada masa terluang bleh la update balik!!!

chowww...assalamualaikum!!!

In which Alber Elbaz and I think the same thoughts

From Lisa Armstrong in the Times, today

Elbaz isn't sure: “But they say in a recession that the one thing that doesn't go down is red lipstick.” Not that baldly commercial imperatives sway him. He used red because there have been many mornings, since the sunny, colourful collection that he designed more than a year ago (the one in all the magazines now, coveted by every woman conversant with modern clothes), when he woke up, switched on the news about Gaza or another failing bank and thought, Who Needs Fashion? “But, you know, it's almost like that moment when someone is told they have a disease. Either you say, OK, let me die now, or you say, I'm going to buy a beautiful dress, I'm going to go forward and I'm going to go back to lipstick. And do you know what? A good shoe or a good dress does something to you. It's not just about fashion victims. It really does do something for all women.”

Eccentric as this might seem to those not embalmed in fashion fluid, he is on to something. In The Thoughtful Dresser, Linda Grant's new book about clothes, she recounts the almost life-saving effects on female inmates of a consignment of red lipstick mysteriously delivered the to Bergen-Belsen concentration camp shortly after the British Red Cross arrived in 1945.

Tagged

The rule of this tag is that you go into my pictures, take the 6th folder and 6th picture in the folder, post it, and tell what it is.
I scanned this picture for a slide show for my sister's high school graduation.
Me and my little sister (I'm about 3 and she's 2) sitting on the stairs after my aunt (who was living with us at the time) did our hair very pretty :) Back then we looked like twins! Can you tell which is me and which is my sister?

late acne

those pants are the shit.i need them.i am searching funny adult sites for a while now but no chance so far.is there anyone who can sew them for me?let me know babes!

weekender

We're Moving!

Don't get to excited, we haven't found a house yet. I'd tell you the whole story about why we're moving, but my lovely husband likes to make fun of me for telling LONG stories.

So, to say it simply, we got the boot from our landlord before we found a house so we're moving in with my parents until we find a house to buy.

If you need our new address, send me an email: hayleylynnpeterson@gmail.com
I'd post it, but... that's personal info on the internet I don't want posted :)

Our cell numbers are staying the same.

Any questions, comments, concerns (I have plenty of my own), or suggestions on how NOT to go crazy moving in with the parents once again, don't hesitate to let me know! :)

Dancing away the Great Depression

Hopeless miscasting

She, is to play

Her

New Discovery :)

So, had a few seconds online, and discovered this fun little blog. Once again, don't know how I quite got to it, but I'm so glad I did! Way cute decor designs, keeping it cheap and recycling A LOT (totally my style! Bed made of door frames, computer desk from old kitchen cabinet, herb garden in old vases, I'm already there!). Check it out. Just click the link on the side of my blog, The Lettering Cottage. I'm totally refinishing my cabinets like she did hers when we find a house, except not black, that's too dark for me.

baboosh

when i got home from work on friday a parcel was waiting for me.yay.thanks to the superkind francesca from babooshkaboutique! i love your items.all of them.
i do have to rethink my relation to pastells though because i am fucking loving this skirt.
insight no.3888975: never say never
check out her shop here.
love eszter

jacket:ebay,shirt:h&m,skirt babooshkaboutique,shoes:colin stuart,rings:ebay

Living the Crazy Life!

At the moment, this is how I feel. Every other sentence consists of a sigh, trying to calm down, not get overwhelmed, relax even for a fraction of a breath (plus I really LOVE this picture. I'm going to try and take one like it for my Etsy page.). With work, church callings (yes, I still have TWO BIG ONES!), trying to finish dresses that have been bought, helping my sister sew a dress before she leaves, hanging out with my bro who came to visit, trying to get an Etsy shop up, searching for a house, and the dreadful thought that we have two weeks to pack up our house and move in with my PARENTS, while having no time to spend with my husband is slowly (well maybe not that slowly) making me crazy.

