<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:33:22.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far East Living - Designer's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Chronicles of a working mother of two on the brink of sanity and the daily lessons, discoveries, fashion tips, style guides and beauty secrets learned along the way.   ;-)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884.post-4178957990258417015</id><published>2009-09-28T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:01:15.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Wilderness With 54 Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SsF__CrgOQI/AAAAAAAAADc/R5P9aPUAqWk/s1600-h/IMG00076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SsF__CrgOQI/AAAAAAAAADc/R5P9aPUAqWk/s200/IMG00076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386727350339647746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My son started third grade this fall and one of the most exciting events for 3rd graders at his school is that they get to go on a 2 night camping trip with the entire 3rd grade class.  For some students, this will be their very first camping trip ever... very exciting indeed... for the students anyway.  For the parents, preparations for this trip was the source of greater than usual malay in seeking out and packing all the necessary gear and much anxiety as for many of us, this is the first time that our (now 7 and 8 year old) babies will truly be away from home... much anxiety indeed.  ;-p  Some of the girls' in his  class even exchanged sleepovers leading up to the trip to help them prepare for being away from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the trip was announced to the students, my son campaigned for me to go as a chaperon.  This was no surprise to me as every time he has had a class field trip in the past, he has always asked for me to go.  I'm not always able to go, but I always try.  But this trip presented a greater problem for me as I would have to somehow find childcare for his sister, who usually just hangs out with me and comes with me to all of my appointments during&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SsGE-QknNxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tX_Tmh6946I/s1600-h/CIMG8654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SsGE-QknNxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tX_Tmh6946I/s200/CIMG8654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386732834447111954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the day, not to mention all of the other projects that I've been trying to juggle lately.  So I put the thought of chaperoning on the back burner.  Besides, I was sure that some of the other parents in his class would volunteer to go.  In every class, there are always a few "uber parents" (you know who you/they are) that have very demanding full time jobs yet are always miraculously available whenever there is a need in class.  I've always admired them yet only dare to aspire to be a small fraction of the parent that they are.  Surely, at least one among them would be signing up as a chaperon for this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days before the trip, I received a message from a parent implying that no one from our class has volunteered to chaperon and claimed that she had heard that "I" had agreed to go.  This was news to me!  I decided that if there really was no parent from our class that could/would go, then I would indeed go as a chaperon.  The next day, at a birthday party that most of the kids and parents in the class attended, I took a poll and discovered that only 1 lonely dad , who was not one of the usual "uber parents", volunteered.  Relieved, I silently decided that I would not go  as I also had a responsibility to my younger child (even though technically, each class is supposed to have 2 parent volunteers).   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SsF__jJVCdI/AAAAAAAAADk/d7Z0JaWcHMg/s1600-h/CIMG8513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SsF__jJVCdI/AAAAAAAAADk/d7Z0JaWcHMg/s200/CIMG8513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386727359054678482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, I was still curious as to why none of the usual "uber parents" were volunteering this time.  So I found one them and inquired.  This particular mom then proceeded to explain to me that she was fully prepared to go, but her daughter actually asked her not to go as she wanted to express her independence.  My heart instantly sank as I realized that soon, my son will also be asking me NOT to go with him, NOT to be near him, be seen with him, etc., etc., etc.  At that moment, I decided that I'd better go, as it may very well be the last time that I'll actually be "wanted" by my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning of the trip, I was greeted by many very grateful parents, who also told me that I was crazy for going, but that they were grateful and relieved nonetheless as most of the kids in class know me and are very comfortable with me (and were not nearly as familiar with the other volunteer parents).   So off I went, with 54 screaming, yes screaming 3rd graders.  I instantly developed an even deeper appreciation for the commitment, dedication, and  insane willingness to subject their ears to daily punishment,  that our teachers posses.  Thank God for teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was for the most part, exactly what I expected it would be.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SsGBOmdkbmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aEvnE_vUHio/s1600-h/CIMG8661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SsGBOmdkbmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/aEvnE_vUHio/s200/CIMG8661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386728717154545250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a constant and consistent supply of kids having meltdowns for various reasons ranging from my best friend just hurt my feelings, to some other kid snatched my ball, to the world as we know it is about to come to an end because I cannot open my water bottle or my zipper is stuck, to I want my mommy because I'm tired and this is no longer fun...  Although the kids were mostly thrilled to be able to hang out with their friends in tents and play with flashlights, for the adults, the tents were well... tents, and the ground that we had to sleep on was well... hard and rather uncomfortable. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SsGAADXF0LI/AAAAAAAAADs/uNBhXtOYIQc/s1600-h/CIMG8633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SsGAADXF0LI/AAAAAAAAADs/uNBhXtOYIQc/s200/CIMG8633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386727367702335666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lunch provided by the camp guides which consisted of salame, bread and butter, Ritz crackers, Pringles, cheese and water was... unappetizing (although the kids didn't seem to mind at all).  Even the weather was a little on the too chilly to be comfortable side.  The one thing that surprised me, was how happy my son appeared to be throughout the entire trip to have me there.  He asked to sit next to me each time we got on the bus even though he had various friends asking to sit next to him.  He would approach me out of the blue just to hold my hand and walk a little with me.  He even leaned in to give me a kiss every now and then without a single worry that he might be teased by his friends (which fortunately did not happen as I'm sure it would have otherwise been my last public kiss for a very long time).  Although he is generally very sweet and affectionate with me at home and away from school, I was almost moved to tears several times at his sincere and genuine unabashed sweetness towards me in front of all of his buddies.  He even went out of his way on his own accord to gather souvenirs to give to his sister.  If only he could stay like this and never grow up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SsGBN-vHffI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ltlS3mdulYw/s1600-h/CIMG8603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SsGBN-vHffI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ltlS3mdulYw/s200/CIMG8603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386728706490727922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once back to civilization and more importantly, within cell phone range, my phone started buzzing and ringing off the hook with calls, messages, texts and emails from concerned parents. Amazingly, none of the kids from our class appeared to suffer from homesickness.  Most of the melt downs came from the other 2 classes.  As it turned out, all of the concerned parents in our class had nothing to worry about and much to be proud of.  Upon arrival, I was greeted by the same grateful parents who were happy to see that I survived and appeared to have taken bets out on whether I would make it back in one piece or not.  ;-p  One of the parents again reminded me that I must have a few screws loose for agreeing to go on this trip.  Another parent, after seeing how visibly exhausted I looked, asked if I would ever be willing to do something like this again.  The honest answer is  NO!  I scored my brownie point and I'm done!  ;-)  However, I really would suffer it all again if I could only experience that same sweet little guy who actually still wants his mom around.  After all, this is exactly why I left my corporate job, so that I could do crazy things like chaperon school camping trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I have to work on getting my daughter to forgive me for ditching her for 3 days!  A mother's work is never done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662088593290790884-4178957990258417015?l=fareaststyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4178957990258417015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-wilderness-with-54-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/4178957990258417015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/4178957990258417015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-wilderness-with-54-kids.html' title='In The Wilderness With 54 Kids'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SsF__CrgOQI/AAAAAAAAADc/R5P9aPUAqWk/s72-c/IMG00076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884.post-8490551747976622006</id><published>2009-09-11T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:17:08.