Voilà!

A total lifesaver on rainy days, I adore my crocs. But I'd always felt something was amiss about the handy pair.

Until I finally succumbed to the lure of these beautiful embellishments...

The damage? S$3.95 each.

A worthy make-over...absolutely lovely!

Have you adorned your crocs with Jibbitz yet?

Bring on the rainy days! (^_^)

My Glass Slippers

[Glass Slipper from Crystal Fox Gallery]

All hail the Jimmy Choos, Manolo Blahniks and Christian Louboutins! Somehow, a woman's attraction to shoes is like a man to football, that, or to boobs - you just can't have enough! And so, it comes as no surprise that a woman should possess at least an average of 20 pairs of footwear in her wardrobe, in different colours, shapes, designs and of course, height.

The funny thing is, in spite of a 4-digit price tag slapped on the shoe box of that pair of 3-inch rhinestoned stilettoes, these shoes don't last till next season's sale; almost immediately after the new arrivals hit the shores, they are already adorning the pedicured feet of some tai-tai. No kidding!

So where does that leaves me? Stopping short of an annual paycheck of half-a-million dollars, yours truly can only fantasize strutting in that pair of heels at the window display of the über-luxurious boutique at Palais Renaissance. All of a sudden, I feel like Cinderella.

But the conundrum between a woman's paycheck and her shoes does not end here just yet. Allow me to illustrate: the regular Steve Madden flats, the Beverly Feldman slip-ons, the Nine West heels or the typical Birkenstock sandals easily rings up a hundred bucks at the till. And my last example - even the ever-popular Havaianas rubber flip-flops is priced at S$39.90 a pair! Thus seemingly the average heartlander (well, that's you and me) is doomed to have more than a hole in her pocket.

Behold, yours truly rests her case with this wish: Dear Fairy-Godmother, can you give me a pair of glass slippers too? Either that, or turn me into a man.

Oh, sugars!

On the train to Baby K's party earlier this afternoon, I felt a tap on my shoulder while minding my own business. At first, I thought it was a friend, but what I saw when I turned around was a strange-looking face - a woman in her 40s signalling to an empty seat and nodding earnestly at me. Baffled, I find myself literally going "what the...?" You see, yours truly wasn't the only one standing in the crowded cabin so why in the world would I deserve the empty seat more than someone else, unless...

(a) I don maternity garb (???).

(b) My fat tummy resembles a baby in gestation (OMG!).

(c) That lady's in REAL need of glasses!

Honestly, I'm not sure whether to laugh or to cry. In case you're wondering, this was what I was wearing:

...and of course I didn't take that seat lah!