I don't want to go to work! I don't want to make dinner! I don't want to shave my legs! I don't want to wear anything but my pajamas!

Can I please have a break? Can't I just sit on the beach and feel the sand in my toes and sun on my face? I REALLY want to go on a cruise, but do I spend the money on that or save more money towards a down-payment? I don't know! These feelings of doubt, doom, and darkness are really eating at me. So here I go to the temple!!! (without my husband, cause he's still doing a side job)

ClO2

hi sweets,another indoor pic as it snows outside.yes,SNOW.wtf?i refuse to wear a winter jacket since weeks now but my little demonstration doesnt seem to impress the weather at all.what a cocky ass.

jacket:ebay,dress:etsy(seller:clothesmaker),thights:h&m,shoes:urbanog,bracelets:h&m+ebay

:::HUJUNG MINGGU YANG TAK BERAPA MEMBOSANKAN:::

nothing special today.... bgn tido celik mata je dh kena get ready mandikan bdk2!! tu je rutin aku everyday,non-stop asyik mengadap anak2 aku yg semakin membesar tu dan semakin nakal tahap pening kepala..hehehehh!!! tak merungut cuma kadang2 tu kena banyak bersabar dgn perangai anak2 aku tu. so today just bwk ashraf and sofia pegi jln2 beli kuih cakoi(ala yg macm tepung donut tu) and air tebu,kononnye nk bwk bdk2 pegi amik angin kt park kelana jaya(bekas lombong lerr) last sekali ari ujan la pulak!! jadi kami pun balik la umah dok diam2 je. 

YES,dah beberapa hari kalau petang je UJAN turun,asal petang je ujan! semalam pun pegi wedding member hubby pun tak dapat nk turun dri keta sbb ujan lebat so passing hadiah je lerrr. ingatkn kalau dh petang ujan,malam kira boleh gak la pegi jalan2 kt uptown Danau Kota,Setapak tp hujan lagi daaa makin tak henti2 pulak. mmg rosak planning aku nk pegi jalan2 ngan family aku. 

bila dah tak dapat gi jalan2 mana dok umah pun masih gak ada activity yg boleh dikatakan membesarkan bontot!! dok depan PC main games je lerrr,tu pun bergilir-gilir sat aku,sat nina and sat lak mummy pun ngadap PC gak. dh tension main games tgk tv tp kt astro balik2 citer tu gak, AF pun aku tak minat so aku tak bother pun sape2 yang menyanyi!!! jadi tak payah laa nk citer ngan aku pasal Akademi Fantasia(AF) yg sungguh bosan sekali. hahahahhh....

oklah aku dah mengantuk, upload video kt Facebook pun tgh lembab gilos so tunggu je lerr sampai abis upload...

chowww...assalamualaikum!!!

streetdance

the words have come and gone.i sit here, the phone rings, the cats sleeps.i am waiting to live.
weekend.
yeah.

A change of perspective

Here in Cornwall it is almost impossible to understand or remember why anyone would ever wear high heels. I think a counter-reaction has started, courtesy of Hadley Freeman:

Oh yes, this is the 21st century. Previously considered insurmountable barriers for women have been broken, glass ceilings shattered and exciting medical advances made daily. Yet when it comes to footwear, women seem to be voluntarily choosing to return to the days of footbinding, crippling themselves in the pursuit of neat little feet. You can't help remembering the times when women broke their ribs to narrow their waists. Plus ça change.

As you might have discerned by now, I am not a fan of high heels, never have been. In fact I've lost friends through wearing them, and I'm sure I'm not alone. The very few times I've reluctantly hoisted myself up into a pair for some social occasion, I've spent the entire evening grumpy, immobile and longing to leave. I hadn't even left the room at one such party when I heard an old acquaintance mutter - one who I haven't seen since, incidentally - "Christ, what's up with her?"