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uninsured Motorists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SrPcp_6pn6I/AAAAAAAAADM/jHTD4Rc1pGI/s1600-h/CIMG8262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SrPcp_6pn6I/AAAAAAAAADM/jHTD4Rc1pGI/s200/CIMG8262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382888593728053154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I had the misfortune of getting rear-ended by an uninsured and unlicensed motorist.  Of course this couldn't have happened 6 weeks ago while I was still driving my old Jag (which the government calls a clunker).  It had to happen in my brand new Highlander!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor new truck has already been off to such a rough start.  In addition to the large amount of miles I've put on it right out of the dealer's parking lot (which is very uncharacteristic compared to my usual driving habits) it received it's first ding at about 3 weeks old thanks to my mother opening the passenger door, and with great force (especially considering her petite size) into a concrete wall.  Now, at only 6 weeks old, I can already check off it's first collision.  :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SrPc76kidaI/AAAAAAAAADU/1BQtX2RSWts/s1600-h/CIMG8263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SrPc76kidaI/AAAAAAAAADU/1BQtX2RSWts/s200/CIMG8263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382888901530776994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The good news is, no one was hurt and the uninsured, unlicensed driver didn't run.  He pulled over, was very apologetic, seemed to feel badly that both my kids were in the car to witness this collision, asked me again and again not to call the 5-0 (police), and promised to make payments towards getting the damage repaired.  I guess I can only keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best... I mean, what else am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662088593290790884-8490551747976622006?l=fareaststyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8490551747976622006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/09/uninsured-motorists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/8490551747976622006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/8490551747976622006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/09/uninsured-motorists.html' title='Uninsured Motorists'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SrPcp_6pn6I/AAAAAAAAADM/jHTD4Rc1pGI/s72-c/CIMG8262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884.post-134062370464477047</id><published>2009-08-24T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:29:45.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paging Doctor Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was just finishing up a conference call when I heard my kids come back in with my sister from walking her chocolate lab one last time before she headed on the road back home to LA.  I heard the sound of the front door flying open and then... the sound of the "death cry"!  Every parent knows the "death cry".  It's distinctly different from the sound of the "I'm upset because someone took my toy cry" or the "I'm grumpy because I'm tired or hungry cry" or the "my brother or sister is picking on me cry".  It's the cry that sounds like the world as we know it is going to end!  ;-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SpL6n-rOE1I/AAAAAAAAADE/ao09ZtIM6_E/s1600-h/CIMG8058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SpL6n-rOE1I/AAAAAAAAADE/ao09ZtIM6_E/s200/CIMG8058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373632870152541010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From upstairs, I could already tell that it's my 3 year old sobbing (and not her brother).  So I head down to investigate and discover that she somehow managed to get a large (1/2 inch or so) splinter wedged deep into her hand.  Although the splinter was rather large and rather deep into her skin, there was no bleeding and it really didn't look so bad.  However, my poor 3 year old was sobbing hysterically as if the sky had just fallen.  This was not the first time that I, Doctor Mom, have had to surgically excise a large and deep splinter from a tiny little hand so I felt well prepared for the task.  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1:  A big hug to calm her down and a slow and careful explanation of what I'm going to do to make everything all better again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2:  The surgery - careful removal of the splinter using a needle to dislodge the splinter from the skin and then a tweezer to remove it, all while wiping up tears, convincing her that she needs to stop crying so that she can stay still and allow me to "fix her ouchy", and reassuring her that everything will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3:  The application of the Bactine/Neosporin etc. and the colorful cartoon character band-aid that always brings a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4:  Another big hug and lots of praise to the little one for being so brave followed by washing the little face clean of all the tears and slobber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of this was finished just in time for us all to send my sister and her dog off on their drive back home, get my son started on finishing his summer homework (due on the first day of school, this Thursday), and put on Sesame Street for my newly bandaged up daughter.  I even managed to take my next scheduled call right on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another typical day in the life of a modern, working mom.....  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662088593290790884-134062370464477047?l=fareaststyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/134062370464477047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/08/paging-doctor-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/134062370464477047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/134062370464477047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/08/paging-doctor-mom.html' title='Paging Doctor Mom'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SpL6n-rOE1I/AAAAAAAAADE/ao09ZtIM6_E/s72-c/CIMG8058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884.post-5211684131172890469</id><published>2009-08-24T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:57:51.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars Are Made To Be Driven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the past four years, I put an average of only around 7,000 miles per year on my old Jag (now reclassified as a "clunker").  However, because of my aunties visiting from Taiwan, I put nearly 2,000 miles on my new Highlander in the last 3 weeks!  The best part is, I've only owned it for 3 weeks!  In an instant, my new Highlander has practically lost half it's value thanks mostly to the many, many round trips from Palo Alto to Pleasanton to pick up the aunties, to San Francisco and various other Bay Area attractions, back to Pleasanton to drop off the aunties and then back home to Palo Alto.  Why my uncle insisted that the aunties stay with him way the heck out in the middle-of-nowhere-Pleasanton is a mystery.  But I suppose from his perspective the answer would be "why not?" as he's not the one that has to suffer for it, I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SpLwSqJkViI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fnPqdJJXxVE/s1600-h/CIMG7767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SpLwSqJkViI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fnPqdJJXxVE/s200/CIMG7767.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373621508749153826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I lamented over the literally instantaneous and drastic depreciation of my new Highlander, my dear sister reminded me that cars are not meant to be investments, "cars are made to be driven".  The good news is, the aunties had a fabulous time visiting with us all in California and we all have wonderful memories to treasure because of it.   Now that I've delivered the aunties  safely back on their flight back home to Taiwan, I can go back to my normal driving habits and the insanity of all the back to school activities for my son who starts 3rd grade this Thursday.  What a fun, eventful and memorable summer it has been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;The San Francisco City Pass is a super deal for anyone wishing to spend some time visiting the cultural attractions in SF!  For only $59 when purchased from &lt;a href="http://www.alcatrazcruises.com/"&gt;www.alcatrazcruises.com&lt;/a&gt; (or $50 if you don't feel the need to actually visit Alcatraz and a regular boat tour/cruise of the Bay will do when purchased through the &lt;a href="http://www.entertainment.com/"&gt;Entertainment Book&lt;/a&gt;), you get a round trip cruise and self guided audio tour of Alcatraz, unlimited Cable Car and bus rides within SF, and admission to the Academy of Sciences in Golden Gate Park, Aquarium of the Bay at Pier 39, the SFMOMA and the DeYoung Museum + Legion of Honor or the Exploratorium.   The cost of the Bay Cruise and admission to the Academy of Sciences alone already add up to the price of of the City Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably buy the City Pass again next summer even if we're not hosting out of town visitors as it's totally worth it just to take the kids to all of those museums again.  They had just as much fun at the Academy of Sciences, Exploratorium and the Aquarium of the Bay as they would have had at any random amusement park and it's much more meaningful and shhhhhh... educational!  Plus they would love another trip to Alcatraz and would ride the Cable Cars back and forth all day long if they could!  It's fun to be a tourist in your own back yard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662088593290790884-5211684131172890469?l=fareaststyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5211684131172890469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/08/cars-are-made-to-be-driven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/5211684131172890469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/5211684131172890469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/08/cars-are-made-to-be-driven.html' title='Cars Are Made To Be Driven'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SpLwSqJkViI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fnPqdJJXxVE/s72-c/CIMG7767.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884.post-2663113530111349121</id><published>2009-08-06T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:58:16.