No one asked but one of my favorite things in the world is pockets. Then the skinny jeans took it all away.  I remember Jan having pockets in his pants that can fit a phone, a wallet, a large bag of Cheetos, a laptop, our fat cat, and possibly the entire city of Atlantis while I, on the o…

And guess what? I did not leave with a basket full of bright, colorful, and aesthetically pleasing stuff that are absolutely unnecessary.  I could have done it, you know. The husband was a thousand miles away and no one else can dissuade me from buying whatever useless knickknack I fanc…

I have been here for about an hour now.  While I try to make out what is being broadcasted over the speakers because I can only hear muffled and distorted sounds as if the announcer is gargling the microphone, I have been watching people.  And so it occurred to me that airports are a home…

I don't really get my fingernails done.  My hands look too manly that no amount of hand spa and nail color can make it ladylike. My day to day activities are also not very friendly for long, prettyfied, manicured nails (I wash my children's bum, no thanks). So yeah, a trip to the …

Do you remember the time when I could not be bothered to look good because I paid so little attention to my outfits? Well, my blog does . 😅 Then I realized how making a simple upgrade to my style just made me feel better overall. It does feel empowering, you know. Every outfit that I ch…