Self help books and Shopping Lists.

Sexy Ladies log and garma-garam Gentlemen (Of course, I use this term very loosely),

Welcome to a very Polka -dotted Technicoloured Dreams, which as you know, will not be Technicoloured Dreams for a very long time. Let's say this ever so awesome blog needs a change. I'm done talking about the future. From this day onwards it's going to be about 'now'. You know like those pseudo-intellectuals who write self help books like 'the Power of Now' and all that. In case, you guys didn't know, I judge anybody and everybody standing ten feet around the self-help section in bookstores. As for those who write them, I think there's a special place reserved for them in 'Loserville'. Yeeeny-way, has it occured to you that irrelevant is my middle name?

Coming back to my blog name. I want something that sounds super-awesome, you know. And for the lovely person who does come up with a name for ze blog-ness, I will find you super-awesome husbaaand/ wifey for them. Weirdoooo Guy (my phace-book hus-band), if you're reading this, this does *not* apply to you. *Evil laughter*

Since irrelevant talks seems to be the order of the day, can I make a shopping list now? Pretty, pink please, with chocolate butter and cheese :D *Looks at people running away and decides to shut up*
Anyway here it goes,

• Sexy cotton kurtas. Is there a book on how to be a droolworthy journo? Well, if there was one, you know what would top the list :)
• Patialas. To go with kurtas ofcourse.
• Technicoloured dhoti pants. Because they are the love <3
• Tank tops in every colour. To go with the pants.
• Scarves/ dupattas. Because every journo must have them.
• Indian chappals. Well it would go with everything I mentioned here.
• Elephant earrings :D
• Oxidised silver jewellery *dances at the thought*

And now for my non-journo-ish Lust list :

• Brogues! I want them! I need them! I must have them! Or else I will die.
• Purple Mary janes!
• Silverish grey gladiators.
• And finally a purple one shoulder dress.
• Oh and one of those black french caps that Sonam is wearing in the Aisha promo. Actually, why not just have her entire closet, no? *grins from ear to ear*

Wow, my list is unusuaallly small, isn't it? I must be improving.  :O

Before I leave, I want to thank the lovely Me-era with the award she presented me with earlier today. It put me in super-eeeee mood and inspired me to get back to abondoned blog. And here I am, promising, no pinky promising that I'm going to back with more.

Until Abhay Deol continues to be the second ideal husband!

xoxo

Love Happened.

Out of all the things that have me kicked out of my mind, stalking stylish people for my blog is the ultimate.
Uploading their pictures and acting like some self-proclaimed expert comes number two on the list.
Need I mention getting models all decked up with what I have picked, while they go prissy and pouty in front of the camera?
And then there's a kick, that surpasses all of the above.
What can I tell you Niggas?
Love is happening!
Saxy boyfrand hasn't come along yet, but for now another sort of love will suffice.

A Journalist from Tehelka called me up the other day and said she is doing a feature of fashion Bloggers in the country and wanted to feature my blog as well.
Relentless flow of tears happened.
Yes I'm melodramatic like that.

So she called me up for an interview and to be honest I felt quite celebrity-ish.
I didn't know how long it would be until I get another shot at this, so I took the opportunity to rant as much as I can and pretend like all the gyaan in the world was sitting that brain of mine.

To top it all, there was a fancy photoshoot and all.
And I was the model for a change.
Of course, I went totally over the top, pulled on a pair of yellow net stockings, wore a floral hippie skirt, yellow tank top, pink ruffled waistcoat, golden ballerinas, loads of pink accessories and viola!
The shoot was so much fun I tell you!
We went to Dhobi Ghat.
I'm going to skip the part where we got visually molested, almost slipped a hundred times and left the place with drops of soapy water stains all over our dresses.

This was followed by a shoot on Mahalaxmi bridge.
We clicked some pictures on the road, standing on the divider, crossing the road, standing against the railing and all that.
Again celebrity-ish-ness happened.
Hope the pictures come out well.
I'll post a link here!
And for those of you who haven't visited the Blog yet, you must click here!
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Now speaking of love, I must confess that my love-hate relationship with gladiators has finally come to an end!
It's love, love and just love now.
I bought this awesome pair of black ankle length gladiators the other day, with bronze studs all over them.
I haven't taken them off ever since.
Not even in my sleep.

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That's all for now, my chocolate coated Muffins.
I've changed my name from lavender to K-ay because it's closer to my name and Lavender is just something I randomly picked for the lack of something better.
When people call me Lavender, it feels a bit strange.
It reminds me of one of those characters from a 17th century novel, dressed in a white gown with exaggerated puff sleeves and sitting in a carriage waiting for prince charming to come along.
Real name is not a good option, because if ze relatives will go on a name googling spree and come across this Blog either, life will be over before it even starts!
So K-ay its is as of now!
Have a colourful week!
See you around more often!
xo

Tomorrow is a new day.

I feel so starstruck right now.
So awed at the World waiting outside of where I live.
So privileged that I got a taste of a World I could only dream of.

