Monday, 29 December 2008

Stuff hangover

Long time, no see! I feel a little bad for not posting in such a long time, but well, everyone knows what holidays are like. My holidays lasted for three days, of which two were spent with relatives (yay!) and one with cleaning products and laundry (nay!).

I know this is terribly typical to say after Christmas and towards the beginning of the year, but I am starting to suffer from stuff overdose. I don't know whether it is (was) Christmas and now the sales, and seeing huge piles of random stuff in stores or at home: Christmas wrappings, -50% clothes that no one wants, turkey leftovers and such... well, whatever it is, there is just too much useless stuff everywhere.

I usually see clothes as potential style statements, but lately they (especially the ones in clothing stores) are starting to look like clutter. I went to some of my favourite stores yesterday after work to check out the sales, and came home empty handed. There were plenty of things I liked, but nothing that I wanted. Perhaps this is good, because my shopping habits have been out of control this year. I just counted that over the past year I have bought at least 20 pairs of shoes, three trench coats, three pairs of jeans, two overcoats, and I am too scared to even think about skirts, dresses and blouses, not to mention scarfs and random accessories.

I am considering going on shopping strike.

I wore the outfit above on Christmas day. The one below is an oldie that I forgot to post a week or so ago - I was planning on writing about mixing prints but I forgot all about it.

Wednesday, 17 December 2008

Can't think of a title for this randomness

I am enjoying my first day off in eight days. I decided to experiment with my new American Apparel tube dress. It seems to work beautifully as a high-waisted skirt as well.

This is what I am wearing today:

There are times when I get inspired by catwalk images. I just bought myself the latest Vogue Collections. A lot of nonsense there might be, but I really like Burberry Prorsum S/S09!

edit: oops, the catwalk images in this and the previous post are from!

Tuesday, 16 December 2008

In with the new (again)

I noticed today that the sales have started. Well, there have been mid-season sales and all sorts of special bargains for the past couple of months in almost all major stores, so perhaps I was just a little slow (or tired, because I have been at work for the past 8 days, non-stop) to notice that right now the reduction percentages are already as low as they usually are come January.

Well, what is a girl to do when one realises something like this? Hold onto her (little) money, because the economic downfall is upon us? Naaah. I don't think so.

I got a couple of blouses, and a pair of shorts (the jeans ones in the third picture are old but I thought they looked fun with the new white blouse). I have usually been against wearing shorts with tights, but oh well, once I have started wearing leggings with tunics, I might just go wild altogether. Pairing shorts with lacy blouses made me realise again how much I love the Givenchy F/W08 collection. (Not that Givenchy came up with shorts like mine, but I just like the mix of frilly and masculine.)

I also snapped this shirt dress at Vero Moda.

Monday, 8 December 2008


I can't resist bringing the recent developments of my personal life into yet another post: after having struggled for more than a decade with a handful of boyfriends that didn't "get" me, I was often having to rely on the age-old mantra, "opposites attract".

As I have recently discovered, there are times when there is true comfort in simplicity and similarity, and unlike we are often told, it does not equal boredom. When it comes to style though, I find that there is always a need for something to break the pattern.

It can be materials that clash, or it can be colours that pop out unexpectedly, or accessories that don't quite seem to belong. I often envy people whose outfits seem (and are) impeccable, but more often than not, I realise that I crave for something to rebel against matchy-matchy.

Saturday, 6 December 2008

Happy birthday, Finland

How can it possibly be so hard to take outfit pictures these days..? There is no light, none whatsoever, and it will get worse for another two weeks before it starts to get better! At 1.30 pm my usual spot for taking a picture of my outfit was so dark that I had to huddle right next to the window. Anyway, happy independence day to all Finns and/or the Finn-minded!

Sunday, 30 November 2008

Welcome, Princess K.!

I wish all the happiness in the world to my brother, his wife and their newborn baby girl!

Privacy and thigh-high boots

Since I went public with my romance-filled rendez-vous with Chris R., I have received a couple of concerned comments from my close friends and family regarding privacy. When I first became interested in blogging, I spent a lot of time evaluating the levels of openness I would be willing or able to excercise in public. I was worried about hate-mail, and I was concerned about people getting under my skin.

At first I thought that if I posted pictures where my face was not clearly visible, I would be safe from all potential harm. Later on I adopted (or I thought I did) a way of writing that did not reveal much about my personality. After I had been blogging for a couple of months, my close friends and family told me that even without a lot of actual personal content, my blog was very much about myself, and it very clearly pointed out to my readers who I was.