"Up" was the operative word in that question because I was up, all right - up about four-and-a-half inches in a pair of designer shoes I'd bought after having been promised that this label was the most comfortable around. Here's a hint: magazines and heel devotees often say things like, "Oh, you just haven't worn good heels. When you wear Manolo Blahnik / Jimmy Choo / Christian Louboutin shoes, you don't feel like you're wearing heels at all." They're lying. The only way you might not know you were wearing heels is if someone slipped them on your feet while you were sleeping, and even then they'd probably pinch you into wakefulness.

MY HAPPY DAY WIT ASHRAF!!!!

today,me and my ashraf jalan2 naik train LRT to ofis papa in KL!!! just bringing my son experience ride train and bus... it was great time together but tired a bit coz my ashraf tersangat laa LASAK. abis semua orang dalam train dia nk tegur,nk usik dh tu pulak nk didodoi nye old chinese man yg tgh tido dlm train!! nampak la jugak si cina tu tergelak ngan gelagat ashraf!! 

dh sampai ofis papa,start la perut berbunyi sbb aku tak makan since kt umah lg .. dh order makan and air(owhh,pic x sempat) so tunggu la jap sementara aku lapor diri kt orang2 kt canteen tmpat keje hubby... ooopppsss,orang2 kat canteen tu kenal aku coz aku pernah keje kat situ... sampai je nasi putih and ayam masak cendawan dah tu pekena pulak ngan air apple asam boi..fuuuhhhhhh mmg sedap!!! 

selesai je makan so we decided nk gerak balik umah... sbb aku tgk my ashraf ni dh bantai main berkejar kt canteen tu smpai tak larat nk kejar!! nakal sgt sbb tak reti nk duduk diam,abis semua orang dia nk tegur.. dh amik train then amik bus lak utk sampai ke umah!! 

tu la dia my ashraf yg baru 1st time naik bus and 2nd time naik train.. we're happy and enjoy our ride walaupun penat tp best sgt sbb dpt gak bawak my ashraf jalan2 naik public transport!! 

ni je pic yg sempat aku amik....

my ashraf  menjenguk kt tingkap tgk keta yg banyak....

my ashraf yg berdiri kt seat sbb nk tgk keta kt luar!!!

ok lah tu je nk story and kalau ada time lagi nk bwk my ashraf gi jalan2 lagi naik train!!!

chowww......

cut till you feel the ease

after a weekend of working i balanced out my soul with slicing.i feel better now.

i have to admit that i fucked up my comfy chair because i stretched the shirt on his back and now its sliced up too.how fashionforward.how expensive.

thanks to the wonderful withasianstereotypes for inspiring me.

love

eszter

CEMBURU NGAN AKU????

SCARY but TRUE.... ni bukan buat2 citer tp ni real nyer citer!!! nk dimulakan story dgn hanye satu message je utk seorang kawan yg aku kenali sejak sekolah lagi!! mmg la dia tu ex-boyfren tp aku dh xde hati langsung kt dia sbb ape yg dia pernah buat kt aku suatu masa dahulu tp ye lah citer lama x nklah diungkit lgi!!! so now i'm totally married and got 2 kids yg paling berharga sekali dlm hidup.. message tu pulak hanyelah bertanye khabar sbb dh lama x dgr ape2 berita dri dia sbb last skali dia message pun dia jemput aku time kahwin dia nnti tp not confirm yet da date so tu yg saje nk tanye2 bila hari bahagianye!!! 

but only few seconds dpt call from his number but bila answer je suara pompuan daaaa!!! dh agak dh mesti kes nak soal siasat aku la ni... tunang dia call aku tanye2 kenapa aku msge kt tunang dia yg merangkap kawan aku ni,then aku explain la kt pompuan ni yg aku just tanye khabar just like my other friends. whoaaaa...tiba2 pompuan ni nk melenting ngan aku sbb aku ni dia sangka cam nk terhegeh kt tunang dia yg pernah menyakitkn hati aku ni!!! pompuan ni tau aku dh kahwin and dh ada anak tp dia plak cam nk cemburu lebih2 la,boleh lg dia suruh letak diri aku ni kt tmpat dia yg hanya pegang satu title(tunang orang),sedangkn aku ni dh jauh la sgt title dh tu pulak dua title(HOT wifey+mummy),hehehehhh.... jdik ape masalahnye pompuan ni nk cemburukn aku!!! hellloooo,please la aku x hingin la tunang pompuan tu!!!

