Back to Reality

It's been 24 hours since our plane landed in LAX and now I can feel that reality is back! Vacation is over, really, really over. My brain's still confused whether my body should be in bed or in the kitchen washing dishes. Yes, another reality that bites hard is the fact that now I have to do everything by myself. During the last six weeks, everybody was already reading my thoughts even before I started thinking about anything - if I needed to eat, the table was always laden with food that I grew up with, and a sister and nieces would always be around to assist me with, say, dipping sauces, salt and pepper, etc.; someone's on hand to collect my used clothing as soon as I pulled one over my head, and water already boiling so my shower would be perfect. For the last six weeks, I never held a broom or sponge or duster. All that I had to care about was the time I should wake up and the time I should be ready for the next trip. Now, I have to convince myself real hard that those days and times are gone, gone, gone. Snap out of it. This is reality!!!

Welcome, Yesterday

For the last 6 weeks Ed and I had been savoring the beauties and memories of our childhood. Ed had not been home for almost a quarter of a century (24 years) so I know this break is very exciting and meaningful to him. We toured most of the cities in Northern Luzon, where he is from and the south of Luzon where I am from. While my homeland has changed a lot, both politically and structurally, recalling and re-telling stories from our past have not. From the first few minutes of settling into one of my nephews' car until this very moment, stories haven't diminished. Everyday, a relative would come and another event from our yesteryears would suddenly evolve. And, the amazing thing about all this is we never get tired of it. Each day passes so fast I can't believe our vacation will soon be over in 5 days, to be exact! Then, I can really sit down and write about those unforgetable moments........

Why this trip?

One thing about being an immigrant is the excitement that goes when you think about the possibility of seeing your homeland again. Though under different circumstances, it was the same thing when we were working in Africa,. We always looked forward to those few days that we would be with our families again, year after year. We're happy when we are in America because we are with our children and grand children and friends. But still, there is that unexplainable longing for those folks that you left behind in the land of your youth. This vacation was planned when I learned that my eldest sister, Conchita, who we all call Ate Baby, was showing signs of the Parkinson's disease. We became even more intent in pushing it to fruition when another news came that a younger sister, Norma, is also very sick. Of course we want to see them when they are still strong, not later. We are very grateful that they both overcame and are now healthy again, touring and laughing with us! In a nutshell, we cruised through the Cagayan Valley across to the Ilocandia shores, sidewaying to Baguio, Pangasinan, Pampanga and Bulacan. Then we continued on to Laguna, Quezon, Batangas and Cavite, not forgetting Manila, and Quezon City, Alabang and Makati. Oh, why do the roads have to end?

Till Next Post

Can't believe it. Ed and I are actually flying to Manila today! I know Ed is excited too, maybe even more than I am. After all he hasn't been home since 1983! But he doesn't show anything emotionally. He's the ever cool Ed that I married that summery day in June almost four decades ago. I know he is excited because he keeps reminding me if I had bought this and that for everyone. Yesterday he made sure I didn't forget to buy insect repellant and sunblock lotion. Another sure sign that he is excited is he keeps asking for the time, which I notice, is suddenlly moving so slowly! But as he keeps reminding me: "Just relax, sit down, keep quiet and leave everything to me." And like a little kitty (and so unlike me if I may be allowed to add), I obey (chuckle). I hope I can find a way to post from wherever we may be. Otherwise, till we're back!

Will everything fit?

What? The first week of my vacation gone? That was fast. Really, really fast! I know I've been in and out of stores trying to find a matching gift (pasalubong) for everyone we expect to see when we get to the Philippines. In fact, our problem now is how to fit everything in our Balikbayan boxes - from a pair of jimmies for a 6-month old grand niece to a night gown for a ninety-year-old aunt. Yes, my Tia Paring delights in receiving one everytime. And the soaps and lotions for my high school classmates? And, oh, yes, the pahabols (last minute take ins)!

But, this "problem" is part of the thrill of visiting one's motherland.

Tuesday we treated Rachelle to a belated birthday lunch. Her birthday was June 16 but she was in the midst of her finals. Matthew and his parents joined us.Then on Wednesday Patrick and family invited us to a barbeque and to watch the fireworks at Claremont from their garage. Yeah, they are that close to the real thing. Isn't that neat? Jacob and Joshua had a great time biting into their corn and watermelon.

