Fashion Adventures: Just a Tumbling Away

Four half-awake, half-energized looks greeted me as I inserted my metro card into the machine. We all agreed to meet at 7 in the morning. We, meaning They - for I arrived almost an hour after. I do remember being part of the “we” but I guess you lose some of your memory while asleep. I lost that part…but only for a few minutes. We were all on a shopping adventure that morning. Yes, you heard me right. In the morning. At 7. Where were we headed? To the land of Mang Hermes and Aling Sonia, of Gelai and Caloy – Divisoria.

It’s the shopping haven of thrifty people. The place where your 10-peso coin could find its worth beyond a jeepney fare. Several blocks of everything you need, from pots and pans to books and bags, name it, you’ll find it…or should I say, you have to ask around to find it.

I’m not the type who likes asking around. I realized that for a girl who loves to find things, asking around would save half of the energy I spend on trying to navigate through I don’t know where all by myself. It took me several woozy turns here and there to find the place I was looking for and several more to find Manong Lito, the shop owner who sold what I needed – black canvas. It was a relief finding Him but even before I could digest the thought, I was preoccupied with another. How could I find my way back? Where would I get the energy to carry 20 yards of black canvas and ask people around for directions? I may have had the energy to find my way back with 20 yards of canvass on my shoulder but I guess, I never had enough to recall how to get there again. I never saw Mang Lito nor did I find myself setting foot on the “mecca of fabric and textile” again.

I learned the skill of asking around, made me the adventuristangfashionista that I am now. On one of my adventures, I found myself turning left, entering a gate that led me to what I thought was the “mecca of fabric and textile”, the land I was in several years ago with half-energized, half-awake friends. Well, there was no Mang Lito, no black canvass. It wasn’t Divisoria. And I wasn’t disappointed. My car had its parking space. My friend had her Georgette and Gina silk. I had my adventure…in QC. Kamuning is now my “mini mecca of fabric and textile”. It’s just a tumbling away.

Tela, Tela ...And more tela

Haven't had enough of those tela. Am still in search for more. Loving the adventure!!!

My new Mang Lito - Aling Ester!