I’m not a morning person, but I do love the idea of starting the day as early as possible. It’s knowing I have hours and hours ahead of me, enough to work, cross off everything on my to-do-list and be left with some time for myself that makes it worth it to get out of a bed that’s still warm, where Puss and hubby are deep asleep, and step into a room that grew cold over night.
When I think about my childhood, about my mom coming back from work after a long, tiring day, I always remember her carrying a bouquet of flowers in hand, and a small treat for me in her purse. She loves flowers, of all kinds, all shapes, all colors, I remember there were weeks when every room had its own little floral arrangement. It doesn’t come as a surprise that I took after her.
I believe I’ve said it many times before, but I’ll say it again. Blogging has thought me a great deal of things, none superficial, and I grew a lot ever since writing my first sentence on the blog. Today, I’m going to share some of the lessons I’ve learned the easy, or the hard way, ever since blogging.
Yesterday I was caught up in my own fairytale. The sun was shining, the wind was gently blowing through my hair, I was wearing the softest pastel shades and walking the prettiest cobbled streets. I felt like dancing and I smiled often because good days deserve to be celebrated.
I take many of the pictures for the blog during the weekends, and even if the outfits shape up to look differently, they mostly share the same kind of “recipe”. I believe that even when you’re going for a super-relaxed outfit, you should still allow it to speak about yourself, about your aesthetic.
As the weather gets colder and the sky much darker, I try to hold onto my personal kind of sunshine, made out of all the things that I love and make me happy. I’ll admit that getting out of bed in the morning becomes increasingly harder but having a bouquet of spring flowers on my desk, and knowing that a hot cup of mocha is awaiting for me in the kitchen definitely helps.
I love everything there is to love about a rainy day. Often, when I think about a cozy, comforting atmosphere I instantly imagine a warm house, heavy rain outside, dim light inside, my loved ones safe and a cute ball of fluff (at least one), sleeping somewhere near me, preferably in my bed.