Lakme Fashion Week was like a dream come true.
Sky high heels, beautiful silhouettes, famous designers, celebrities, wine and cheese parties.
It was all larger than life.
Way too much if you ask me and very little at the same time.

I knew this isn't a once in a lifetime experience.
I knew that I don't want to be a silent spectator, viewing the lives of the rich and famous from the eyes of the media.
I want to be them.

Nor do I want to simply sit in the audience watching designers after designers display their collection.
I want to be able to get on to that ramp and take a bow after the models walk the ramp in my creations.
The instant I sat in the hall on the first day, I knew I wanted life to give me a chance to live like this.

For a while now I've felt a little hopeless.
I know I'll be a Journalism student next semester and it makes me really happy.
I guess it's what I have wanted to do since I got my first star in fourth grade an essay I can't remember.
It's the thought of what I want to do after graduation, that's been keeping me awake.

I'm so glad I have found my calling now.
The mere thought of it fills me so much excitement.
That's exactly how I want my life to be.
I want to wake up everyday waiting eagerly for what the day has to offer me.
There is so much learn.
There is so much to do.
I never want to stop being a student.

Shopping List!

Every new month calls for a new shopping list. So now I'm just going to rant endlessly about all the silly little things I need to buy. Yes need. Because my existence seems meaningless without such material possessions. So if you have nothing useful to do right now, you can go over the shopping highlights of March 2010.

Jackets. I feel extremely jackety for some reason. I want long jackets, short jackets, sleeveless jackets, puff sleeved jackets, dull jackets, bright jackets, plain jackets, printed jackets, you name it.

Stockings. I want Black net stockings with a crazy print and I want it now!!!!! Do you hear me God? N.O.W. Oh and while you're at it, you can thrown one of each colour :D Stripped ones will also be appreciated.

Teeny tiny, yet very classy dresses to go with the stockings.

Juuuummmmmppppsuits! Everytime I see a girl wear a jumpsuit, my conscience screams, how dare you not possess one?! I'm usually so embarrassed I can't even face my closet for the next two hours.

Oh and loads and loads of pumps and Mary janes! I can't wear the stockings with chappals no?

Patiala. Green ones. And on sale preferably :P

Some very pretty puff sleeved blouses and pretty neck pieces to wear with them.

Of course I'd need a pair of new skinnies for the blouses. If I wear my old ones, the blouses will get offended na?

And finally some moneeeeyyyy!
And I give you a wonderful opportunity to contribute to "Lavender's Shopping Fund".
Click on the link to check out some pretty Indian bags that I'm retailing through my Blog and become one of the lucky winners to receive abundant blessings :D

Stills in High Heels

Ooooooommmmmgggggggggg today was awesome!
So what if I have made it home with smelly clothes, a mind that is too tired to function, eyes that for once are overwhelmed with the display of colours, legs that are silently abusing me for the torture they have been subjected to and a stomach that has survived up till now on just ONE paratha? *faints*

Today I got a glimpse of how I want the rest of my life to be.

Well, you do know that Blitzkrieg is coming up and I haven't exactly been giving up my goodnight sleep over it or putting everything else on hold just so I can be a part of the process. Of course, there is my Magazine Committee, but we're a really lazy lot.

Now that the photography event has come along, I suddenly find myself more enthused about Blitz than I ever was!

7 models, 7 photographers, an in-studio shoot, a ramp show, haute couture, a make up artist, a hair stylist and a look designer.
Do you want to guess what role I am going to play in this little reality show of our own?
Well no points for guessing right answer.

So let me tell you how we went about it. The first thing we did was making them sit and giving them a big talk. Shivam used fancy words like haute couture, and quotes which nobody understood, while dropping in names of famous photographers every now and then to make the audience go wow. then we took them to the boutique so they could pick their outfits. One for the photoshoot and one for the ramp.

So what I had to do was, have a little talk with each of the models ask them the sort of look they wanted, explain the look I thought would suit them, and then watch the Bridezillas in the making completely ransack the boutique to an extent that it resembled a godown filled with way too many people for it's own good.

But it was so much fun I tell you! Just looking at the stuff there was therapeutic. I loved the whole process of putting their outfit together, picking out their accessories, and advising them on the sort of shoes they should wear. I love how they'd look at me all wide-eyed and mouth open, like I was giving them the most life-changing advice. I loved how there were piles of clothes EVERYWHERE. I loved how the clueless guys picked up the most atrocious outfits and hated me for telling them so. I loved how we took six whole hours to pick just two outfits for each model. But nothing, absolutely nothing beats the happy faces of the models when they left the boutique feeling absolutely special.

So I'm going to say this one more time.
Today was the sax.
Tomorrow is going to be even better!

What to wear this week.

