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“.
My Sunday was all about the peace & quiet, the good food and the snow. I didn’t feel like leaving the house today so I took the chance to catch up on sleep, to think about all kinds of little things, to cuddle with Puss and hubby, to sort out our bedroom. I needed this full day of silence, I needed these long hours that allowed me to be lazy, now I’m about to start cooking dinner and after that the evening will be complete with some pampering, tv shows, more cuddles and a good book.
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.
Today I woke up to endless gray skies and I realized that for the first time in a long time I miss the sun something terrible. Usually, this kind of gloomy weather doesn’t bother me at all, quite the opposite as it makes me feel all peaceful and calm, but after a week of feeling not-so-great and falling in and out of a sickly mood, I guess I’m in for a change of scenery outside my window.
I’m still learning. I’m 28 years old and I’m still learning how to walk the cobbled streets of this city with confidence, how to mend my heart and put myself first, how to be completely happy with who I am, how to love all yesterdays in hope of better tomorrows. I’m still learning that being different from most people doesn’t make me weird, that happiness doesn’t have anything to do with perfect skin, or a closet full of clothes, that the way people perceive you has nothing to do with who you really are. You are a beautiful sum of thoughts, and choices, and fears and dreams.
Hello, lovely people! How was your weekend? I for one felt like taking a little break from work, from the computer, from sleeping, from blogging, from over-thinking, and it did me good, as I feel amazing now and more than ready to kick start the new week. There are days when things tend to get overwhelming, when my brain runs with too many tabs open, and on those days I hold on to the idea of a quiet weekend, to be spent out & about, with coffee, good food and perfect company.