I'm gonna need more hangers.

regrettable purchases of 2011

that outburst was to my would-be husband. currently i imagine him to have a rather charming and archaic name and to be very not asian.

anyway, it’s funny how when i want to get rid of things on my hanger/wall of shame that i often think “aw no…didn’t i once love you for a reason? can’t we make this work afterall?”

the answer should always be a resounding no, though its never an easy one.

1) as in love as i am with the faux fur collar, i just never came around to the olive color and it never fails to turn me off.

2) impulse buy, it looked great at the time but i hardly ever know what to pair it with. it’s a little too costume-y and all i do is stare at it. i’ve worn it twice in the past 3 months.

3) impulse buy, out of necessity. the stripes don’t line up. i am so annoyed at myself for not catching it.

4) adore that neckline, but the bow is too wilty and i think it’s too childish now.

5) augh i’m such a heart whore, i buy them fast and easy, and then i’m stuck with cheap ass quality that i can no longer stand. it puckers, it’s not long enough to tuck in, it wrinkles disgustingly around the embroidery. it’s infuriating.

and do you know what these all have in common? they were all cheap or on sale. HMMMMM. the sooner i get rid of these, the better. i can’t believe i won’t be able to ebay for another 6 months. lord help me.

sigh. the war is far from over.

so i was in a gray phase, but i think that’s just korea. i made a weekend trip to fukuoka (happy hangul day! and how nose tilting is that comment? bhaha i just like sounding fancy) and come back looking like a japanese middle school girl. i also don’t know what possessed me to make such poor shopping choices again: this cheap shirt, quality is questionable but the hearts oh the hearts; these navajo print thigh high socks which i’m strangely in love with; another pair of scalloped shorts. is it buyers remorse? perhaps. this happened last year too. there has to be a remedy for this itis; i’m just too big a sucker for japanese style period. there were so many precious style moments and creepers are everywhere and everywhere a taunting echo of my loved ones at home. to be fair though, i did spend a lot more on a few necessities and lots of great food, so i shouldn’t feel too bad. the polka dot backpack was entirely intentional. welcome to my life little buddy.

something i must tell you though: i saw the perfect leather jacket. but it was about 1/3 of my monthly salary and i just couldn’t do it. i am boning inside right now for the right time to pounce. january? i think so. oh i’m so sick in the head.