Elloes my Pumpkin Pies!
It's 2 a.m. in the morning and for some God forsaken reason, sleep seems to have abandoned me. So here I am sitting online, looking for people I can entertain with my random nonsensical rants(mind you, the later you speak to me, the more amusing you will find me), but they too seem to have deserted me. So it's just me and my Cinnamom Sunshine tonight. And since I have nothing of any use to tell you about, I'm going to make a list or lists may be, depending on how bored I am.
List no 1 - What to wear this week.
firstly I'm a very lazy person. I wake up at 10 a.m. for a 10.30 a.m. lecture and manage to move out by 10.45. Shame on me! And in my hurry to eat and bathe and eat some more I barely get a chance to spend time on dressing up (Haha. I can almost hear people who know me too well say - What a friggin Liar!). The point is, I almost feel like I'm in some sort of drunken stupor because my brain refuses to function. Plus, if you've looked at my closet, you'd think it was hit by a tornado. Imagine looking for you favourite pink boat neck tee in that mess. Sounds like a real adventure, no? But if you're already running so late, that you doubt you'll make it for the lecture even after half of it is over, not so much of an adventure ladies (the reason I say ladies is because the gentlemen probably closed this tab a loooooong time ago)! So I have decided to become a more organised person starting today! I'm going to make a list of things I intend to wear this week. That way I wont have to wrack my brains in the morning, plus I can look through that tornado-stricken mess at night itself and find whatever I need for the next day one, in advance (Yeaaa right.).

1. Dark Blue capris + Parrot Green tee + Purple bandhini Dupatta (as a stoal) + Journalist bag + Silver anklets + Colourful Mojris

2. Faded jeans + Scottish Pinafore with Black Puff sleeved tee + denim Converse + Navy Blue/ Black bag + Silver Hoops

3. Brown Pleated Skirt + White Puff Sleeved blouse + Golden Princess Locket + Cream Sequined Purse + Golden Ballerinas

4. Black leggings + Green mini skirt + White tee with black face print + Black and Golden Ballerinas

5. Denim capris + Black vest + Pink polka Dotted Hoodie + Denim Converse + Pink star earrings

6. Navy blue dress + Black cardigan + Pink satin tie ups + Pink Star earrings

7. Black leggings + Long white top with silver embossing + Black cardigan + Black satin flip flops with diamond studs + Silver Hoops + Diamond butterfly pendant


That's all for this week :)
Lots and lots of love <3

2009 and Me.

Since I'm feeling extremely positive this time round, I'm going to introspect a little and talk about all the things I have achieved this year. So, achieved is pushing it a bit. Let's talk about all the things that have made me proud of me.

First and foremost, I got my first paycheque. I know working for Campus Junkie doesn't really count as working, but I loved every bit of it. The best part was blowing my own cash. Hell I shopped a lot. I went about it in a very oraganised manner (Note to myself : Learn to be organised in things other than shopping as well).I made a fancy list of all the things I want to buy.  And I mamanged to buy a lot of stuff from my list. :D

I finally started teaching. I was so apprehensive in the beginning. I knew I can dance and teach well. But the prospect of addressing so many people at one time was overwhelming. I thought that my students would never like me enough to come back. Well guess what? They do. And they say pretty good stuff about me. And at this point I don't even care if I have to handle 50 students. I'm pretty sure I can do it . :)

Plus, I like how I've gotten in touch with the dancer in me. I almost can't imagine myself not dancing now. Writing is still the first love of my life. But everytime I tie that coin belt around my waist and let the music reign over my soul, it gives me a magical feeling.

Well I write more than ever before. There was a phase where I had almost stopped writing because I was too caught up in other things. I can't even relate to that phase anymore. I also wrote my first short story this year. So yay me :P

Plus, I update my blog regularly. I do have someone to thank for that (Thank you E-shade for inspiring me to start one and then updating yours regularly so I feel pretty loserish about not updating mine).

As for my Fashion Blog, not to be too dramatic or anything, but I feel like it gives meaning to my life. Some people take pictures of animals, some people take pictures of new places. The reason they do that is because they're fascinated by the subject. Well what should a girl do if fashion fascinates her more than anything? Well take pictures of the magic that pieces of clothing can create and share it with the World.

Well, I'm also really happy that this year I finally discovered how much Fashion means to me. I've always been a little crazy that way, but now I feel like it's the art form I believe in. It's such an integral part of me that I can't do away with it. So whatever I choose to do later in life, the element of fashion has to be there.

Well, I made peace with my spiritual side. Until I was 16, Religion and Spirituality had almost no meaning in my life. And when I felt the inclination towards them, a lot of things started to go upside down. I realised I had more questions than answers, and it started to affect me majorly. But as I mentioned earlier, I have understood myself further and made peace with that side of me.

I discovered I can heal people. It's a beautiful feeling you know, when you manage to ease the pain and bring a smile on someone's face. It leaves them feeling extremely positive. And believe me, that positivity is contagious.

I finally managed to heal, if you know what I mean, found the self-esteem I think I never really had and generally imbibed a very positive towards life in general.

I also lost weight :) But then again I found it in the IV.

I managed to grow my hair, but mad-O-Wot ruined it for me (Stupid salon will rot in hell).

Oh and I finally wore my pink net stockings :D (judge me and DIE)

Remanika's new Ad campaign

Don't you just love it?