And before I forget, Paul, my godson who joined the Navy after high school and is now with the medical corps as a nurse, is on home leave and came to visit me and his ninong. We had a great lunch at Chilli's. He came with his mom, and nephews Sean and Coby. Kirby went along with us, too.

Then, we were back to packing.

HAPPY JULY 4, AMERICA

Images of freedom that is America

Impatience

All that I can think of right now is my coming trip to Batangas. My ticker says 6 more days. Yes, less than a week!!! Today I - * kept looking at my ticker * suddenly missed my sisters * kept myself busy by helping Ed fill up Balikbayan boxes * feel as if my head's going to burst as - * I see everything on tables, chairs, sofas and floor * looked for bucks .... * smelled Michael Kors for the first time and * found out I still prefer dolce and gabbana * bought a pair of white pants to wear to my mini-reunion with high school friends * wasn't successful in finding a matching blouse * went for a mammogram (my doctor was getting frantic about my not having it done) * craved for chow mein * had no motivation to cook * bought two bowls of mandarin chow mein * bought bowls of teriyaki chicken and orange chicken * bought a bowl of chicken fried rice * had dinner with Ed and Kirby * made a list of what will go into my carry-on * made a schedule of how to leave the house clean before Ed and I leave * made a mental picture to ask Kirby to help me set up my lap-top * "told myself" to write down numbers and addresses that I will need while away * thought of filling up my weekly medicine dispensers * am sufferring from the SoCal heat * feel so busy finishing nothing * wish we are already on the 6th day!

I have my own JACK

A niece e-mailed me the following article. I Googled the authoress and found out she's a minister's wife. I think her message is true and relevant not only in marriage but in any relationship in life. With my own brand of temper and moods - I consider myself lucky to have my own Jack - a fact my father-in-law (may God bless his soul) never quite understood.

The Secret to a Lasting Marriage: Embrace Imperfection Deb Graham When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite! When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the toast. And I'll never forget what he said: "Baby, I love burned toast." Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Debbie, your momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides-a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!" In bed that night, I thought about that scene at dinner and the kindness my daddy showed my mom. To this day, it's a cherished memory from my childhood that I'll never forget. And it's one that came to mind just recently when Jack and I sat down to eat dinner. I had arrived home late as usual and decided we would have breakfast food for dinner. Some things never change, I suppose! To my amazement, I found the ingredients I needed, and quickly began to cook eggs, turkey sausage, and buttered toast. Thinking I had things under control, I glanced through the mail for the day. It was only a few minutes later that I remembered that I had forgotten to take the toast out of the oven! Now, had it been any other day -- and had we had more than two pieces of bread in the entire house -- I would have started all over. But it had been one of those days and I had just used up the last two pieces of bread. So burnt toast it was! As I set the plate down in front of Jack, I waited for a comment about the toast. But all I got was a "Thank you!" I watched as he ate bite by bite, all the time waiting for some comment about the toast. But instead, all Jack said was, "Babe, this is great. Thanks for cooking tonight. I know you had a hard day." As I took a bite of my charred toast that night, I thought about my mom and dad how burnt toast hadn't been a deal-breaker for them. And I quietly thanked God for giving me a marriage where burnt toast wasn't a deal-breaker either! You know, life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I'm not the best housekeeper or cook. And you might be surprised to find out that Jack isn't the perfect husband! He likes to play his music too loud, he will always find a way to avoid yard work, and he watches far too many sports. Believe it or not, watching " Golf Academy " is not my idea of a great night at home! But somehow in the past 37 years Jack and I have learned to accept the imperfections in each other. Over time, we have stopped trying to make each other in our own mold and have learned to celebrate ourdifferences. You might say that we've learned to love each other forwho we really are! For example, I like to take my time, I'm a perfectionist, and I'm even-tempered. I tend to work too much and sleep too little. Jack, on the other hand, is disciplined, studious, an early riser, and is a marketer's dream consumer. I count pennies and Jack could care less!Where he is strong, I am weak, and vice versa. And while you might say that Jack and I are opposites, we're also very much alike. I can look at him and tell you what he's thinking. I can predict his actions before he finalizes his plans. On the other hand, he knows whether I'm troubled or not the moment I enter a room. We share the same goals. We love the same things. And we are still best friends. We've traveled through many valleys and enjoyed many mountaintops.And yet, at the same time, Jack and I must work every minute of every day to make this thing called "marriage" work!What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each other's faults - and choosing to celebrate each other's differences - is the one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting marriage relationship. And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your married life and lay them at the feet of GOD. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able to give you a marriage where burnt toast isn't a deal-breaker!