ok sambung lagi citer,bermulalah sesi soal jawab yg begitu la merepek sekali oleh pompuanyg aku gelar HILANG AKAL SBB TANYE SOALAN BODOH!!!! aku sendiri x tahu bila masa dia wujud pun dlm hidup kawan aku ni pun tak tau tiba2 nk kata aku ni calling2 belakang dia(kira cam stab dia from behind) tp trust me aku mmg x tau pun pasal dia!!! drpd ape yang aku dengar citer from member2 aku yg jugak member tunang pompuan yg bodos nih, umur dia lebih tua dri aku tp i dun care la klu dia tua lg dri aku so ingat senang2 je nk maki hamun aku!!! dalam aku dok dgr merepek dia maka bermula lah mulut aku yg bleh dikatakn xde 'insurance' ni meng"attack" pompuan tu ngan kata2 yg MASYA"ALLAH xboleh la aku catatkn kt blog aku ni!!! dia sibuk2 dok soal sama ada dia cemburu atau tak bila aku ni msge kt kawan aku,aku ckp la mesti la kau tu cemburu kalau tak,xkan la ko nk kecoh satu kampung!!!lagi sekali,bodos nyer pompuan...

actually dh byk kali dia nk calling2 aku tp kawan aku ni x bagi agaknye sbb takut kecoh cam ari tuh!!! jdik utk menjadikn diriku ni yg malas nk bergaduh ngan org yg hilang akal pendek akal baik aku letak je fon drpd panajang citer!!! lepas tu mmg aku ni jdik panas hati la kt pompuan tu. aku story kt member2 aku semuanye x sangka ada gak org yg bleh nk cemburukan aku yg memang hot wifey+mummy ni...hahahahh... tp camne pun aku tetap kesiankn kawan aku tu sbb belum ape2 lg dh kena control, tu kalau dh kahwin agaknye dh x boleh ada kawan pompuan agaknye!!! tp ye lah mcm aku ni masih sedar diri yg aku ni ada family... kalau kawan just kawan je takde langsung nk ada feeling2 terlebih ni...

episod kutuk mengutuk pun berjalan lancar ari tu ngan member2 aku dgn atas nasihat member2 aku diorang kata,"SABAR JE LA,AIRINA!!!!" well mmg aku ni masih lg sabar kalau aku ni dh hilang sabar dh lama aku report perangai buruk pompuan tua tu kt kawan aku tp disbbkan nk dia bahagia xpe lahhh, just tunggu je wedding dia yg entah bila nk berlangsung tu!!!!! well,for ur information aku dijemput dulu sebelum org lain,hahahahhh...  nngekkkkk!!!!

ok lahhh aku blah dulu sbb kepala ku dh panas ni!!!!hehehh...

Another book

Tomorrow I am going here for a week or maybe two to get on with writing another novel. As I no longer have clothes at the forefront of my attention, posts to the Thoughtful Dresser will become less frequent, I'm afraid, though I have managed to talk Harry into making a reappearance, and he says he has several ideas for posts lined up, including a Christmas purchase of a handbag, though not for himself (or me.)

the birds

ok dolls,the flat thing is making me gaga.slowy but steady.yesterday we were checking out a flat.it was cool until i found not one but TWO dead doves in the rain pipe on the balcony.no head n stuff.

am i a bitch that i wont move the fuck in there?

thanks to the babes from letslivefast and stylekingdom for their features.smoooooch!

xoxo

eszter

She Does Hair!!!

