Make Me Sparkle, Like Edward Cullen.

#Armparty will never attain its true form of a party without any appropriate clutch (or small bag) for any occasion. And such a minor issue could be solved easily by just purchasing (sometimes splurging) on a perfect - day to night - clutch, if you're not one who changes out their bags twice a day. So that's why sometimes a sparkly accoutrement that holds your daily necessities would be sufficient for one to survive the battlefield throughout the day. Figure A shows Edie Parker sparkly clutches that would illuminate during the day, while adding a little elegance and glamour during the night.

With a little trick up your sleeve, you could even use them to blind your rivals on a daytime battlefield. At least you manage to take them out for a day.

Besides, for all you sequin lovers out there, we can't deny that it's inevitable to look a little tad sleazy if you have sequins all over your bodycon dress. So why not contain them in a clutch instead?

Figure B above shows an impostor Edie Parker sequin-filled (and joy-filled) clutch. As I feel like an invalid without one, Zara was my alternative, cheaper source of hope and happiness for similar (and relatively good quality) versions. To cut to the chase, when I was in Zara, I saw this VS (Victoria's Secret) comparable beauty standing there, alone. I shyly approached her and reached out my (non-sweaty) palms and said 'Hi, my name is Sean, nice to meet you.', which rashly followed by 'Let's go out on a date.'

That was the first time I bodly asked someone out on a date. So I'm currently dating Isadora, which happens to be subsumed under the term called 'Clutch'.

I think I would be a mercenary if someone were to offer me a Edie Parker clutch. I even have their names prepared. In clockwise direction, from the sequined sides with a slob of massive wooden chunk in the center, meet Miranda, Charlotte, Samantha and Carrie. In my imagination.

And they all just happen to coincide with the four protagonists from Sex and the City.

Assorted Edie Parker Clutches in Figure A, Figure B shows Zara clutch (which happened to be on sale a week after I bought it -.-)
Figure A images from Google

The #Armparty

#Armparty has played a significant role in my life recently. For those who are unfamiliar with the term 'hashtag armparty' that I've been using, it's basically a synonym for arm candy that was coined by the awesome manrepeller. From posts where I pile up multiple audacious (atrocious for some 'normal' people) arm parties, I definitely have been (deeply) absorbed and influenced by the daily life of being a manrepeller. And I can reassure you that I have officially become a successful manrepeller (no pun intended), or at most probably still at the stage of impersonating her.

Reminiscing those days where arm parties were innate as a hassle and nuisance that could only impede my trys on unaffordable garments or cleansing my wrists. I guess manrepeller somehow manage to wake me up from the abyss I have been living in for the past sixteen years. Figure B shows a bohemian x tribal-esque arm party that my Matryoshka doll (actually it's a measuring cup) decided to werk it as a hat. Days of being arm naked are buried in the archives and now, not having ten pounds weighing down my wrists makes me feel bereft.

Not to forget they actually teach you how to be classy. They prevent you from being (and thus looking) unglamorous.

They always say beauty has a price to pay. And the price that tags along gorgeously elaborated and intricate wrist armaments further justify that statement. Dannijo is the best example to describe the aforementioned, where a paltry teenager could only stare at their website with dejected and sullen puppy eyes (not applicable if your parents are tycoons). Pleading my mum to splurge on a phenomenal (not to forget moderately expensive) arm party for me would equate to reducing her lifespan into half. That is why she chooses to say 'No' and/or 'No no'. She surely does not know the true benefits that arm parties bring. It isn't that surprising because she isn't a manrepeller, nor is she keen to comprehend the advantageous traits of arm parties.

Arm soirées, a subset of arm party also coined by manrepeller herself, is a more subtle version to arm party. Just from the term soirée, it is obvious that it's an invites-only gathering. That's why they evoke a daintier and classier version of arm party, yet not losing what constitutes to the term 'party'. This is how I picture an arm soirée. A mini get-together with the polished and anorexic-esque guests who are still pondering over Champagne or Moscato, and whom and where they should socialize. Above figure shows a majestic beast (aka horse for the horseweave) fetching my commonly worn arm soirées on its neck.

That's my story on the birth of arm parties. I wonder how many times I mentioned manrepeller in this post. Hmmm...