It felt like stepping into a gigantic fairytale book and realizing that something was off-key. That something unfitting was puncturing the entire concept. And what, or better yet who, was the eye sore at that moment? Silly little me! Instead of filling in the shoe Cinderella left, I stepped in as the spectator. Oh wait, in which fairy tale did the spectator appear? Exactly. It was never even a character.
Shirt: Nike| Shorts: borrowed from my mom| Shoes: Steve Madden| Necklace: Forever 21| Watch: Mango| Bracelets: random
It was supposed to be an ordinary day, which meant we were to go somewhere we've frequented. But then, we chanced upon this jaw-dropping, awe-inspiring, tear-jerking place. It's one of those places where when you passed by it, you knew you simply had to walk back and admire it some more. I've never been here before, unlike my parents who apparently have seen it and made it one of the options from the numerous venues I could have picked from had I chosen to have a debut. I almost regretted not having thrown a party in here. Almost. But then I'd think of the wonderful time I had on the cruise and my regrets would fly away with the hot air balloon - displays. Save for one big regret. Which is, I didn't wear something that is more fitting of a fairy tale. If only I knew we'd go here... Oh well, maybe on our next visit. After all, it's just 30 or so minutes away from our house.
Visit Fernbrook Gardens' website HERE.
The obligatory bathroom shot I usually take whenever I'm in a well-maintained washroom of any places I go to. The idea of putting a highly embellished huge mirror inside the washroom cum lounge area is appealing so much to me. Hmm.