I somehow stumbled upon this blog (don't ask me how, I really can't figure it out!) and I really like it. It's a mom who loves to be creative doing hair and has some really cute, fun, and creative ideas that she uses on her THREE girls. So, for those moms out there who have a hard time creating their own, check out her hairstyles. From simple to WAY creative, she does it all!

Elsewhere

William Dalrymple, writing in the Guardian today:

Few had very high expectations of Zardari, the notorious playboy widower of Benazir Bhutto. Nevertheless, the speed of the collapse that has taken place on his watch has amazed almost all observers. Across much of the North-West Frontier Province - around a fifth of Pakistan - women have now been forced to wear the burka, music has been silenced, barbershops are forbidden to shave beards and more than 140 girls' schools have been blown up or burned down. From the provincial capital of Peshawar, a significant proportion of the city's elite, along with its musicians, have decamped to what had, until yesterday's attack, been regarded as the relatively safe and tolerant confines of Lahore and Karachi.

Very expensive shoes

Balmain, £975

I was looking at a pair of very beautiful £1000 Ferragamo shoes in Grazia yesterday and wondering who buys £1000 shoes? Who are these for? Is this the new price of a shoe which the rest will, as it were, inch up to?

But I remembered a phone call I had the other day from someone with high placed retail contacts who told me that fashion no longer caters for London women, even rich London women. The crazy shoe and crazier bag are for our guests from Russia and the oil states. If they are holding up our retail economy with their slender manicured fingers, perhaps we should be grateful. Otherwise I would have to buy three and a third pairs of £300 shoes.

Bewigged, bothered and bewildered

Independent columnist and literary man-about-town John Walsh, having read The Thoughtful Dresser
(book) asks in the Independent today why and in what ways men care about what they wear:

Men can be quivering violets about clothes and what they say about them. Recently, I met a judge at a party (it's so weird when the High Court judges start looking younger) who told me how uncomfortable judges are with their new judicial garb. A year ago, the judiciary agreed to abolish horsehair wigs and black robes (except in criminal cases) and kit out judges in groovy blue gowns, designed by Betty Jackson. How, I asked, did the judges like their new look?

"They hate it," said my friend. "They think they lack all dignity and gravitas – especially if they're thinning a bit on top. They say they feel half-dressed without a wig." They're reduced, in other words, from stern embodiments of the super-ego to mere, humble, fallible-looking men.

Elsewhere, there are signs that chaps have gone a tad precious about chaps' clothing. The Daily Mail, always reliably dirigiste on garments, ticked off Alexander Lebedev and Andrew Marr for appearing in the latter's TV show in less than full canonicals. The paper called Lebedev "casually attired," but fairly smacked Marr around the head for wearing denims. "A disquieting sight," it shuddered. "No jeans, Andrew, please."

For some chaps, civilisation itself is threatened by the packaging of powerful men in working men's garb. In America, President Obama is under fire for his attempts to be casual in bright blue jeans and white trainers. "Get back into your sensible skinny suits pronto," is the message from the Democratic faithful: "Who do you think you are, George Bush?"

The semiotics of clothing is everywhere. Note how readily Sir Fred Goodwin got himself photographed by the media wearing his country-gentleman-at-a-shoot attire rather than anything that smacked of a) banking, or b) the City. Notice how Tony Blair, even in the boiling heat of Gaza, wears a tightly buttoned club tie to emphasise the unearthly gravity of his role as Middle East envoy; when he was PM, he'd have jettisoned the tie at the airport.

Released from shame

I received this email from tv producer Angela Wallis who has given her permission for me to reproduce it:

I am a TV producer and while researching a programme about recession chic I came across your article in this Saturdays Guardian Magazine and from there I found an extract of your book The Thoughtful Dresser.

