Category Archives: Fashion

recovery plan 1

Well. I’ve been pretty morose – it’s not really in my nature to lie still for days at a time. Nor is it particularly fun or easy hanging out on a mattress on my living room floor, unable to do much more than be in a pleasant stupor from the WOOSA painkillers, or snarl at Steve and Mum in a delightfully wingeful tone, or attempt to read everything in sight.

So I started poking around the house for motivation for recovery. And here’s the first.


Gorgeous Zara Heels

Aren’t they just beauties? I picked them up in Singapore, knowing full well I couldn’t wear heels for a few more weeks with my ankle. Now with my back, who knows? Still, I’m not the glamourous shoe queen for nothing, and if there is NO other reason (and there certainly are), I’ll be striving to get better because a lovely pair of shoes like this surely can’t go to waste.

pink zara heels

4 inch stiletto loveliness

I’ve already started dreaming up the summer outfits that will do these babies justice. Floral dresses, little black cocktail numbers, skinny jeans, denim shorts… Which gives me just a few months to get this spine back into “wearing heels” mode. And these aren’t the only pair. In the last 2 months I’ve acquired (ahem) a large number of gorgeous footwear, and wardrobe to match. Will be blogging all about it soon, rather frivolously, as it’s rather tragic I won’t get to wear it all for a while.

And now lastly, before we take one last look at these lovelies, I must just say:

A big thank you to all of you. The aching fear in my heart and supreme upset I felt has been so assisted by all your loving words – your messages, your emails, your support, your random visits to my apartment to foist upon me giggles, nourishment and help, your facebook posts, your smses, everything. From people near and far, friends and professional contacts, all of you, your stories, your flowers, your words, they have all meant ever so much. Thank you.

And now back to the shoes.

zara stilettos


ball on a budget

A few weeks ago Steve took me to a ball, a real, bonafide ball. It wasn’t till about a week before the ball that he threw in the fact that it was SUPER FORMAL, “all the girls at work are getting all dressed up, hair done, makeup, etc and gowns, definitely gowns”. Well that threw me off completely – not because I have an issue with LACK of dresses/frocks/gowns. More because I had just injured my ankle, and all my gowns involve slits or slightly above the ankle action, where a decidedly ugly strapping tape would show rather unattractively.

I was in Singapore when he told me about the formality of the ball, with only a week to find something (and a budget that made me weep), and so decided to take advantage of the Great Singapore Sale to find me a suitable ball outfit that kept me in glamorous bent without breaking the bank.

The ball was held at the Regent Ballroom, underneath the iconic Regent theatre. I couldn’t get a good photo – but it was absolutely stunning with high ceilings, chandeliers everywhere, amazing amazing, just so lush and decadent.

Regent Ballroom, Melbourne, Australia

Regent Ballroom, Melbourne, Australia

I managed to find this steal of a gown from MNG, one of my favourite brands for affordable fashion. It was on super sale, so ended up being just $89 (SGD). For a ball gown! YAYY! Plus, I could see it being worn on a summer’s day with some strappy sandals equally easily, so it wasn’t a strict formalwear buy. Gotta love multi-functional buys!

Sharon Pakir at the Ball - Regent Ballroom - 2010

At the entrance of Regent Ballroom

Hair – curled by hairdresser and updo-ed by me. Makeup – done with all the items in my makeup travel kit (fuss-free is good!). Shawl – $20 pashmina from Arab St stall in Singapore. Shoes – $49 from MNG in Singapore. Ankle Strap – courtesy of Olympic Park medical Centre. Dress – $89 from MNG in Singapore. Smile – free, Steve-inspired.

We made a pretty couple, I think:

Steve & Sharon at the Ball - Regent Ballroom - 2010

I MAY OR MAY NOT have had a hissy fit about not being able to wear high heels due to my injury, and feel all glamorous, about 20 minutes before leaving the house. Maybe, I may have thrown myself on the bed in a fit of despair. I may also have tried on about 4 pairs of heels in vain before collapsing in pain. Perhaps, if I were a naughtier person, I would’ve put on flats and then went on a 10 minute tirade about everyone thinking how UNFASHIONABLE I was. Perhaps. But of course, this remains between me and Steve. Forever.

It ended up being a wonderful night. No one could see my flatties under this gorgeous gown. Steve treated me like an absolute princess, even dashing out in the rain to hail me a cab whilst I waited in warm comfort. We took photos in the photobooth, and made merry and even had a bit of a hobbled dance. It was perfect. Plus, the dress held up, didn’t need fidgeting, was draped in a way to allow me to eat the 3 course meal without bulging. Sometimes the best fashion isn’t the most expensive fashion.

Steve n Sharon at the ball