Feeling the Frump.

If it's one thing about the travel life that's a pain in my...neck, it's the luggage limitations. There's just something about wearing the same clothes over and over again for three months and not being able to shop that makes one feel so blaaaaaahhh about one's self.

In addition to that, Winter isn't exactly my best season. There's just something about the cold that invokes the sloth in me (not that I'm not a sloth in Summer, but at least it's a less frumpy one!). Despite the eternal struggle of trying to keep in the latest trends, there's just something about Winter that, oh, I don't know, makes you want to walk around in blanket-esque clothing that does nothing for one's figure. And I'm a small, Asian girl. Trust me, I know!

I hadn't really realised I'd been feeling the frump though, until one of our friends from Australia arrived to start her own visa just a week ago. We'd arranged to meet up and after a particularly sulky morning in which I'd been swamped in that daily struggle of having nothing to wear, I'd run out of time (as usual) and left the house with whatever I'd had on. In clothing that I didn't feel like wearing. At all. Which had been thrown together in the first place after my clueless fiance's insensitive! (yet, totally harmless to him) comment of, why don't you wear something tight? *insert fat crying face here*. 

I'd initially been wearing an outfit that I had been semi-satisfied with but had angrily thrown everything off and thrown a singlet on and some jeans, all while Steve had been looking on in confusion wondering what he'd said. Oh, if only he knew. I know, I know, you can't blame the opposite sex for having exactly four options of clothing to choose from (sooo much easier!). But still! Even he could recognise the frump!

I sulked the whole tube ride to Oxford Circus mentally crying the whole time because, hello, destination: Oxford Circus. LONDON! And I was dressed in jeans and a singlet. Fail my life. Derp.

To those who know me, this one-second fashion skitz is probably pretty uncharacteristic of me and I am happy to report that I got over it eventually! It was exactly five minutes after we met up with our friend that I realised there's no point in sooking and I'm hardly that vain to be worrying about being in jeans all day anyway. It did however trigger that sense of self-awareness that one has of one's self. I mean, there's some sort of truth in the fact that looking good contributes to feeling good and no matter what anyone says, when a girl says I need more clothes, this time around, it doesn't actually mean she's got a closet exploding with stuff she's never worn, it actually means I've been outfit repeating two suitcases worth of stuff for three months now and please, I really do need new clothes!

I am, without a doubt, certain, that I will end up going back to my lazy (fashion frumpy) ways once in a while (who doesn't?!), but for now, Fiance knows that my birthday is coming up and hello, Summer! I am welcoming you with open arms!

Gold buckled flats

My new fave scarf.

Floral skort. =)

xoxo