August. Mid-summer. A hint of nostalgia mixed with anticipation. There’s still a bit of the sunny season left to enjoy but autumn is so, so close you can almost feel it. I love this time of the year, even though dressing for it doesn’t always come easy. August is pretty wonderful.
It’s been quiet here but I felt like taking a break. Not that I used to post very often before this, not that this blog is known for its consistency, but all that is written, photographed and shared in this little place does come from the heart, and when my thoughts needs sorting I like to allow myself the time to think, to reassess it all, to gather new inspiration, to just breath.
Perhaps there’s nothing groundbreaking about sporting white during summer, but at the same time I am one to believe that a pretty white dress should make for an essential staple in any girl and woman’s wardrobe during the sunny seasons. And with June officially here, I’m more than ready to embrace the all white, easy-breezy and feminine outfits, starting with this very post.
I guess it’s no hard task figuring out what exactly drew me to this beautiful skater dress that arrived in the mail with my latest order from Oasap. They say it’s violet, I love to think it’s lilac, but no matter what you call it, its color is the kind that can easily steal one’s heart, just like it did mine.
You can do anything but not everything.
I can’t believe how these little words manage to perfectly describe my life as of lately. There used to be a time when I wanted to do it all, and I remember managing just fine, but maybe that’s because I wasn’t doing much, or perhaps I was doing way less. These days time’s a struggle. And looking around me, I notice I’m not the only one finding it slip thought my fingers.
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?
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.