Every girl loves handbags. They are personally my weakness. Handbag is the most essential piece of a wardrobe, an item lusted by women. It’s also a personal declaration, a self-utterance of who we are, where we belong in social economic ranking, and a fashion language. It gestures a personal style, or maybe a status symbol?
Wow! It’s November 2 already! I was just starting to celebrate 2018 and now it’s almost done! When I was in high school, I can’t wait to grow. Now, I don’t want time to go. We might want it to cease, stay still or run slow, but the world will keep moving, seasons fade and time flies.
Another lovely day today! Most people spend 5 days looking forward to just two, the weekends. Since I got days off from work, I want to be creative piercing through the mundane to find something delightful. The only way to escape dull tedious diurnal monotony is to constantly evolve. I don’t have routines, but I have traditions. Everyday is a fresh day for me. One of the things I’m passionate about is writing. I can express creativity here that I can’t at work.
‘Tis near Halloween and there’s a plethora of horror movies in queue on Netflix. My husband and I saw the whole series of The Haunting of Hill House, but I won’t be talking about that here. What I’m saying is that I love a good scare. It’s Saturday and it’s been quite a long time since I’ve marched in a theater to watch a movie.
Autumn is just like life. Trees in this season yield the appeal of decay, wilt and death but beautiful and fascinating. We only see the agony of our afflictions, the torment we probe into our minds with dilemmas that will certainly pass. We keep hammering ourselves for things that are uncontrollable, but rarely focus on the beauty beyond the essence of each life’s phases.