I was struck by the description of shopping with your mother, and how while shopping her true self reappeared. I too was raised by a Jewish mother in Manchester and the similarities to my experiences of shopping with her were uncanny. My mother always planned her shopping expeditions as a day out, a thing you did even when you did not need to buy a thing, often involving an elegant lunch stop at Kendal’s or the Kardoma Cafe. To this day I still see shopping in a similar way and have indulged in its delights for all my adult life. Having read the extract of your book I feel like an addict who has been released from her shame, a feeling experienced all the more when my more intellectual friends who would never dream of coming shopping with me had no problem encouraging me to visit art galleries, museums and even worse, films with subtitles. They would treat my at oneness with department stores with a wry smile that would make me feel like the shallow nueveax rich Gucci socialists persona I tended to adopt in their company. Now I can claim that a joy of shopping and of spending time among beautiful things is in itself a higher activity than simple consumerism.

A Marxist writes

Emeritus professor of Government at Manchester University, Norman Geras, author of Marx and Human Nature and 'The Controversy about Marx and Justice' refutes in a new post on his blog the notion alluded to in The Thoughtful Dresser that shopping is often dismissed byt critics from the left as a form of false consciousness. Refutes, that is, their accusation.

He writes:

So, the first step in my defence is just to say that, in the way that the world is now organized, shopping is a straightforward means towards taking care of one's appearance; it's the instrumentality of a basic human good. But, it might be said, this is just shopping of the kind anyone can do - even me, even people who take no special joy from the activity but treat it in a matter of fact way, as the mere means to a necessary end. A deep interest in shopping such as Linda describes and commends is not necessarily part of taking care of one's appearance. We can shop instrumentally without developing any deep interest in shopping, shop without passion.

However - the second step in the defence - one can do anything without developing a deep interest in that particular thing, without its becoming a passion. All the same, people do - they develop passions of one kind and another. They become passionate collectors of this or that - books, stamps, art - passionate about literature or music or movies or sport (or just about their team), become bird-watchers, train-spotters, students of many different kinds of subject. Each of us has a life to dole out as we see fit, subject to meeting our various obligations to others. An interest in shopping is as legitimate a pursuit within the range of human interests as any other. Save for those who urge upon us an ethic of devoting all our disposable time and resources to helping people in need, no one is well placed to condemn the interest someone else may have in shopping. And the ethic of comprehensive self-sacrifice may be good for saints, but applied to the generality of humankind it is mean and unbearable.

But what about shopping as an obsession? What when it becomes pathological? The problem, then, is with the obsession, the pathology, not with the shopping. Any pursuit can be taken too far. And what about the fact that not everyone is in a position to enjoy shopping, because some don't have the means for it? This is a critique of systemic inequality and poverty and their effects and it is a valid one. But deployed by anyone who has disposable income which they use for (non-shopping) enjoyments of their own rather than directing it towards people living closer to the margins, it is a hypocrisy. Unless you believe that those living above the level of the bare necessities - whatever these are taken to be - should part with all their surplus income, you allow that each of us has a right to some enjoyments. It is not then for you to say what mine should be or vice versa. I won't be going round with Linda spending time looking at scarves. I doubt she'd want to join me in following all five days of a Test match. You plays it as you feels it. But there is a right to that for everyone.

Man goes shopping

I received this interesting email from a male friend over the weekend, describing his shopping strategy:

If I want to buy a £75 external hard drive for my computer for example, I will go and look at them in at least four shops, asking each sales assistant for an opinion. Then I will read up on the model I finally decide upon in Which or other reports. If I could find someone who uses one of these I would ask them if they made the right decision and where they bought theirs. As a final act to convince myself I will go online to see if I can buy the model cheaper and if this doesn't bring a result, after about two weeks have gone by, I will go back to the shop and make my purchase. I think the word people use to describe this method of purchasing is called 'agonising.' On the other hand, I have been with [my wife] who has seen completely by chance an item of clothing on the rack for £150 and 90 seconds later the credit card is being swiped. But I really do have a lot of fun using my method and am reminded of that fun every time I use the item

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