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 not the most practical color, especially when you’re one of the clumsiest girls in the world, but I can’t help it, I love white, I love white clothes, white flowers, white everything. So of course I felt compelled to choose this beauty of a white top as soon as I saw it a while ago on Oasap.com.
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.
I love words and amongst them simplicity is easily one of my favorites. Its essence is deeply rooted in every single aspect of my life, wardrobe included. And while I am not a huge fan of slogan clothes, not for myself to be more precise, there are messages even I can’t resist.
You know it’s summer when you suddenly find yourself spending more time out & about than at home, and when you’d rather sit on a terrace and sip on your ice coffee rather than spend time in front of the computer writing your thoughts away.
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 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.