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Sometimes, we lose ourselves by focusing on where we could be, instead of appreciating how far we’ve come. We all have different attributes and physical features that make us beautiful. I wish we would celebrate that more than making others feel less. Compliment a random stranger; Take time to make people feel loved. The world needs more kindness, not hatred.


What are your 3 favorite songs?

Mine are;
1. Buddy Holly - Weezer
2. Island in the Sun - Weezer
3. Feel Good, Inc. - Gorillaz


Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
and I never want to leave


Wearing★ ASOS Mustard Dress {Similar at Simply Be} Sumissura Tailored Tweed Blazer {Similar style available at Boden} Wooden Brooches by The Twenty Fingers on EtsyTabbisocks OTK Socks Clarks Brogues {Similar at ASOS} Unique Vintage Tote Fave vintage hat 

Munnar, Day 4: No journals were kept on this day for this day was a pain in the ass. Almost a month later, as I sit down to recall the series of memorable buttaches that comprised this day, my predominant impression is that of cold. How cold it was, how cold! The hotel shunted us out in an auto at 6 in the morning, claiming apocalyptic strikes and road barricades. 11 kilometers of bumpy hill-riding later, we reached a shady motel in town where we decided to rest our feet and bags. Following which, Munnar completely failed to rise to the occasion, remaining sleepy, tranquil, and pointedly strike-free for the rest of the day. I wanted to dress for travelling, so I picked the comfiest possible outfit from my greatly diminished pile of clean clothes. Then we heard rumours of a flower garden in the neighbourhood, so Mooshu had to be pressed into action with the camera.

A couple of things I was grateful for that day: my tweed blazer from Sumissura and my Unique Vintage tote which doubled up perfectly as a carry-on bag. Rarely have I worn clothing that’s been tailored to my exact measurements, and the difference is ever so surprising and pleasant. We wandered around the garden, took a mini hike to a ‘sightseeing point’, napped in the shady motel bed, and slept through 12 hours of two different buses in hills, forests, and finally the long dusty plain. My jacket became a pillow, a comforter, a blanket to hide in from the mountain blast, a window shade against the highway lights. I was a wayfarer and that jacket, my towel. We saw the stars that night as I’d never seen them. The milky way like a sheet of galactic dust stretching from hilltop to hilltop, merely an arm of the spiral faint with starlight old and new, but so immediate, tangible, the star crown of our little slice of the universe. If the ancients were obsessed with the stars, seeking patterns, prophecies and portents in them, they did so for a reason. Seldom have I felt such profound nothingness in my being as I did that night, my consciousness extinguished as the pinprick of a dying star, a dust trail dissipating dim in the nether reaches of the cosmic dark. The stars alone were worth the journey, and after them everything else felt incidental.

There were meals to hunt down, drunks to ward off, language barriers to overcome and a house to be cleaned when we got back - the fine print of daily life that weighs us all down in its infinitesimal details. Later, there are meals to cook and outfits to blog and precious nuggets of time that Moosh and I spend together before I bundle him into a taxi in a blur of tears, and eventually, as the days trickle past, I forget that night we drove through the forest, and I forget the stars. Yet in times when the world ebbs away from me, and I’m left alone in the echo chamber of my head, I think of the galaxy. I think of the night forest, and the dome of the universe arched above our heads, the wash of light dusting across it, and I think of what filled my puny little heart to bursting then. It’s stardust I think, the stardust in my bones, calling me home to the infinite.


I adore this dress so much. For years, I’ve wanted to own a sushi dress but they were always either super expensive or never came in sizes available for fat girls. I call this a dream come true! 

Sushi dress: CowCow on Amazon (3x)

Denim vest: Ross (3x)

Belt: Ross (2x)

Sandals: Ross (Size 8 ½)

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My love of fashion began with vintage, a long time ago. It was always the small things, the tiny details. The fabric covered buttons, edges of meticulous stitching, plush velvet and silks that rustled when I moved. And if a lot of it was scratchy polyester too, I was still charmed by how different everything looked compared to what the early 2000s had to offer (it was that long ago!) My fondness for vintage has grown with me over the years. When I look at my wardrobe now, my most beloved pieces are still the ones dating 50, 60, 70 years ago. There’s something special about wearing a part of history on your back.

I’ve teamed up with three equally vintage loving bloggers today for this post. Joi, Sacramento, and Cynthia are all posting on the same theme, so do check out their amazing vintage outfits which I’ve totally been blown away by! I’m legendarily awkward about doing collaborations, mostly due to my scoliosis leaving me with very few spoons, and I hate letting people down! But I’m so delighted and honoured that Joi asked me to do this - if nothing else, just for that wonderful feeling of community with people halfway across the world who share a similar fashion ethos. I decided to wear a vintage Bavarian dress for this post, one which had been languishing in my closet for ages. My accessories are contemporary, but they’re secondary to the dress, which is the centrepiece. I felt like some kind of a fairy queen of summer, twirling around in Ulsoor lake as Tahireh directed and snapped away, and Antara made sure neither of us ended up in the water from too much enthusiasm. It was one of those perfect storm scenarios that produce absolute photographic perfection.

Don’t forget to visit Joi, Cynthia, and Sacramento’s blogs for their take on vintage love! The links are below for easy access.

In My Joi (Joi) ♥ Skittlis Fashion (Cynthia) ♥ Mis Papelicos (Sacramento)

Wearing ♥ Vintage Bavarian Dress ♥ Flower crown from Elle Santos on Etsy ♥ Gifted bag ♥ New Look Sandals

Photos by Tahireh Lal


I feel like the next Supreme in this outfit. Halloween is every day!

Bat dress: CowCowClothing on Amazon. (3x)

Bat purse: ASOS (via Ebay)

Belt: Ross (Men’s section)

Hat: Wal-Mart

Makeup: Birthday Girl and Boy Band eyeshadow from Colourpop, Etude House BB Cream, Physician’s Formula bronzer, Wet n Wild liquid eyeliner, Wet n Wild lipstick in Cherry Bomb, Milani mascara.