End of School Year Bonus

WHHEEEWWW

That was a super busy week. And the hot weather sweeping the Southwest didn't help, in any way! My friends from Canada had left, so is a cousin with his family of four. Like a whiff of air, they're all gone. Then the three-day finals came and went, too. Now I just have to enter the grades, submit my roll-book and breathe, breathe, breathe ........ And then .......... I can blog again!!!!

My soul has a room?

We have houseguests from Canada, friends who we've not seen for 20 years! Can you imagine what my days are like?

Yeah, no time to blog "seriously". I'm on my lunch break and is able to cruise to Rachel's where I found this link. Played a while and this is the result:

What Your Soul Really Looks Like

You are quite expressive and thoughtful. You see the world in a way that others are blind to. You are a very grounded, responsible, and realistic person. People may not want to hear the truth from you, but they're going to get it. You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you. Your near future is a lot like the present, and as far as you're concerned, that's a very good thing. For you, falling in love is all about the adventure and uncertainty. You can only fall in love with someone who keeps you guessing.

Inside the Room of Your Soul

Naughty Nuns

A friend and namesake from high school sent me this in an e-mail and I thought I should share the laughter. ENJOY!!!

Sisters Mary Catherine, Maria Theresa, Katherine Marie, Rose Frances, & Mary Kathleen left the Convent on a trip to St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York City and were sight-seeing on a Tuesday in July. It was hot and humid in town and their traditional garb was making them so uncomfortable, they decided to stop in at Patty McGuire's Pub for a cold soft drink. Patty had recently added special legs to his barstools, which were the talk of the fashionable eastside neighborhood. All 5 Nuns sat up at the bar and were enjoying their Cokes when Monsignor Riley and Father McGinty entered the bar through the front door. They, too, came for a cold drink when they were shocked and almost fainted at what they saw. GIVE US A SENSE OF HUMOR LORD, GIVE US THE GRACE TO SEE A JOKE, TO GET SOME HUMOR OUT OF LIFE , AND PASS IT ON TO OTHER FOLKS...............................................

HAPPY FATHERS DAY !!!

To All Fathers : (American or non-American)

If the new American father feels bewildered and even defeated, let him take comfort from the fact that whatever he does in any fathering situation has a fifty percent chance of being right. - Bill Cosby -

Marbles? Egg Yolks?

Marbles? Granite tables? Egg yolks photoshopped? None of the above.......

These are photos of my eyes. Yes, my right and left eyes! Beautiful, aren't they? The different colors don't mean I wear colored contact lenses. Have never and I don't think I will ever in my lifetime. The golden one is the photo in full color. The rest are the black-and-white shots. Very interesting, hah?

My eye doctor explains to me that in color, he can not tell where the troubles in my eyes are. In black and white, the veins are highlighted and show where the possible culprit is. The two upper shots were taken as soon as I started "posing" for the technician. You know, chin and forehead perched on half-moon cups ? The rest were taken at second intervals after I was injected intravenously with a yellow dye, which incidentally, might turn me into a yellow humanoid for 24 hours. The injection was at the bend of my left elbow and after a split second the dye had already spread through the veins in my eyes. That, I think, is incredibly scary. The width and brightness of the veins indicate the amount of dye and the rate that it spreads within my circulatory system. The shots were taken within, I would say, 20 seconds, or even less!

