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“.
I couldn’t have dreamed of a better setting to complement what is the newest addition to my wardrobe: this wintery white coat, with classic lines and an alluring simplicity that makes it ever so irresistible to me. While taking the pictures I tried my best to ignore the freezing temperatures, although my hands went ice-cold in like two seconds, and really, really tried focusing all of my energies on the wonderland-like beauty surrounding me from every corner.
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.
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.
Lately I’ve been more and more drawn towards this kind of beige neutrals. I think I’m slowly entering another phase that’s going to leave a visible imprint upon my wardrobe. But prints, that I rarely do. It’s not them, it’s me, I love prints on everybody else but I don’t really see them fitting into my personal closet. And wearing them is always a struggle. Perhaps not always.
It’s been a while since I last updated the inspiration section here on the blog and to be honest I kind of missed it. Now I don’t know about you, but I love reading these type of posts and seeing what everyone “picks out” from the runway. With so many collections available for inspiration and all of us being so very different it sure is a beautiful play on imagination.
I know it’s Wednesday and we’re half way through the week, but in order for this post to make total sense I have to rewind time to Sunday night. You know that moment when you lay your head on your pillow, kind of sad to be leaving the weekend behind, your mind already racing with all the things you have to do in the morning. And I don’t even hate Mondays, it’s just that sometimes I don’t feel quite ready to start afresh.