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cash For Clunkers Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I swore to myself years ago, after splurging on my Honda S2000, that I would never, ever buy a brand new vehicle again. It simply does not make good financial sense. Purchasing a 3 to 5 year old new used vehicle is much, much smarter. But when Obama came out with the Cash For Clunkers program, suddenly, purchasing a brand new vehicle was no longer such a terrible idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny enough, it was my mother, who barely speaks English, who first heard about the program on the Chinese language news and then subsequently insisted on a daily basis that I take advantage of the incentive. I did indeed need a larger vehicle to haul all of my inventory and gear around for my trunk shows and fashion shows. Until now, I've been making do with my old 97 Jaguar XJ6 L.  (It was a beautiful sedan which I bought used for a really good deal.  I managed to score the L model with the longer wheel base which made it even more sleek looking and very comfortable in the back seat.)  It was quite the challenge, but miraculously, I was able to make it work as long as I didn't have my kids with me and stripped the back seat of their car seats. But lately, many of the features of my Jaguar have been malfunctioning. The driver's side door wouldn't open unless I rolled down the window and reached over to open it from the outside (quite comical that I had to let myself out of my car that way considering that it's a "Jaguar"). The headliner has been sagging quite terribly and most recently, the steering column, which is supposed to automatically retract into the dash so that it's easier to get in and out of the vehicle, would retract and extend repeatedly nonstop after I shut down the engine, plus the alarm started to just go off spontaneously. In short, my beautiful XJ6 had turned into a CLUNKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SoDz5qqackI/AAAAAAAAACk/bZPYcYYW1rI/s1600-h/AuRevoirS2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SoDz5qqackI/AAAAAAAAACk/bZPYcYYW1rI/s200/AuRevoirS2000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368558927855907394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, my mother's ultimate goal was for me to trade-in the very last semblance of my youth - my S2000. I first fell in love with it at the Auto Show in SF in 1999. I admired it from the turn table at the show and watched how beautiful it looked under the fancy spotlights and then found myself at the Honda dealership shortly after it first became available in 2000. It was my one big splurge. Carrie Bradshaw splurges on Manolo Blahniks, I spluged on a sports car! It was the original, made-in-Japan model, before they toned down the engine and made it more pedestrian. I couldn't bring myself to let go of it, even after I had my second child, so I bought the used Jag to transport the family. Even though I haven't been able to drive the S2000 much lately, the rare opportunities where I found myself kid-free and having the privilege to drive my little red roadster were like sheer bliss! I would put the top down, have the wind in my hair, pass up all of the soccer moms in their SUVs and minivans and pretend to be 25 again! My mother on the other hand, saw my S2000 as a needless, frivolous waste and couldn't wait to have me get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spurred by my mother's insistence, I went online to search for the most economical 7 passenger vehicle that would qualify under the CARS program. As it turns out, the Toyota Highlander was the only vehicle that would qualify given my clunker (Jaguar) trade-in. I compared the fixed pricing for the Highlander on the Costco Auto Buying Program, AAA Auto program and in the end, found that the best price for this particular vehicle was offered by the American Express Auto Buying Program. The Amex program led me to Hayward Toyota which quoted the best price of all of the participating dealerships in the greater SF Bay Area. But I didn't stop there. The thorough researcher that I am, I decided to call all of the dealers in the area to see who had the Highlander with all of my features (or rather, lack of features as I didn't want to pay the premium for the built-in navigation or dvd/rear entertainment system and for whatever reason, most Highlanders in this area seem to have at least one or both of those features) in stock and then to find out if they would be willing to match the pricing that my Amex auto program offered. That's when I discovered that Hayward Toyota not only offered the best pricing, but also the best service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the so called auto sales "professionals" that I spoke with knew far less about the Highlanders than I did.  Most of them were very nice but couldn't answer my basic questions and forgot to call me back when they said they would.  I do understand that they were all swamped and overwhelmed with the demand generated by the cash for clunkers program.  However, regardless of how busy Jeff Hershman from Hayward Toyota was, he always remembered to call me back and follow-up on every item.  Jeff was fantastic! He was very thorough, very patient and took the time to answer all of my questions (and I had a lot of questions). He was very considerate and understood that buying a car is a big decision and not one that should be rushed into. He also tried his best to help make sure that all of the paperwork was finished as quickly as possible.  After the purchase, Jeff continued to be very thorough and even called to follow up and make sure that I was enjoying my new Highlander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SoD0G-aQ1CI/AAAAAAAAACs/h93n9QPPzz4/s1600-h/Xander_S2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SoD0G-aQ1CI/AAAAAAAAACs/h93n9QPPzz4/s200/Xander_S2000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368559156495176738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although my son (who had previously decided that he should inherit the S2000) and I are still in mourning over the loss of my roadster (and even my old XJ6) and will continue to mourn for some time to come, I am happy to say that my mother is very pleased to finally be rid of what's left of my youth and what she felt was a needless waste of space in our driveway.  She is especially happy that I managed to come home with the new family-mobile just in time to chauffeur her and her four sisters, who just arrived for a 3 week visit from Taiwan, around town.  Even though I can no longer deny that I too am in fact a "soccer mom" as I join their ranks in my snazzy new Highlander, I must admit that I am enjoying the nifty modern features of a brand new car, especially the integrated Bluetooth.  ;-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alls well that ends well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662088593290790884-2663113530111349121?l=fareaststyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2663113530111349121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/08/cash-for-clunkers-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/2663113530111349121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/2663113530111349121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/08/cash-for-clunkers-success.html' title='Cash For Clunkers Success!'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SoDz5qqackI/AAAAAAAAACk/bZPYcYYW1rI/s72-c/AuRevoirS2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884.post-4559078820426539061</id><published>2009-06-23T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:50:43.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeup Tips: Mascara Trials, Errors and Successes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I must admit that I never thought I would ever be dispensing any advice on makeup!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I often get asked by my friends about all things related to having kids – pregnancy, potty-training, discipline, diet… And of course I’m sought out often for style tips.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But makeup?&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Up until just a couple of months ago (just after the IN STYLE Palo Alto fashion show when my mother “suggested” that I learn to apply makeup the way the professionals did it that day – &lt;a href="http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-more-makeup.html"&gt;see my previous post&lt;/a&gt;) my entire makeup regimen consisted of face powder, lip gloss and sometimes lip liner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That was the extent of my knowledge on makeup.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sure I experimented with a little too much black eyeliner (as was the trend back then) in my early 20’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But not only was it soooooo NOT a good look for me, the older I got, the lazier I got when it came to playing with makeup.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And of course having kids was the end of all makeup experimentation altogether… until my mother reminded me that I’m not improving with age!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;;-)  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Spurred by my mother’s “encouragement”, I rediscovered the fun that is Sephora!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They really are fabulous!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pretty much everything is available for you to try and play with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have a fantastic customer service policy (I’ll never buy makeup from Saks, Neiman’s or Macy’s again unless it’s absolutely not available at either Nordstrom or Sephora) and the best part is, they actually train their sales associates!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every time I walk into a Sephora, someone super friendly and super knowledgeable offers their assistance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if I ask a question that stumps them, they’re always happy to find someone else for me who might have a more educated answer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For whatever reason, I decided that I wanted to start with my eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Doing up my eyes has always been a weakness of mine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I simply don’t know how.