Notice the white spots that look like chalazae? Those are the centers or connectors (I wish I can remember all the technical terms I heard the doctor mentioned!). The rounder ones are undamaged, the wider one shows some damage that caused an irregularity, the doctor suspects, that might have come from a stroke that caused a slight clot in a vein thus preventing the continuous flow of blood into my right eye. Such occurence can be caused by elevated blood pressure, and or cholesterol. And, because the doctor wanted to make sure that I didn't need an eye operation, I had my eyes: dilated three times, poured with numbing liquid, yes, three times, checked for pressure twice. Plus I had to click on a mouse everytime I "see" a light flashing around a dot, while my eyes, one at a time, stared at that one dot of light! For eternity, as if.... Oh, I almost forgot: I had to wear an eye mask (a la Pirate of the Carribean) to test how many letters I can see from a chart 20 feet away, twice! I was also told that my sight will not go back to normal neither will it improve with prescription glasses but I will, in due time, adjust to it. Very reassuring, eh?

Five hours of staring, eye-widening, eye numbing, eye-poking, etc. would have been more unbearable if not for the technicians and a physician equipped with great senses of humor!!

And, if ordered, I will do it all over again as long as I don't have to see an eye surgeon!

Everything in Color Day

Today is everything in color day for me. Because I gave my self an extra five minutes this morning I woke up feeling as if I needed more sleep. Yeah, the alarm beat me to it! Went to the kitchen to heat water for coffee but I don't know what I was thinking - I drank the water straight from the ref. My tummy's not used to cold drink in the morning! Shower time was good. My wardrobe was in place. Left house with enough time to hear my fav- Story behind the Song. The traffic was OK. The drivers were courteous. I reached school 10 minutes earlier. Then, something happened that switched my mood from pink to RED. After a whole week of trying, I was surprised to actually catch the Plant Manager in his office. Told him that I lost a key to a cabinet where I keep materials for my lessons. Said his crew was very busy. Asked him if he could please find time for me cuz it had already been a week. Said he was prioritizing requests. Still? Then all of a sudden he asked about the key number. I couldn't remember! But, WAIT, it is 711. Asked if I'm sure. I said YES. Assured me he'll send somebody over. No one came until I left school! In between my waiting found out that 75% of my kids didn't work on their research assignment! During lunchtime I felt blueish. I couldn't explain it, but I felt like I was missing somebody or something. I called a friend. Told him about it. He just kidded me saying I am just getting old. A FRIEND? Then a co-teacher came. Had a good laugh from some of his stories about a professor in one of the classes he's taking after school. Felt pinkish again. Today was shortened day for the students so we headed to the cafeteria after the last period. It took everyone one-and-a-half hours to decide what to change the word INDIVIDUAL into for our School Mission statement! That really turned me into an intense red ...... Finally, I'm home. Dinner's fine. Then, I am blogging again. What color am I now?

Excitedly anxious, Anxiously excited....

My Ticker says 28 days, yeah exactly four more weeks, and Ed and I will be on our way. I am excited. Just the thought that I will see my sisters and nephews and nieces again, my high school classmates, my dear college roommates and friends and hopefully, my teacher in 4th grade, Ms. Canta, makes my temperature rise. I am also excited at the prospect of seeing some of the friends we made while working in Kano, and in E. Rodriguez Jr. High School, and, still excitedly thinking about the places we have lined up to see while there - like Pagudpud, Hundred Islands, and cruising the San Juanico Bridge. And, I have more on my list, mind you. But, all I can do now is anxiously (with impatience) wait for THE DAY!!!

I am tagged on my randomness

Nancze tagged me! I have to tell and post seven (7) random things about me. I put a little twist to the meme (I hope Nancze won't mind) and instead asked my beloved what 7 random things he knows about me by heart. Without blinking an eye, these are his answers: You are: * an early riser. True. I don't want the sunlight to wake me up and I am always up before my alarm goes off. But, I have to be in bed early, too. *very generous. I know what he means. I do not know how to handle money. My friend Gloria used to tell me: "How will we get rich when all we think of is what gift to get for everyone even when we have only one dollar left before the next pay day?" *a good mom-in-law and grandma. No comment. *a caring teacher because you will go out of your way to make your students happy as they learn. How I wish my principal could read this. *an aggressive driver. Well, if this statement from my son is proof enough, then so be it: "If you want to reach your destination on time, let my mom drive and if you will drive in front of her, better drive as fast." *a good photographer. He wears bifocals. *always in front of your computer. Sure, my computer's the first thing I hit as soon as I get home from work (to give him time to finish preparing dinner!) I prefer not to tag any one but instead I invite anyone who is interested to share his/her randomness.

