oddities that slap and run

 About that odd incident from yesterday.

My friend and I were staring at the handmade tofu aisle yesterday when I noticed a stain on the front of her skirt. Now here is where it gets odd because the stain was exactly like a period stain that dries after a while but one never gets it on the front of their clothing. 

I pointed it to her and we both gasped and screamed in unison when we saw little droplets of blood on the floor and a small trail of blood drops behind us on the same path that we had taken. Thankfully the store was empty and there weren't too many people because we were aghast and worried and scared. 

I thought she had hurt her leg or something when my gaze fell upon her cloth bag which was red on the bottom and leaking blood and I was both relieved and grossed out because the blood in question was leaking from a couple pig livers my friend had purchased for her dogs and it had leaked out of the plastic wraps and somehow made way to the bottom of her bag and hence the mishap. 

Her bag was quite the sight to behold because it had many groceries that were smeared with blood and now we had to bring them all out and place them on a sheet of plastic polybag and wipe them with wet towels and buy another grocery bag that very moment to transfer all the contents and by the time we were done there was a small pile of bloody tissues on our person. 

Once they were all disposed of and we were sanitised, we laughed and purchased some handmade tofu.

It was all most weird and quite a Tuesday.

I hate shopping online for clothes! Goddamit!

How do people shop online for clothes and shoes?
I mean how does it happen?
To this date, I have never had a very high success rate with buying clothes online.
Almost always the fitting just doesn't happen right even though I've ordered the exact fitting I know which works for me somehow with different designs of the clothes from jackets to coats to blazers and trousers, it's the size which always gets in the way.

Case in point a woollen jacket I had ordered from a brand of which I already own a duster and so seeing a pretty woollen jacket I thought, well, why not and now even though I have the right size in front the damn thing sits on me like a blanket.

How on earth did this happen?
The style of the said jacket is a very modern oversize collared jacket which when I saw the images of looked absolutely smashing and I could barely resist the urge of clicking buy and that was my biggest mistake.
I should have learnt from my past mistakes but no!

The thing that came in the large box wasn't just atrociously large for me despite being the right size due to its style but it also looked horrible on me.
How could I have made such a huge mistake?
This isn't some fast-fashion brand, but a proper semi-luxury one and yet here I am with something I can't even bear to look at.

I will have to return and exchange for another in at least three sizes smaller and if that fails then perhaps I will have to find someone else whom it would fit better.
I am so upset it's not even funny.
No, I am angry and aghast and hating myself for this stupidity.

IKEA oh yes and no!

As if our homes weren't cluttered already, we now have IKEA to add to the ruin.
Ah well. Now there's going to be plastic galore. Plastic plastic everywhere, not a place to decompose. Sighs abundant.
But on the other hand, there's also some good quality furniture and other such which can add to the house in more ways than one could hope for, but then again any piece of good furniture can do that. It really depends on the perspective and drive of a person, but also it's the kind of place that can provide some inspiration, except the thing with inspiration is that it dies down on the way back from the stores.

Much like visiting decathlon and buying weights and watching cobwebs form all over them.

Is there really a point in keeping scented soaps in the bathroom when the toilet is dirty? It's a nice gesture but fruitless in the whole scheme of things.

One can decorate the place and prettify it with recherche ornaments but if it's all going to be covered under a layer of dust with needless things squeezing out of every corner,  littering each platform, populating every open space then there really isn't a point to it.

Of course, gorgeous, unique pieces of good furniture add to the personality of a space but their upkeep is just as important to have them look as elegantly faultless as they did on their day of arrival.
Problem is that often times things continue to look normal for a while and suddenly they take upon a shabby path and more oft than not laziness prevails that keeps us from sparing a moment to spruce just a bit to restore the shabbiness to its original normalcy, but NO! waiting is the name of the game and when finally one day when what was once beautiful turns into an eyesore it's either beyond damage control or tends to accumulate all those moments once ignored amassing them into some precious hours that are only half-heartedly dedicated towards their maintenance and upkeep.

This is by no means a rant against IKEA, but against buying things we neither need nor want, things that look beautiful under bright store lights and never nearly as crisp inside homes because of the overall messiness surrounding newness.
It's the allure of astoundingly decorated tiny sample rooms in IKEA stores that really push you into buying a certain piece, be it wardrobe or dining table or kitchen wares, the entire setup of a house is done so impeccably that you tend to mentally want to replicate that into your own house, not remembering once of the odd pieces of clutter all over, and it's when you're done with aspirational shopping that the reality of your disheveled home hits you and you've just added to the prevailing chaos.
I think we tend to overlook our shortcomings, much like purchasing that piece of garment sitting prettily over a mannequin but looking lumpy on a normal body we do the same with buying new things.
It's always better when you go on such disastrous missions to click pictures of your house and then use it to weigh against all the thigs you're buying.
Ditto for wardrobe, shoe rack, kitchen et all.

I mean it never hurts to keep reminding yourself of your follies and correct them before going forth with new adventures.

feels top mode

Today feels like I want to splurge on things I want but don't need like a couple delicious looking fawn coloured bags because I don't have any bags to go with my taupe shoes and I do not much like wearing mismatched bags to my shoes, I mean a bit of uniformity is needed and gods do I hate the combination of brown and black in an ensemble. Like a black bag and brown shoes or brown pants and black belt or black pants and a brown shirt and you get the jist.
So yes bags and maybe some hair care things, or beauty supplies that aren't makeup. perhaps some nice masques both for hair and face, and how about some serums and shower oils? some nice smelling scrubs even that linger on in the bathroom much after, that aren't harsh on skin and are free of parabens and sulfates and silicones and the rest.

So you can see or rather read that I'm in a frolicking shopping mood; the kind when you want to wear something non-fussy yet nice and go to a store and stare at products while pushing a small shopping cart. 
I mean I tend to be extravagant but I'm never wasteful and there are some days when I feel like indulging a bit.
It's just one of those fun things that online shopping can never accomplish nor aspire to be, probably why I end up hardly ever making any mindless purchases and littering the house with need not's.
Right. 
To the batcave.