It seems that I only post on Fridays these days, which is good I guess, if it means I bring the weekend along, not so good when I think about the whole one post per week thingy, but I’m sure everything will get back on track again. Soon. In the meantime, life happens.
I would say Friday at last, but I have no idea when this week flew by. From the moment we returned back home from a weekend away with the family (we celebrated my niece’s very first birthday <3 in Cluj), the days have been filled with all sorts of activities that barely allowed me to shoot this one quick outfit, on an afternoon date with my favorite girls.
I would have loved to start off this blog a few years back already knowing who I was and what style suit me best. The road would have been less bumpy, but I didn’t know, I had no clue. My wardrobe was all over the place at that time, so I went from nothing to trying out a little bit of everything. I flirted with the sporty, I played with prints, I bought fitted dresses and super short skirts, I went boyish and sometimes even super-colorful. But in the midst of everything, I did found myself.
Happy Sunday, boys and girls! Hope you’re having a wonderful time. I am loving these warm temperatures we’ve had during the past couple of days and I really hope we’ll be saying goodbye to our coats soon enough. Until then, I have yet to share this pretty series of photographs featuring my adorable fluffy coat and the beautiful blue shirt with eyelash motifs that I received last week.
I’m the girl who will hold on to the last episode of her favorite series, never quite ready to say goodbye; the girl who will feel like she’s losing a best friend whenever she finishes a good book; the girl who will feel guilty for taking her pretty pink roses out of the house and into the cold, just to get them photographed. But look at how beautiful they are! How else am I going to preserve their memory? How else am I going to pretend like it’s already spring?
Perhaps it’s time to confess: I have a love-hate relationship with ripped denim. It all started a few years back with a stubborn me totally rebelling against the style, something about it screaming tacky to me. Of course seasons past, the trend grew stronger and after writing quite an extensive article about it, I remember thinking “Hmmm… maybe they are not all bad“.
This cold weather thing is really, really tricky besides being totally uninspiring. From the inside looking out it often feels like spring, with a little bit of sun, no rain, no snow in sight, and on Friday I was really excited to take a nice walk and breath some fresh air on what seemed like the loveliest afternoon. Of course, I should have known better.