T.G.I.F., again...

Because yesterday was Grad Night for seniors, very few came to class today cuz some non-seniors were invited too. For those who came I always make it a point to let them cook their most craved for recipe - Pepperoni Pizza. Yes, they can use pepperoni today. For the last two years, I have discouraged my classes to use pepperoni as pizza topping because of its high fat and sodium content. Extra points are given to those who use more vegetable toppings, which obviously they lose their smiles about. I tell them all the time that since they can eat pepperoni and sausage pizzas whenever they like with their families, one pizza without any of those toppings will give them at least one healthy dish - even for just a period. Some growl, some keep quiet, others agree because it is pizza but everybody ends up preparing a recipe and finishing it all! Most often comment I hear?: "Not bad. Actually it is good, Ms."

On the Lighter Side

Dan's Slice of Wry

I

An 8-year-old girl went to her father, who was working in the yard. She asked him, "Daddy, what is sex?" The father was surprised that she would ask such a question, but decided that if she was old enough to ask, then she was old enough to get a straight answer.

He proceeded to tell her all about the "birds and the bees." When he finished explaining, the little girl was staring at him with her mouth hanging open. The father asked her, "Why did you ask?"

The little girl replied, "Mom told me to tell you that dinner would be ready in a couple of secs."

II

Speedy Morris was the basketball coach and his team was having a great season. One morning he was shaving and the phone rang. His wife answered it and said the Sports Illustrated wanted to talk to him.

Coach Morris was excited that his team was apparently about to receive national recognition. He was so excited that he cut himself with his razor.

Covered with blood and shaving lather and running downstairs to the phone, he tripped and fell down the stairs. He made it to the phone and breathlessly said, "Hello?"

The voice on the other end said, "Mr. Morris, for just a dollar and a half an issue, we can give you a one-year subscription to Sports Illustrated."

Source: Dan Hendricks, The Sun, San Bernardino, CA.

20/40 vision

Had to take off from work so I could visit an eye doctor. For the last three weeks I've been noticing that my right eye was losing its function. Lately I could feel as if there's a drape hanging over it - not just a sheer one but a heavy damask! My appointment was at 11:10 and I was called at 10:51. WOW, that was a first in my almost 20 years of going to Kaiser Permanente! After some tests, the doctor assured me that there's nothing wrong with my eyes but he wanted to make sure so he referred me to an optalmologist. Got a same day appointment for 2:00 but I wasn't called till 2:17. Then I had to wait for another 17 minutes until the doctor got done with another patient. I was about to leave when a jolly, fortyish man in uniform greeted me with apologies for being late. He seemed so nice that I forgot I had been waiting that long. He tested my sight - 20/40. Not so bad. He gave me some pupil dilating drops. I had to wait for another 10 minutes which became 20 instead. (Patience. Relax. Take a deep breathe. ) He tested my retina. Good. He tested for cataract impairment! Nothing. He suspected I had a stroke that affected some veins into my right eye because the veins were much lighter than the veins on my left. He couldn't do much about it today, so he suggested I have two more tests - names of which I forgot. He took me to the nurse. Gave her some instructions. After another long 12 minutes I was told that two weeks from today, I will have another appointment, 3 in all, two with him and one more with another eye doctor. Before he left he gave me "sun glasses". It is now exactly 3:44. And Jacob is waiting to be picked up from school!! Collected my appointment papers and ran! Thank God my eyes are still good and Jacob is home. I shouldn't complain about the time I spent in there. Now, I need to watch my diet.

Souffle and Plantain, again?

Cheese Onion Souffle

1/4 cup butter

1/4 cup flour

1/4 tsp. salt

1/2 tsp. onion seasoning

1/4 tsp. ground pepper

1 cup milk

1/2 cup shredded cheddar cheese

2 tbsp. grated parmessan cheese

4 eggs, separated

1/4 tsp. cream of tartar

Grease the bottoms of 8 ramekins.

