My last day in Baguio was 50% jologs and 50% alta-altahan.
It started all jologs-y, because I spent the morning in the ukay-ukay. Remember when I promised myself to return for the P150 skirts? That was the plan. Randy asked me to just ride a taxi so Dodong won’t be stuck in traffic going back from the town proper to The Manor. OK, fine. The taxi dropped me off at Bayanihan Hotel/Building (aka The Ukay Capital of the Summer Capital of the Philippines) again. Buuuuuuuut, the taxi driver dropped me off at a different part of that building (I didn’t know it was that huge!)—he dropped me off at the area where designer (fake and authentic) bags were being sold.
Fake and authentic designer ukay-ukay bags
I always hyperventilate when I see bags. I literally need to tell myself to calm down. I told myself that the bags were probably fake, anyway, so I could relax. But still, they were bags! I can’t NOT check them out!!!
Almost all of the bags were really fake:
I knew they were fake because I have authentic bags that were the “inspiration” of these copycats (an authentic Marc Jacobs Stam in the same size and color and Balenciagas). Unang tingin pa lang, I knew japeyks na. And although I don’t have a Prada yet, the craftsmanship (or the lack thereof) screamed FAKE!!! right away. The Chloe, too.
Although there were very few that could be authentic, like this Christian Dior chain bag:
I also saw a Chloe Edith (I wasn’t able to take a picture, sorry) whose authenticity I can verify, because I have a Chloe Edith.
After spending a lot of time just looking at bags (I couldn’t risk buying—yes, cheap if authentic but expensive if fake. Please remind me to tell you a story of why I’m extremely wary about buying secondhand designer items), I was able to pull myself away to look for what I came here for: the skirts nga. And not much later, I found them. P75 each only. Kabog! Here they are:
On top of these cheap skirts, I was also able to buy a super cute unbranded bag. Ta-dah!
The taxi thief
I had a hard time hailing a cab to go back to our hotel. I even witnessed a guy talking to his girlfriend on the phone, excitedly describing the designer bags he was seeing! I kept myself from going to him to tell him most of them were fake.
Finally, when a cab stopped in front of me—aba, a teenager with her siblings less than 10 steps away from me went ahead into the taxi I hailed! That’s despite the fact that I’ve been in that spot 15 minutes before they arrived. I blurted out my concern in a calm yet firm voice, “Uy kanina pa ako dito.” I expected them to be embarrassed and let me have the cab. But alas, she just looked at me sheepishly and still stole my taxi. It got me so pissed, especially because I waited for approximately 15 more minutes before am unoccupied cab whose driver wasn’t going to have lunch yet stopped (finally!!!) in front of me.
Baguio Country Club
Randy, Raviv and Dodong were already at the Baguio Country Club when I arrived in our room in The Manor. I took a bath and a long time deciding what to wear, because I belatedly realized that my only remaining “aura” blouse highlights my bilbil layers. Que horror! My other bilbil-forgiving blouse on the other hand is not pang-aura. I decided to choose the pang-aura one, hehe. In my mind, haciendera ang drama ako today.
And I’m thankful that I chose the aura outfit because scenery at The Baguio Country Club is gorgeous, perfect for aura-aura! Great that since it’s exclusive to members and its guests, there weren’t many people. Randy just had to keep on retaking photos after Quality Control (me!) rejected photos where my bulges were visible.
Here I was aura-ing at The Baguio Country Club:
- blouse: Gallery F
- skirt: ukay
- chain bag: fresh from my morning ukay (I thoroughly cleaned it. Don’t be judgmental!)
- sandals: Jimmy Choo
Yes, just like my day, my outfit details were 50% jologs (my ukay stuff) and 50% alta. 😉 At least, I’m consistent.
It was such a wonderful Sunday! Raviv had the most fun here, because he went swimming (yeah!!! in that cold weather My son is ironman!) for a long time, fed some deer, went in beautiful gardens, and had delicious meals. Perfect that we decided to spend one more night before leaving at 3 a.m. the following day.
This concludes my Wardrobe Diaries in Baguio, but wait for Raviv’s OK? 🙂