I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a change—a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

More photos here!
Wearing: Cardigan – Uniqlo, Shirt – Gmarket, Jeans – Courtesy of MiH for Liberty, Boots – DIY studded Vintage, Skirt – One of Susie’s leftovers that she just gave o_O <3

The yardsale was on fire on Sunday, what a blast! Who knew there was life before noon on Sundays? I arrived a bit late (fashionably retarded, that’s me) but there were already so many people loitering around the tables, eyeing each piece that came out of the seller’s suitcases. Some stuff didn’t even make it onto the table, I hear. My Chloé blouse was the first to go, and thus started the how to become a yardsale millionaire without addition skills. If you saw me pause before calling out the total price, that was me contemplating whether or not to use fingers. THATS WHY I STUDIED ART.
I also couldn’t help but overhear “Ann Demeulemeester… one pound…Preen…2 pounds…” over from Susie’s table and thought I must be hearing a collage of sounds jumbled up in a wrong order but it turns out her most her pricing was indeed £1!! And there I was, requesting £12 for a cashmere sweater that didn’t even have a brand tag. #ohtheshame.

Talented Vicky was our residential sketcher, as DSLRs are now so out of trend; she made her models stand in a pose while she sketched within a matter of minutes. Miss Frou Frou and I did the usual PDA – my love for her and her blog is beyond expression by ramble. Star blogger Alice was incidentally in town with her sister (blond hottie with polkadot skirt), and you won’t believe how tiny she is. Wrapping my hands around her waist (wait, more PDA here) was like grasping my thighs. Tom and his lady Worthington cordially paid us a visit (and ate all the wonderful Satay Chicken), as Ferry the Ferret changed outfits twice. Kit sold a pink porcelain pig cookie jar (to Susie, no other), and a mannequin torso (to…Susie), and later informed me she disinfected her coin pouch when she got home.

Thank you Susie for being such a gracious host, and Kit, Fiona, Zara, Nadia, Steve, John and Tommy for making this one heck of a party. I’ll be expecting another yardsale for third week of August 2011, 2012…infinity and beyond if you don’t mind please.