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus I have a pair of small, very Asian eyes that even most makeup artists have a tough time with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have absolutely no eyelashes… well, they’re there, kind of… they’re just super short and super sparse that you can’t see them at all without a magnifying glass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I decided that a great entry point for my new found makeup discovery phase would be… drum roll please… mascara!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had caught a portion of a segment on the TODAY Show on mascaras a while back where they were recommending a Japanese mascara called Fiberwig by Imju.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has these tiny little fibers mixed into the mascara (I’ve also heard them referred to or called “tubes”) that will actually adhere to your lashes and extend them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Supposedly, the more you apply, the longer your lashes look.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well I loved it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It really did make my lashes look longer and even did a decent job holding a curl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although I discovered that the more I applied, the clumpier my lashes got and that it really did take quite a bit of skill and practice to actually, gently make the lashes get longer and longer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The best part was, absolutely no smudging – not even on my ridiculously oily eyelids and the area just under my bottom eyelashes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remembered from my previous and very short-lived makeup experimentation phase in my early 20s that I was never able to find a mascara that did not smudge under my bottom eyelashes after a couple of hours and always ended the evening looking like a raccoon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thrilled with my new smudge-proof mascara discovery, I applied it every chance I got (i.e. whenever I had a few extra minutes without my kids climbing all over me before we had to leave the house)… until one day, I found myself having one of those heart-felt, tear jerker conversations with a good friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly, not only did I find myself with severe raccoon eyes, but I also had clumps of black fibers running down my face!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not a good thing!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As much as I loved this mascara, I learned that I needed to find something waterproof – and Fiberwig is unfortunately so very, very not waterproof.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As luck would have it, I managed to catch another makeup segment on the TODAY Show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This time, they recommended the DiorShow mascara… which is available in waterproof!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Back to Sephora I went, marched myself straight to their Dior section and bought myself the highly rated DiorShow mascara in the waterproof version.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I LOVED it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It really did volumize even my skimpy lashes and it did a decent job lengthening as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My favorite part was how it curled and kept the curl up all day and all night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was amazing how it opened up my tiny, very Asian looking eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, a couple of hours later, the smudging began.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was walking around with raccoon eyes again!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2008/pf/04/BBM/021908_chanel03_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 205px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2008/pf/04/BBM/021908_chanel03_a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Not to be discouraged, I marched myself back to Sephora again and again in search of the ultimate mascara that would curl, volumize and lengthen even the skimpiest of lashes, my lashes AND would not smudge on even the oiliest of skin types, my skin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a tall order, I know, but I was determined to find the ultimate mascara!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I consulted with a Sephora makeup professional each time, and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sephora.com/assets/dyn/product/P49014/P49014_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 186px;" src="http://www.sephora.com/assets/dyn/product/P49014/P49014_hero.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; each time, followed their recommendations and found myself trying: Chanel’s Inimitable mascara (great at separating lashes, not bad at lengthening and being smudge resistant but just didn’t volumize and curl quite as well as DiorShow Waterproof and is not waterproof), &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;BADgal Lash Mascara by Benefit (wax based, not waterproof but definitely tear resistant, which is all I really need, but not as great at curling and not completely&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH4AkUxj8GY/SRi1l9OaCxI/AAAAAAAAEIA/Tial3-Wh8fA/s320/Dior-Diorshow-Iconic-Mascara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH4AkUxj8GY/SRi1l9OaCxI/AAAAAAAAEIA/Tial3-Wh8fA/s320/Dior-Diorshow-Iconic-Mascara.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; smudge proof), DiorShow Iconic Waterproof mascara (still smudges, although not quite as much, but doesn’t curl or volumize nearly as well as the original DiorShow Waterproof), Lash DNA by Smashbox which is not available in waterproof but is supposed to be smudge proof so I tried it anyway because I was fascinated with the spiral brush (not too bad at being smudge resistant but couldn’t really curl at all and of course, is&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fashion-deals.com/images/blogs/6-2009/beauty-find-smashbox-lash-dna-mascara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 197px;" src="http://www.fashion-deals.com/images/blogs/6-2009/beauty-find-smashbox-lash-dna-mascara.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not waterproof).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, MAKE UP FOR EVER came out with a waterproof version of their Smoky Lash mascara which had already been highly recommended to me by a Sephora makeup professional but I didn’t try it because it wasn’t waterproof at the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It does a decent job volumizing and lengthening and is totally smudge proof and waterproof.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, it’s so waterproof that you definitely need to get yourself a good eye makeup remover to use with it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(I recommend Lancome’s Bi-Facil or, for those of you with kids and no time like me and need a quick, all-in-one solution, I highly&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cleanandclear.com/images/illustrations/prod_72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 241px;" src="http://www.cleanandclear.com/images/illustrations/prod_72.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; recommend Clean &amp;amp; Clear’s new oil free “Makeup Dissolving Foaming Cleanser”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not quite as quick and effective as Bi-Facil but not bad, especially for the $4.99ish price and easy, one-step all inclusive process.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, it still did not curl as well as the DiorShow Waterproof and could not hold the curl for very long either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So what’s a girl to do?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Exhausted with my mascara experimentation, I’m now using MAKE UP FOR EVER’s Smoky Lash Waterproof mascara on my lower lashes as it volumizes and is completely smudge proof and waterproof, and the original DiorShow Waterproof mascara on my top lashes as it really is second to none when it comes to the combination of being able to curl, volumize, lengthen and last for hours and hours and hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On very special occasions, when I actually have extra time to get ready, I’ll also use Imju’s Fiberwig mascara on top of both the DiorShow Waterproof on my top lashes and the Smoky Lash Waterproof on my bottom lashes for extra length.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I can’t handle anymore mascara experimentation!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure one day somebody will invent the truly perfect and ultimate mascara for us all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But for now at least, I am very happy to have finally found the perfect combination of mascaras for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.best-waterproof-mascara.com/d/sale/0/b/628.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.best-waterproof-mascara.com/d/sale/0/b/628.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sephora.com/assets/dyn/product/P237501/P237501_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 219px;" src="http://www.sephora.com/assets/dyn/product/P237501/P237501_hero.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/c0/3/AAAAAh5ETlIAAAAAAMA4jQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 226px;" src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/c0/3/AAAAAh5ETlIAAAAAAMA4jQ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662088593290790884-4559078820426539061?l=fareaststyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4559078820426539061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/06/makeup-tips-mascara-trials-errors-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/4559078820426539061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/4559078820426539061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/06/makeup-tips-mascara-trials-errors-and.html' title='Makeup Tips: Mascara Trials, Errors and Successes'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BH4AkUxj8GY/SRi1l9OaCxI/AAAAAAAAEIA/Tial3-Wh8fA/s72-c/Dior-Diorshow-Iconic-Mascara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884.post-1840754197492767974</id><published>2009-02-19T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:30:22.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie Morales in Far East Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fresh off of my emotional high from dressing Julie Haener for the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; year in a row, I was lucky enough to be invited to by Natalie Morales, TODAY Show Co-Host and National Correspondent for NBC, to come show her some samples!