Regarding my newly found happiness with Chris R., I have started wondering why it is such a taboo in my country to express one's happiness in public. I almost sense confusion on top of everything else from a lot of people when they become face to face with another person's happiness. I wonder why it is more acceptable to complain openly about one's life in public, than to say that one is content? Are we letting fear dictate our lives because we are so scared of jinxing things? Or is happiness somehow better if you keep it to yourself? Perhaps the success of reality-tv, gossip magazines, online diaries and blogs is a sign of us craving to get close to other people and their lives, and yet we are still obsessed with hiding ourselves instead of showing.

I want to thank everyone for posting such positive comments in my comments section, and I also want to thank my close friends and family for caring about me and my happiness, and for wanting to protect me. In the meantime I will keep writing about things I feel like writing about, and I will not worry too much about jinxing happiness by being open about it.

Sunday, 23 November 2008

NYC Hangover

It feels almost unreal to be back at home. As I am writing this and looking out of the window, it is snowing horizontally. Oh, winter has officially arrived!

I really had the greatest time ever in New York City. It is a remarkable place, even though the crowds and the general buzz were almost a little too much at times. Perhaps it was just about experiencing so much new stuff in such a short amount of time that made everything feel almost overwhelming, but in the best sense possible.

I have only started unpacking today. I hadn't quite realised how much shopping one can do in a couple of days. Not all of my (our) shopping was unpractical though, which I am very proud of! It was colder in NYC than I had expected, so Chris got me a super warm beanie:

The sunnies are new as well. Oh, Century 21 is such a chaotic place, but if you can get a pair of Paul Smith sunglasses for less than $60, it's worth the trouble! Oh, and these:

Yes, Chris is the greatest. I mean, a man who insists that he simply must get me a pair of John Galliano mary-janes... what could possibly be wrong with him..?

I guess at this point it is pretty obvious who my secret admirer was earlier this fall (the one that sent me flowers to work). I know, I know, I have been pampered in a way that borders on ridiculous, but hey, I am not complaining!

And this is me, getting back to reality... I bought the tunic and the velvet leggings at Urban Outfitters, and the ankle boots are from Aldo.

Thursday, 20 November 2008

Introducing Chris R.

Those of you who read my comments section know that there is one person who always has something to say, regardless of what type of nonsense I write about. The mysterious Chris R. started leaving long, thoughtful and personal messages on my blog somewhere around May. There was something about the way he wrote that made me think that a) he is no ordinary guy, and b) that I must know him from somewhere.

First it was him leaving comments and me replying to them on this blog of mine. Then comments turned into mega-sized e-mails, then e-mails gave way to voice letters, voice letters became 7-hour-long phone conversations and webcamming, and finally this past weekend, phone and internet became real life. Me and Chris R. met in New York City.

It is the weirdest feeling ever to sense that you just know someone, but to only actually meet them afterwards. It is the best feeling of all to find out that everything you thought and imagined about that person is exactly the way you wanted it to be.

Wednesday, 5 November 2008


I hadn't seen my hairdresser in the longest of time known to people with short haircuts. Yes, I had metamorphosed into the fifth member of the Beatles in the six months of not having gone to see her. Well, MacGyver is gone now! Teea, I don't know what I would do without you!

I don't know what it is about hairdressers, really, that makes them stick. I have gone to the same one for years now, and would not ever even consider seeing someone else. We have gone through a lot together, me and Teea, and every time I see her I just know that she knows what I am about.

I got these tights at H&M. I love it how they make me look part-zombie with major frost bites, and limbs about to fall off.

Tuesday, 4 November 2008

Monday, 27 October 2008


I read a newspaper article about a crane whisperer. He nurses wounded cranes back to health, he speaks to them, he goes for walks with them, he teaches them to fly. Some cranes have stayed with him for a year, some for a decade. At this time of year, the cranes he has released back to the wilderness years and years ago stop by at the man's farm to dance with their old friend. They call him in the mist in the mornings, because they want to see him before they migrate. The man walks out to hang out with the cranes, dances with them for a few moments, and then says goodbye, as the cranes spread their wings and fly to the south for winter. This type of stuff makes me wonder what the hell I am doing with my life, and why the hell I care about my meaningless outfits.

I guess I care because us human beings crave for connections, be it with friends, loved ones, relatives or animals... or a bunch of strangers in the internet.