An Inside Peek

This is actually the fourth time I've constructed my closet in the past two years. I feel ill thinking about the many hours I have wasted on organizing my closet. I probably could've written a thesis deconstructing the Asian myth and its direct impact on Asian-American feminism. And then presented it to a panel of leading theorists.

But it looks like I'll be doing it again at least two more times this year, as I'm moving to Seoul in July. I haven't really told this to many people, so if you find out by reading this, then... SURPRISE! The story is kinda complicated, but I'm going because this surgery (not plastic, but wouldn't you like it if I cared that much about my vanity) I'm getting costs less and is done better there. America isn't the leader in medicine anymore - at least not in this particular field. So, I'm going to be out of commission for at least a week, but I plan on queuing up some posts for then.

Back to the closet. Here are my clothes. They are arranged according to length and then color. Except the dresses are just a mish-mash of what I wear the most often in front & least in the back. When I was editing my photos, I realized that you can clearly see my underwear. My grandmother would not approve, but I don't think she understands the concept of a blog. She flipped out when I tried to explain Facebook. "Why would you want to post photos of yourself where everyone can see them?!?! There are perverts on the internet!"


I love white hangers.


The retired shoes...






The rotating collection...