AND THE FIREWORKS WERE EXPLODIN'.

And just when you were beginning to wonder whether Under Urooba's Umbrella was really a "fashion" blog after all, BAM, I clutter your facebook newsfeed, bloglovin' posts, blogger dashboard, email subscription, etc., etc., with an outfit post. NOW BUCKLE UP, this post has started.

I wore said outfit to the extremely aesthetically-appealing fireworks that occurred a couple of days ago. It was China's turn in the Celebration of Lights happening down in Vancouver, and I kid you not, the whole world was there. Every inch of the beach covered with ~400,000 people, food stalls assisting in producing a tantalizing aroma, the overcast clouds threatening us with a sudden downpour of rain (which did occur!), the sunshine peeking in every now and then (mockingly so), and then, the climax of the night: explosions of glittery goodness in the sky at promptly 10 pm.

Sad-bored model face, like whoa.

 outfit commentary: This skirt was LUST AT FIRST SIGHT. I got to experience L.A.'s vintage-ness at Jet Rag's $1 vintage sale. What a fan-fawking-tastic find this was! The graphics, the colours, the prints--it's something I would doodle (on my chemistry homework, etc.)! (The label says Diane Fries--who I just googled: http://www.dianefreis.com/base/designer.htm So, whoop! Designer vintage!)  Right away, I envisioned 'em with my faux-leather tights (which got me the nickname 'foxy grandma' at school, heehee), faux-leather tights that most have seemed to retire--but not me, OH NO. I'll wear these babies till they're shreds. I then needed something solid on top, ergo I added the shirt and vest. A little accessorizing and bang!--perfect for fireworks. (Okay, fine, I'll be freakishly honest--I didn't wear the red wedges (we did a lot of walking). Instead, I wore my trusty 'ol plastic, green gladiators: http://www.fashism.com/look/view/1043.)

I saw a bee alright! I AM DEATHLY AFRAID OF BEES, FYI.

who what wear?

• navy blue ruched shirt, $5, Joe Fresh, The Real Canadian Superstore
• vintage skirt, $1, Diane Freis, Jet Rag
• red wedges, $3, pandemonium, Winners
• faux-leather tights, $5, silence + noise, Urban Outfitters
• silver metallic purse, Urban Behaviour
• red vest, $3, Value Village 
• coral beaded necklace, $1, Value Village

Goodbye, loverlies! 

 

BAD FREE-WRITE.

The fluorescent lights flickered above. The rhythmic hum of the coffemaker was rather enticing. It lulled me to sleep.
That is, till I felt a cool liquid cascade down my back, mingling with the goosebumps that had just formed. My heart lurched forward, and my mind raced frantically.
Where had the strange, less-viscous substance come from? I swung my head around but was only greeted by moonlight filtering in through the crevices of the blinds that, in retrospective, were not doing their job very efficently.
I sighed and went back to filing corporate investment stocks. Just another late night at the office. All packaged up nicely with a leaky roof.

Photo Diary: Our 167, 234, 678th Trip to L.A.!

Can you say Cutie Patootie!? A candid shot of a definite cutie patootie.

Use your imagination kiddos, there's a picturesque skyline behind me.

This location right here has sentimental value. Really.

Six Flags Magic Mountain...the ride is called Deja Vu. It has loops and twists and turns and spins and...you get the idea?

WE LIKE BIG, RED TELEPHONE BOOTHS AND WE CANNOT LIE. We also cannot look in the camera's eye?

Chilling like villains in downtown L.A.'s 'Syrup.'

Oh hey. Just acting like a tourist.

CONFESSIONS OF A NAUGHTY BLOGGER.

FACT: I am the worst blogger ever (because I seldom post regularly. Hopefully not because of content! *weak smile*).

BUT THIS FACT IS SORT OF JUSTIFIED...I've been vacationing for a month.
(Sh'aap. I deserve it. I was forced to take AP Chem out of my will).

Will be home in a few days, homes.

Dear Future Soulmate Boy,

Do I have your full and undivided attention?
I better. (Sorry, my rude tone is supposed to come off as lustful, like y'know, take-charge-woo. Is it working? I bet it is).

A friend of a friend of a friend of mine's was proposed to in the most elaborate, sweet and envy-inducing way. Swept her off her feet, I bet he did. Made her swoon, I bet he did. Let's call it...the Awesome Proposal. (Descriptive vocabulary fit for this generation, I believe?).

Hey Future Soulmate Boy (FSB), better grab a pen (ballpoint, maybe?) and a piece of paper (Scented. Just a suggestion). Take some notes, why don't you? (This is not a fervent suggestion, this is an order. Follow it. Um, please?)

I'll lay it out in an easy-to-follow, logical, numbered procession. I hear long pieces of prose are tedious to read for about 67% of males. (I don't know, I'm making up statistics here. This is supposed to come off as if  I am a creative and adaptable person. Is it working? I bet it is).

1. Prior to said Awesome Proposal being carried out, have a chat with my parents. Tell them what you are planning to do. (Under any circumstances do not let them act as chaperones. Not only will this effectively swivel away any ounce of romance, it will imitate an arranged-married sort of situation. 'Nuff said, right? Ew.) Gotta keep things halal still, you know how we dooo?

2. Tell me we are going to an amusement park. (Disneyland was the preferred choice for this friend-of -a-friend-of-a-friend's-now-husband. Seeing as I [we] will probably not be residents of Southern California in the next 10 years, [this is the time frame within which I must meet you. No rush, hey?] Disneyland seems improbable. Let's hope the Greater Vancouver region decides to construct another amusement park, other than Playland. However, it will be amusing if Awesome Proposal will be carried out in the same locale as I, as a mere prepubescent girl/woman, went on a field trip to, for the first time in the 7th grade).

3. Call the amusement park people well ahead of time, and arrange something special. (Like I don't know, reserving a boat at a boat ride at the amusement park of choice. Perhaps a phalanx of chiseled Greek-god-resembling violin players could play a harmonious rendition of one of my favourite romantic songs [You could ask about which romantic song to have playing prior to Awesome Proposal. My taste in music is volatile, changes with a press of the FORWARD button . I can't tell you now, sorry!]. You could hire a skywriter, have sparkling apple cider chilling in an ice bucket, compromise with the fireworks people to have fireworks go off at The Right Moment...you know, nothing big].

4. Propose! Get down on one knee, fish out a box with a ring the literal size of a ring pop (but not a ring pop); and say Those Words. (This is supposed to come off as if I'm a person with balanced perspectives of life. An unconventional individual with the right amount of traditional-y views and stuff. Is it working? I bet it is).

And that's it! BAM, DUNZO. And what have you won? My heart.

Tudhffufurfmooncvkcopakjsdjdj--hahahahahhahahahahahahahahaha. *sputters with uncontrollable laughter*
Alright, that's even too corny for me. And I live for the corn!

Seriously, though, I hope you got all that, FSB.