Ok I wanna write about something, I really do. The problem is, I have nothing to write about. My life is so mind numbingly dull at the moment. If I started writing about it, I'd fall asleep half way through it myself. And I just can't think of any topic to write about. Nothing. At first I thought about how since I'm having such a tough time I should write about writer's block. Seemed brilliant at the time. After all, I'd be killing two birds with one stone. Problem is, there's not much to write about writer's block (yeah, I know,
shocking!). The words "It sucks" pretty much sums up the whole thing. I need a life so I can blog about it!
Oh! *candle flashes over head* (because light bulbs use up more energy than candles. duh.) I know something I can write about. How about my sudden frightening obsession with all things related to fashion? Oh my god, it's scary
. Ever since
Tanuj told me he's gonna take me shopping, I've become like this fashion obsessed monster who cannot think about anything else. Which is so unlike me. I'm not this person I've become. I don't think I like her. She actually prefers clothes to books! Who is this scary person who has taken over my mind and body?! You know what I'm doing because of me being possessed? I'm reading fashion blogs. No, seriously. I come online and I read blogs dedicated to fashion. And not
chindi fashion like the one we find on Linking Road and Hill Road, but more like designer fashion (though I prefer street fashion anyway and that's probably 'cause I'm broke). This fashion thing is like a drug; I can't stay away even though I want to. What happened to the girl who didn't mind wearing the same pair of jeans regularly or who was perfectly happy roaming around in the same old 3-4 tops.
Or who, given the choice between books and clothes, would laugh in the face of fashion and pick books without hesitation? Where is that girl? I miss that girl. I
was that girl!
I'm not saying paying attention to fashion and being trendy is a bad thing; but being obsessed? Severely obsessed? I think that calls for psychiatric help or medical attention at least. It's just not me. I will stop. I have to stop. I'm closing all the tabs that have the word fashion in them. Or shoes. Or purses. Or accessories. Yeah I'm closing the browser. And done. Whew, loadsa melodrama eh?
In other news, ballet flats are really very cute.
How adorable are these? I'm gonna see if I can find a pair like these in Bandra
These are amazingly pretty too. I don't think I'll find something like this in Bandra, but you never know.Maybe not as comfy as Oshos, but definitely a whole lot prettier. I already own a white and silver pair (which I'm totally in love with) but I have my eyes on these black and gold ones I saw at Hill Road. There were really extremely gorgeous. Oh and I googled ballet flats and I see lots of designer ones. Why become
kangaal buying designer flats when you can get them for 150-200 bucks at Hill Road? *shakes head at designer labels*
Yeah I know what I said about closing all fashion related tabs. And I did. I just opened new ones. Like I said, it's like a drug; pulls me right back in. Maybe I can deal with it by splurging on shopping. Wotsay?