Pre-heat oven to 375 degrees F.

In a saucepan, melt butter over low heat.

Mix flour, salt, onion and pepper and add to butter to make a roux.

Add 1 cup of milk. Beat well.

To temper and prevent curdling, slowly pour a third of the warm milk mixture into beaten egg yolk while whisking continuously.

Pour yolk mixture to the saucepan and whisk up to a smooth paste consistency.

In another bowl, whisk egg-whites and cream of tartar until stiff peaks form.

Gently fold in the yolk mixture to the egg whites.

Fold in the cheeses.

Divide mixture into greased ramekins arranged on a jelly roll pan.

Bake for 40 minutes or until a toothpick, when inserted at the center of the souffle, comes out clean.

Let cool for 5 minutes and serve.

Fried Plantain with Onions

3 ripe plantains

1 large onion

salt and pepper to taste

Oil

Peel and slice plantains.

Peel and slice onions.

Fry onions until wilted. Set aside.

Fry plantain, in batches, until edges are golden brown.

Add the fried onions.

Season with salt and pepper, if desired.

Toss.

Serve warm.

Joseph Graduates !!!

Joseph, pictured with his mom, dad and auntie, graduated from Mater Dei High in Tustin. How time flies. I remember very well the first time I saw him just a few hours after he was born - tiny but already chubby. Unlike his Kuya Paolo who's always the clown of the party, Joseph is the quiet one. But he is the champion. As a pitcher, he led both his elementary and his high school baseball teams to victory. I learned that his plan is to pursue a degree in nursing in Arizona so (his mom says jokingly) he won't have to see her everyday. My relationship to him is unique in the sense that, aside from being my godson, his mom is my cousin on my mother's side and my niece on my father's side. (So does his auntie, Tina). Not only was it time that flew so fast, also his height. Before he used to look up at me, now I'm the one who has to look up at him! CONGRATULATIONS and Good Luck to our dear and beloved JOSEPH !!!

AAaaahhhh!!!!

...testing's over..... ...grades are done and submitted...... .....Food Fair was a success..... .....weather's perfect...... ...students acted like it was a cooking day (surprise, surprise)....... ...traffic's been smooth both ways, and it is a Friday ......... .....fantastic dinner courtesy of hubby ....... .....and for denouement ........ ...... ..a visit from Jacob and Joshua........ T.G.I.F.!!!!!!! aaaaaAAhhhhHH!!!!!

Testing, Testing, Testing

This week is all about the California Standards Tests. For the last four days, grades 9-11 students had been sitting it out for no less than 2 hours to prove that they have met the standards set up by the State of California re their proficiency in the English Language Arts, Mathematics, Science and History. While before they used to finish a 70-minute test in 15 minutes, now they seem to take more time on each question. I take it as a good sign of years and things to come for them and for the school. Julie and her clubmates are busy preparing goodies for the Food Fair tomorrow. They're saving for a dinner at Benihana. Learned that Jacob's two front teeth were extracted last weekend. I'm dying to see how he looks now. I better start teaching him that Christmas song.

What? No "Sounds"?!?

The van will meet with its mechanic today so I have to use Ed's HC. (Honda Civic). What a lonely drive. The car is OK. It drives smoothly. The break is excellent, the gas pedal is very cooperative to my moods, but I miss my morning music. I miss Mark and Kim's Story Behind the Song. HC's "sounds " broke down and now my drive is very quiet I have to sing to myself! Oh, Van, "get well" soon!!! 3:30 A not so good news. Van will still be worked on by Monday so I have to use HC till Friday. Two more days of listening to my own arias! 4:30 Typed the letters that some students composed to thank the companies that donated food and utensils to our classes. 5:30 Visited Sassy Mom's Corner and saw this. Played with it and here's how stylish I am! Thanks ,Sassy Mom ,for the link.

Your Fashion Style is Classic

You like what's stood the test of time... Simple, well styled clothes that don't scream trendy You stay updated and modern, but your clothes stay in style for a while You wouldn't be caught in animal prints, fake fur, or super bright colors

What's Your Fashion Style?