Thursday, March 21, 2013

middle march

Thursday, March 21, 2013

hala! so i’ve heard this space here has been suffering from brutal neglect. (insert shamefaced icon here).

i was assigned the hunky-dory duty of taking my husband’s cousin from australia and her gorgeous blue-eyed daughter around to shop. the shopping (window-shopping on my part) went on for days and i ought to say, what could be a better part-time job than that? i sucked in a lot of good energy from retail-watching and i certainly hope those steve madden cuties i fell in love with would patiently wait for me. after all, i won the eye-staring contest (yes, rightfully against a pair of ballerina flats) so i firmly believe that i deserve a prize. it would be lovely to take home the loser, wouldn’t it?

i turned 37 last march 3 and like all the years that passed, this one,too, didn’t hurt. i got stuck at 25 and i guess that’s how it’s going to be no matter how hoary i’d look with all the lines and creases on my face 50 years from now.

dairy queen's oreo cheesecake ice cream cake.
not the smartest pre-island diet
but even a martian would say 'yes' to this

a (not so) surprise trip was planned for my birthday and it was our little girl’s many firsts at 1.6 years old, so i was a bit worried about how she’d take her first airplane ride, how to sterilize her feeding bottles while we were out vacationing and which sunblock was the best for her. all those worries and yet all i could manage to do was to buy her three different kinds of swimwear and throw everything i could grab into her baby bag. so much for a planning-champ mother.

taking a break from the red stilettos.
silly things...but you buy
and wear them anyway

then there was the island called boracay. it’s been many years since the last time i stepped on the island and this recent trip we had was a (literal) burst of good sunshine for the entire family. it was so good that another trip is being brewed by this guy sitting beside me who can’t stop thinking about staying in boracay longer and burying his feet under the sand while he’s working. if he succeeds with this ultimate plan then that means i’ll also be working in my swimwear… and carrying around my little one who firmly insisted when we were there that the sand was “dirty”. that’s the punishment i get for unconsciously rubbing off baby version of oc-ness on her.

there's life...then there's THE life

one of the best things about the trip was seeing a long-time friend whom i have not seen in years. our daughters and husbands met for the first time and what a lovely time that was. 

my gigi and my ally

when i filed for a leave of absence (to the tune of “it’s a holiday ‘coz it’s my birthday”), my editor replied animatedly with “have fun! you deserve a vacation!”

i can’t remember any other boss who ever told me that i deserved a vacation.

so march? we’re about to kiss my birth month goodbye and i’ll do so with gratitude for being undoubtedly a winsome one. 

ps. young and talented graphic artist bj erasga is designing a new banner for running in red stilettos which we will see soon. so i’m up on my red stiletoes tiptoeing in sheer excitement!

okay...maybe not this young.
he's grown a bit now

boracay, pisces, steve madden, shopping in manila, dairy queen, ice cream cake, toe bikinis, oc, baby travel, graphic artist, bj erasga, baby swimwear

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