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got in touch with Natalie last May when I was trying to pitch the TODAY Show to have their anchors wear Far East Living items during the Olympics in China.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, I was not able to get a single reply from their producers but I did manage build a nice relationship with Natalie Morales, who was pregnant at the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had sent her some pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She expressed that she loves the Asian/fusion look.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And now I get to go meet her in person while visiting my girlfriend who is now pregnant with her second child!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Too bad my girlfriend Chris was not able to come too as I wasn’t able to get any shots of my fitting with Natalie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did however manage to get a short, behind-the-scenes video of me waiting in the green room at the TODAY Show alongside Suze Orman and Michelle Borba!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3peNEe7jkI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d3peNEe7jkI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Suze Orman, whom I’m a great admirer of to begin with, was very complimentary of my collection and said that she will plan on stopping by next time she’s on the West Coast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Natalie did end up picking up a few items including our classic Cashmere Mandarin Coat with handmade spiral accent Chinese frog closures, our Tweed Coat embellished with an ornate,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;oversized frog closure that was first braided using matching yarn and then applied by hand, and our very popular Silk Mandarin Jacket in a plum cherry blossom brocade featuring an exaggerated Mandarin collar and shoulderless sleeve styling dating back to the Ming Dynasty.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Natalie is seriously even more gorgeous in person than on TV and so incredibly nice! I’m just beside myself with excitement in knowing that she’ll be walking around Manhattan in Far East Living!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662088593290790884-1840754197492767974?l=fareaststyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1840754197492767974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/fresh-off-of-my-emotional-high-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/1840754197492767974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/1840754197492767974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/fresh-off-of-my-emotional-high-from.html' title='Natalie Morales in Far East Living'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884.post-853381198492832258</id><published>2009-01-28T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:31:09.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind-the-Scenes with KTVU FOX 2's Julie Haener</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/Sj6QSdr7DNI/AAAAAAAAACE/vjxzODVS15g/s1600-h/Julie_Fitting2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/Sj6QSdr7DNI/AAAAAAAAACE/vjxzODVS15g/s200/Julie_Fitting2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349872054243626194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I was lucky enough to have my girlfriend Chris Sommers, who just so happens to be a super talented photographer, accompany me to my fitting with Julie Haener, the primetime news anchor on KTVU FOX 2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Julie is also the co-host for the annual Chinese New Year Parade Broadcast in San Francisco along with Ben Fong-Torres.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is our 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; year dressing Julie for the parade broadcast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last year, she wore Far East Living’s &lt;a href="http://www.fareastliving.com/s/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=2_15&amp;amp;products_id=27"&gt;Cashmere Belted Kimono Cape&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The year before, she wore our Dragonfly Embroidered Trench.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This year, we incorporated some of her suggestions and custom tailored a jacket which we’re now calling the “Julie” jacket, naming it after her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Check out the behind-the-scenes shots from the fitting in the green room at the Fox Studios in Oakland in our photo gallery at &lt;a href="http://www.fareastliving.com/gallery"&gt;www.fareastliving.com/gallery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662088593290790884-853381198492832258?l=fareaststyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/853381198492832258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i-was-lucky-enough-to-have-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/853381198492832258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/853381198492832258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i-was-lucky-enough-to-have-my.html' title='Behind-the-Scenes with KTVU FOX 2&apos;s Julie Haener'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/Sj6QSdr7DNI/AAAAAAAAACE/vjxzODVS15g/s72-c/Julie_Fitting2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884.post-5843760861691340636</id><published>2009-01-04T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:24:05.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is This Crap?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today a very honest Chinese woman who was discovering Far East Living for the first time walked in and asked if we carried items from a particular Asian designer who, although I’ve never personally heard of, apparently is quite popular throughout Taiwan and China.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She grew up in China, absolutely loves this designer, and expressed how much she wishes she can purchase this designer’s items here in the U.S. without having to take a long flight back home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She then proceeded to share how she would NEVER wear any of the types of items that we currently carry and how she wishes we would carry lines that are less traditional and more fusion in inspiration.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;That comment baffled me as everything I do is a fusion of my eastern heritage and my western upbringing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nevertheless, her comments intrigued me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I appreciated her candor and it was clear that she was not at all trying to be rude or offensive, she simply wanted to share her opinion and give us guidance on what she felt we should do if we wanted to win her business.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She continued to express her displeasure in what she saw and stated that everything appears so ordinary, too traditionally Chinese, and completely lacks distinction.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t bat an eyelash at any of her comments and remained very interested in hearing what she had to say (again, because it was clear that her intentions were not to be offensive, she was simply being candid) so she continued to, well…... basically rip me to shreds!&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It wasn’t until she expressed that she wishes we would carry items made out of silk instead of polyester that I felt compelled to correct her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We in fact only use the finest silks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our woolens are mostly cashmere and our embroidery is all done by hand with very fine silk thread.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We do not currently have the ability to create and offer original prints but we do have some wonderful hand painted Qi Paos/Cheongsams (traditional Chinese dresses) and in addition to our custom tailoring service, we also offer a high level of customization especially with our hand embroidered and hand painted offerings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I certainly didn’t hold that comment against her either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, who among us can say that they’re a textile expert?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m always appreciative of everyone’s unique, individual perspective and sense of style but I did feel the need to correct factual inaccuracies.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Surprised by my correction of her inaccurate assumption of the quality of the materials that were used, she asked, “How long have you been around?” “Almost four years,” I said.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“That’s surprising!” she replied.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To which I couldn’t help but to ask her if she plans on watching the Chinese New Year Parade in San Francisco next month as we’ll be dressing Julie Haener, the host and Emmy-Award-Winning news anchor, again for the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; year in a row.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was again surprised by this fact so I couldn’t resist pointing out a few of our other notable clients.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, she asked, “Which lines DO you carry?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“We currently only carry our own original collection,” I replied.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Well who designs it?” she asked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I confessed that I am the designer, she became both visibly and verbally apologetic and then proceeded to attempt to find items that she could pay a compliment to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Funny enough, I found the first half of our conversation, the part where she ripped me to shreds, much more enjoyable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Could it be that I’m just a very self-deprecating type of person that actually enjoys verbal punishment?