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January 18th, 2012 at 7:25 am . by Priyanka
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We’re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all.
November 15th, 2011 at 3:40 pm . by PayalI love this Topshop sweatshirt! Of course, I doubt I’ll ever be able to wear it in public with the strategically placed eggs (Yes, some of you would immediately put me in the WTHeyy! category) but it is just so fun! How could I not have it.
This Halloween, I finally put it to use (the only time I could probably wear it)and came up with a costume inspired by something from the 80s. Can you guess what the outfit is? Let’s see how many of you know your 80s! :P
Hint: Refer to the title.
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I know it’s in my bag somewhere, I just have to find it. While you wait, order yourself another drink, won’t you?
November 7th, 2011 at 7:33 pm . by PriyankaWomen and their purses baffle Mr. Khanna. Nothing to it I say!
We may not have a linebacker’s shoulders but damned if we let that hold us back! A girl needs her bag, her oversized bag damnit.
Not being the most organized, my bags’ insides are often comparable to a war ravaged scene. But I am covered, I am. I have carried the usual suspects, you know, make-up, shades, wallet, keys, gum, IPad, a book. On occasion, maps, camera, sun-screen, bottled-water, an umbrella, flats to change in to, toothbrush, extra pair of tights in case of a snag (TMI you say? Hush!). Tissues too. I may lose them to the depths of my bag but, have them I will. Unknowingly, I seem to also carry a magnet most times. One that immediately attracts my husband’s keys, wallet and what-have-you only to leave his hands free so that he can then gesture enthusiastically while poking fun at my rather big bag. (Let’s just add that and, why men leave the toilet seat up or can’t ask for directions to the list of things we don’t understand about them.)
I am no masochist (except when it comes to high heels) but if I must (and I choose to) carry the weight of the world on my shoulders, I ought to do it fabulously. And if toting what I want on my shoulder means paying an arm (and a leg) for it, then so be it. (The irony isn’t lost on me.) Besides, am positive Céline would make my shoulders hurt less. That’s a clinical study waiting to happen, and am willing to participate.
Pain threshold (and the need to mess with your head) aside, come evening, can you blame us for picking the tiniest bag on hand? Don’t be fooled though, we can still MacGyver anything we need out of it’s contents. Except for maybe a map. Have no use for it, can’t read ‘em anyway.
Oh, the going to the bathroom in packs thing, no big mystery there. We are just giving each other’s (very sore) shoulders a rub. No, it never leads to anything else. Mostly. I’ve said too much already…
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Picture Credit: Tina Tang