Ah, Ayala Center Cebu. My castle.

And this is my throne. Second and third photos show my own room (AKA National Bookstore).

Silly fantasies aside, what is up with the mismatched public chairs in this mall? Some are your standard wooden white benches. Some are modern and sleek. The new addition is this baroque 4-seater. Methinks a public seat with cushion is a disaster waiting to happen.

While analyzing the furniture choices of this mall, I have also noticed that mall-goers no longer gawk at you when you wear patterned pantyhose in public. Progress, I say.

Outfit was worn a few hours before I settled at my sewing machine table to make the bowed pencil skirt I blogged about yesterday. I have a feeling that the Matryoskha dolls were not the only ones who helped me win that battle. I communed with the craft books while I was in National Bookstore and Martha may have given me positive mojo as well. I love when that happens.

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