After playing quite a bit of dress up in my latest outfit posts, wearing my beloved basics again felt like a much awaited return home. I’ve expressed my love for simplicity time and time again, both here on the blog, and in my day to day conversations about fashion and personal style, and while I am aware that most people would have added and added to this minimal look of mine, I was happy to complement it with a few whispers of color and not much else.
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’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?
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.
Dressing up for the cold is no easy task, and on the days you’re planning to shoot some pictures, walk quite a lot through what’s left of the melting snow, and feel good without having to worry too much about clothes, and shoes, and make-up, it appears even harder.
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.