Qipao

After a nightmare of a shift at work yesterday, it was fun to spend the Sunday with my dear Dittaru. Jessheim Storsenter was open from 14:00-18:00, so we kicked off the day with a bit of shopping. I was determined to confine myself to window shopping only, but somehow I managed to throw myself over a Belle & Sebastian CD and the Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels OST anyway. I tell you everyone - here is your girl with restraint and self-control. I am not regretting the splurge at all however, as I am loving my new music.

When we got back to my place we dressed up in our qipaos, stuck various objects in our hair and plastered our faces with foundation. Then we ran giggling out to the garden to take pictures. What is life without a bit of photo-whoring to make yourself look completely ridiculous?

I love my qipao, although it is most likely fake silk that I spent far too many Renminbi on at the "Silk" Marked in Bejing. I managed to use my crappy Mandarin to have it fitted by a tailor though - and I am still proud to this day.