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or, maybe it was because the compliments that she struggled to fish out were very disingenuous, although an earnest attempt to apologize for her candid comments earlier in our conversation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I however, very much appreciated her honesty and in the end, couldn’t stop laughing about it with my sales associate Patty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I did look up the phenomenally talented designer that she was referring to at the beginning of our conversation which helped me to understand why, contrary to the reaction of most who see my collection, she felt that my work was too “traditionally Chinese”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although the designer that she likes is Chinese, her work includes almost no Chinese or Asian influences at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though I too am now a huge fan of this designer, I don’t plan on changing my design direction anytime soon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, my business is based here in the U.S., not in China, and including hints of my Asian heritage in my work is what sets me apart from the thousands of talented designers here.  Just because one person who grew up in China is tired of seeing Asian cultural influences, doesn't mean that the rest of the world doesn't desire to see and to learn more about the Asian culture that this one person is trying to get away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662088593290790884-5843760861691340636?l=fareaststyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5843760861691340636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-this-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/5843760861691340636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/5843760861691340636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-this-crap.html' title='What Is This Crap?'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884.post-2343516752319449464</id><published>2008-12-25T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:58:21.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman's Place Is At Home With Her Children?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On this blessed day during which we commemorate the birth of Christ, my mother decided to tell me that she feels my place is at home with my children and that I should close up my boutique, quit working and stay home caring for my kids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is very significant as my mother has worked very hard her entire life and is the very last person that I would ever expect to dispense advice encouraging me not to earn money!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She went into great detail on what a critical age my son is at and how important it is to have his mother right now and how I’ve been burdening the entire family with my absence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of which I whole-heartedly agree with but there’s just one small piece of the puzzle that she seems to have forgotten, how are we going to pay all the bills?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She responded that I should just ask their dad for greater financial contributions towards our living expenses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Funny………..!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Apparently it never occurred to her that if the option was actually available to me, I would not be working at all during this period in my children’s lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Yes, Merry Christmas to you too Mom!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662088593290790884-2343516752319449464?l=fareaststyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2343516752319449464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/womans-place-is-at-home-with-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/2343516752319449464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/2343516752319449464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2008/12/womans-place-is-at-home-with-her.html' title='A Woman&apos;s Place Is At Home With Her Children?'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884.post-4374881587097252950</id><published>2008-11-21T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:52:53.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Far East Living's Fashion Show at Cal Asia's 14th Annual Asia Night 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/Sj6AudcQFSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oLgeXFS9bcM/s1600-h/IMG_0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/Sj6AudcQFSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oLgeXFS9bcM/s200/IMG_0146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349854943028188450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My web developer’s girlfriend passed along this opportunity to produce a fashion show for &lt;a href="http://www.calasia.org/"&gt;Cal Asia’s 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Annual Asia Night at the Ritz Carlton in San Francisco&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got the call while attending fashion week in Los Angeles and was already feeling incredibly inspired by the awesome shows that I had been attending.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It sounded like so much fun!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, by the time she contacted me about it, I only had 3 weeks left to prepare.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ZOINKS!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately, Cal Asia was able to help me recruit quite a few models and I was able to rework one of my previous shows.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the end, despite the complete lack of cooperation from the AV folks at the Ritz Carlton, the show turned out wonderfully!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The volunteer models recruited by Cal Asia were all AMAZING, so incredibly nice, and the perfect compliment to the volunteer models that I had the privilege of being able to include in this show as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The hairstylists and make-up artists from &lt;a href="http://www.seven7salon.com/"&gt;Seven Salon in Oakland&lt;/a&gt; were so much fun and incredibly talented.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope to be able to work with all of these folks again very soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662088593290790884-4374881587097252950?l=fareaststyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4374881587097252950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2008/11/far-east-livings-fashion-show-at-cal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/4374881587097252950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/4374881587097252950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2008/11/far-east-livings-fashion-show-at-cal.html' title='Far East Living&apos;s Fashion Show at Cal Asia&apos;s 14th Annual Asia Night 2008'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/Sj6AudcQFSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oLgeXFS9bcM/s72-c/IMG_0146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884.post-130824848784972717</id><published>2008-09-05T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:15:59.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Far East Style on ABC's The View From the Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today my &lt;a href="http://www.viewfromthebay.com/"&gt;View From the Bay&lt;/a&gt; segment aired on KGO ABC 7 at 3pm!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is my first opportunity to see how the segment turned out as I was not able to see even any of the raw footage in advance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s also my very first television feature.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t help but find myself dissecting my posture, tone, the way I looked, the manner in which I answered the questions from the interviewer…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy the moment until my 15-month-old daughter walked into the room, saw me on television and started jumping up and down in excitement exclaiming, “That’s my mommy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s my mommy!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the TV, that’s my mommy!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Clearly we don’t watch our own home videos very often and even when we do, I’m rarely on screen as I’m usually the one behind the camera.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It wasn’t until I was able to see the pride and sheer joy in her eyes that I finally stopped to relish the moment and realized that this is why I do what I do, so that my kids can be proud of their mother!  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662088593290790884-130824848784972717?l=fareaststyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/130824848784972717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2008/09/far-east-style-on-abcs-view-from-bay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/130824848784972717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/130824848784972717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2008/09/far-east-style-on-abcs-view-from-bay.html' title='Far East Style on ABC&apos;s The View From the Bay'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884.post-3923074089980794507</id><published>2008-08-24T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:11:12.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little More Makeup</title><content type='html'>Today, my dear mother, in all of her great wisdom suggested that I should consider wearing more make-up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She explained that I’m not getting any younger after all, and could use a little more color on my face like I had yesterday during the fashion show (as it was applied by professionals).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Until now, my daily make-up routine included face powder (Shiseido’s Aupress line – possibly only available in China - with SPF 20 in shade OC20) and lip gloss (by Neutrogena in either Dreamy or Glimmer depending on the outfit I had on for the day).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No foundation (Shiseido’s powder I felt did a decent enough job of covering all of the unevenness in my skin and scarring from my very acne prone teenage years without being too heavy), no eye make-up, just some lip liner every now and then to enhance to color of the lip gloss, again depending on what I was wearing that day.