Pickles n' Tickles by JJ

EVER since I've started going back-to-basic with my feet, I've been having a tough time arm-twisting my head, trying to focus on something that's not shoes - you know, particularly the high sort that many seem to use to climb the corporate ladder with, which I have plenty of. Not good for the back and the 33 joints that allow 26 bones in our foot to move freely,  I've been told :)  As a result, I haven't ventured all that far from the ladies department as my focus now lingers on handbags! I bought something nasty two weeks ago and last week, my friend Daniel Goldberg had to dangle a few gorgeous pieces of his creations under the Australian label Glomesh over Skype to  me. Dang, Goldberg! For all our differences, we find peace with each other through our take on bags (and all things classy) .  This week, Goldberg has gone global with the launch of his website www.glomesh.com as he unveiled the first in a series of metal mesh bags that the brand is best kno...

MAYBE it helps to appear confident and sure of yourself even if your mind is tangled up in a Cuban whore house sometimes. Or how else are you going to get away from being handcuffed and dragged shamefully into the security room when you've absent-mindedly walked out of a luxury boutique with a RM15,000 (about USD$ 5000) handbag on your arm, unpaid for!  Silly me. It happened a couple of days ago at a Louis Vuitton boutique in town. I was with a friend, looking for a certain handbag ( Oh, RC . I don't usually do this : stopping by to check out an obscenely-priced handbag because I still rather go on a whimsical holiday to the land of exotica which for me is Africa :p ) Funny thing is when I walked out of the store, the well-dressed security officer, looked at us and the handbag, and let us go with a gay smile. "Thank you, maam, and have a good evening," he said, holding the door open for us. Now, I hope his mind was also tangled up in a Cuban whore house becaus...