&lt;o:p&gt;  &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks to my mother’s “gentle” encouragement, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt for me to pay a little more attention to what the “professionals” are doing for me (I do get to work with quite a few incredibly talented make-up artists these days) and maybe learn a trick or two.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also pulled out an old Estee Lauder blush that came as a part of a “free gift with purchase” package a while back and started playing with that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I will now be adding a little blush to my daily make-up routine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;;-p&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662088593290790884-3923074089980794507?l=fareaststyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3923074089980794507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-more-makeup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/3923074089980794507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/3923074089980794507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-more-makeup.html' title='A Little More Makeup'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884.post-8035881102942161860</id><published>2008-08-23T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:05:23.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN STYLE Palo Alto Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/Sj2xMCGEP7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/3m63ZOVz2kI/s1600-h/Capelet%26Dress-s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/Sj2xMCGEP7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/3m63ZOVz2kI/s200/Capelet%26Dress-s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349626752664879026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a day!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After months of planning, preparations, negotiations, recruiting, rehearsing, hours and hours of conference calls, meetings, fittings, more rehearsing… it all led up to today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our al fresco community fashion show in Lytton Plaza which we call IN STYLE Palo Alto!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is our second year and second attempt at IN STYLE Palo Alto so many things did come together more quickly and easily.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, this year, I’m leading the charge instead of being one of several boutique owners who co-organized the event last year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I managed to strike a partnership this year with the Palo Alto Festival of the Arts which had many pros and cons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the plus side, I didn’t have to worry about any of the marketing or promoting of the event.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the minus side, we didn’t get the most desirable location and I had to manage through many layers of politics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the end, everything came together wonderfully!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My team of gorgeous volunteer models were flawless and beautiful in addition to being incredibly kind and generous with their time and their willingness to help pull it all together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The DJs were amazing… the calm in the eye of the storm of the day!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were so well prepared and so helpful and even shot some amazing pictures of the show to share!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Check out the results at &lt;a href="http://www.instylepaloalto.com/"&gt;www.instylepaloalto.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662088593290790884-8035881102942161860?l=fareaststyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8035881102942161860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-style-palo-alto-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/8035881102942161860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/8035881102942161860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-style-palo-alto-success.html' title='IN STYLE Palo Alto Success!'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/Sj2xMCGEP7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/3m63ZOVz2kI/s72-c/Capelet%26Dress-s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884.post-8047685770422256080</id><published>2008-08-10T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:36:14.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Far East Living on ABC's The View From the Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I received an email from Audrey Mansfield, the fashion editor from the View From the Bay, which airs weekdays on ABC, indicating that she would like to include me in an upcoming segment featuring Asian inspired fashions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was beside myself with excitement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then after speaking with her live, I panicked!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She wanted to film the segment on the following Monday, which left me with only a week to prepare for the shoot, plus it was just 5 days before the &lt;a href="http://www.instylepaloalto.com"&gt;IN STYLE Palo Alto fashion show&lt;/a&gt; at the Palo Alto Festival of the Arts which I was responsible for producing!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to drop everything and scramble to recruit models for a weekday filming (most of my models work regular office jobs on weekdays) and decide what I wanted to show and what I wanted to say and I only have a few days to do so...  ZOINKS!  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662088593290790884-8047685770422256080?l=fareaststyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8047685770422256080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/far-east-living-on-abcs-view-from-bay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/8047685770422256080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/8047685770422256080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/far-east-living-on-abcs-view-from-bay.html' title='Far East Living on ABC&apos;s The View From the Bay'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7662088593290790884.post-3970292808014225492</id><published>2008-03-31T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:20:10.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henri Bendel Open See in New York City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SjyJ0RSbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/-uB72Dr85Tg/s1600-h/CIMG4383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SjyJ0RSbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/-uB72Dr85Tg/s200/CIMG4383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349301988496205762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhhhh, the Big Apple!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fashion capital of America!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I can make it here, I’ll make it anywhere…!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Against the advice of a very successful designer who had already gone through the process, I hopped on a plane to New York so that I could get up at the crack of dawn and stand in line in the freezing cold for my chance to be seen by the buyers at Henri Bendel in their bi-annual Open See event.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The jewelry designer that I had been in touch with had previously gone through and been selected in the Open See process.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She explained that after you’re selected, you’re actually asked to come back several times for your collection to be “tested” during their trunk show events.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is fine if you live nearby but if you have to fly over from the west coast each time (which is the case for both she and I), it can get quite costly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Furthermore, Bendel insists on taking a very high percentage of your sales during the trunk shows forcing you to raise your prices and in turn potentially lowering the volume of sales that you might have had.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you survive the trunk show process, you will then be invited to have a counter or station within their 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Avenue department store but you will be responsible for recruiting, managing and paying to staff your station and Bendel will of course continue to take their lofty cut.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not to mention that this would be a logistical nightmare for a company that is not based in or near Manhattan.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;However, she is a jewelry designer and I’m an apparel designer, I thought.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe things might turn out differently for me, better somehow?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So against all good sense and logic, I went anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got in at around midnight and planned to be up by around 5am the next mo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SjyVzkjV3WI/AAAAAAAAABk/zx80LICriGo/s1600-h/CIMG4380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SjyVzkjV3WI/AAAAAAAAABk/zx80LICriGo/s200/CIMG4380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349315170627083618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rning (which turned out to be more like 6am) and ended up taking my place in line, along with my gargantuan suitcase full of samples, just after 7am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By then, the line of hopeful, starry eyed designers had already wrapped around 56&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Street and onto 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Avenue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone had an arm load of highly guarded samples of their work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most were jewelry designers with more manageable bags but some even came wheeling their garment racks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The line continued to grow and within about 10 minutes after my arrival, the line wrapped around past 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Avenue and onto 55&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Street.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought I came rather well prepared, bundled up in several layers under my Cashmere Classic Trench and ballet flats.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I kept a pair of super hot leather boots with a 4” heel (which I was not about to stand in line with!) for me to change into along with swapping out my trench for my more eye-catching &lt;a href="http://www.fareastliving.com/s/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;cPath=2_15&amp;amp;products_id=27"&gt;Cashmere Kimono Cape&lt;/a&gt; once I got closer so that I looked a little more fashion forward for my presentation.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My trusty, although super heavy, suitcase doubled as a &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SjyQo_peaSI/AAAAAAAAABU/iiYCe_y-Dns/s1600-h/CIMG4387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SjyQo_peaSI/AAAAAAAAABU/iiYCe_y-Dns/s200/CIMG4387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349309491363866914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;place for me to sit while waiting and shivering.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Even though I heard and shared a lot of great stories with my fellow hungry, young designers in line, the wait still seemed like an eternity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But luckily for me, I managed to get inside just before it started to rain.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Zoinks!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The one thing I forgot to pack was an umbrella!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Once inside, I had to lug my big ‘ol suitcase down a set of very narrow and very steep stairs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They do have elevators, but appeared to take great pleasure in not allowing any of the designers to use it, forcing us instead to haul all of our wares down and up the stairs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was then given a number and ushered into a waiting room where I had the opportunity to warm up and swap out my shoes and coat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;About 10 minutes later, my number was called and I found myself standing in another line behind what appeared to be a very well prepared local NY designer and her garment rack full of gorgeous suiting!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the first time, I started to feel nervous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The suits that were hanging in front of me were so beautiful!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They appeared to be very well made, very nicely tailored, very Armani-esque.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More importantly, her presentation was impeccable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SkPYsQReJWI/AAAAAAAAACM/mB3eq0sQLSs/s1600-h/CIMG4388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SkPYsQReJWI/AAAAAAAAACM/mB3eq0sQLSs/s200/CIMG4388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351359037040371042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything was pressed, and hanging flawlessly on the rack.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In her arms, I saw a set of beautifully printed and bound line sheets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I on the other hand had printed my line sheets off of my $99 inkjet printer just before I left for the airport and all of my samples were wrinkled from being stuffed into my suitcase.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t think I stood a chance against her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thoughts of fleeing crossed my mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But no, I had come too far to not see this through!&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tried my best to listen in as carefully as I possibly can over the noise of all of the other conversations going on around me as the designer ahead of me approached the Bendel buyers and made her presentation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Part of me was so excited for her as a designer, even though I didn’t know her, as I was sure she and her beautiful suits would be chosen by the buyers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other part of me was dreading having to go immediately after someone who was so much better prepared than me and was afraid that she would make me look bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To my surprise, I watched the buyers cut her off a few seconds into her presentation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They explained that her work was too “classic” and just isn’t the look that they’re after.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My heart sank for her as I watched her struggle to navigate her garment rack full of beautiful suits around the tight corners in the room, down a set of steps and the around the corner where she would have to somehow get that rack up the same super narrow, super steep flight of stairs that we all had to take get here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then my thoughts turned to myself… “ If even she, with her impeccable presentation couldn’t get selected, then how could I stand a chance?” I thought as I approached the buyers table.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not surprisingly, I received the exact same reaction from the buyers who stopped me before I could pull my second garment out of my suitcase.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They said that my look is too “classic”, too “sophisticated” and that they were looking for items that were more trendy.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They were very polite, absolutely not condescending, but I still couldn’t help walking away feeling very dejected as I awkwardly kicked my giant suitcase to the side to make room for the next designer and struggled to put the only outfit I was allowed to show back in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I too walked the walk of shame dragging, with all my might, my giant suitcase up that very narrow and very steep staircase.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As I stepped out of the building around 11:30am, even the weather seemed to reflect my mood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to remind myself t be thankful that although I would have to make my way around Manhattan in the rain without an umbrella for the rest of the day, at least I didn’t have to wait helplessly in it all morning like all of the designers who came after me and were still waiting in a line that wrapped around the block.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I honestly don’t know what I was thinking!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had been given sound advice that the Open See wouldn’t be a good use of my time, after all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The truth is, even if I had been selected, I would have been forced to turn it down anyways, given my location, as it absolutely would not have been feasible for me to fly back and forth with all of my inventory for their trunk shows.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I just wanted the chance to be able to tout that I was “chosen”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To make things even worse, I got a call later that afternoon from my son’s school saying that he fell and bumped his head on the playground, has a “golf ball sized” bump on his head and was asking for me as a result.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“But I’m in New York!” I said to the school administrator, feeling full of guilt, as she asked me to come right away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So instead of staying the next two days in Manhattan, like I had originally planned, attempting to show my samples to various boutiques in New York and catching up with my girlfriend, I hopped a cab back to JFK and waited for over 12 hours to get on a flight back home as a standby passenger.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As my luck would have it, because of the rainstorms in the area, many flights were cancelled, and the flights that were not cancelled were overbooked and delayed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An appropriate ending to my Open See experience…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sigh!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was exhausted and guilt ridden the entire flight back home.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the bright-side, by the time I got back, my son was back to his usual happy self and could barely remember that he bumped his head so badly even though the evidence was still there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My quest for validation did teach me that it’s ok to not be able to please everyone all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have no intention of changing my design direction and becoming more “trendy”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I try to please the Bendel buyers, I would only end up loosing all of the loyal clientele that I had already built.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, the Asian aesthetic is intended to be classic, sophisticated, timeless and absolutely not “trendy”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;(To see all of the behind-the-scenes photos from the Open See along with all of our other albums, checkout the Far East Living photo gallery at &lt;a href="http://www.fareastliving.com/gallery/main.php?g2_itemId=803"&gt;www.fareastliving.com/gallery&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7662088593290790884-3970292808014225492?l=fareaststyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3970292808014225492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2008/03/henri-bendel-open-see-in-new-york-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/3970292808014225492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7662088593290790884/posts/default/3970292808014225492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fareaststyle.blogspot.com/2008/03/henri-bendel-open-see-in-new-york-city.html' title='Henri Bendel Open See in New York City'/><author><name>Far East Living</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15331396474241090219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_augJzrwqZPE/SjyJ0RSbZ8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/-uB72Dr85Tg/s72-c/CIMG4383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
