Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
Or we choose to create our own fairytale moments, on windy afternoons, when the sun is hiding and everything grows quiet, when the seasons collide and you can sense a hint of winter and a whisper of spring finally getting to saying their goodbyes.
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.
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 would say Friday at last, but I have no idea when this week flew by. From the moment we returned back home from a weekend away with the family (we celebrated my niece’s very first birthday <3 in Cluj), the days have been filled with all sorts of activities that barely allowed me to shoot this one quick outfit, on an afternoon date with my favorite girls.
I would have loved to start off this blog a few years back already knowing who I was and what style suit me best. The road would have been less bumpy, but I didn’t know, I had no clue. My wardrobe was all over the place at that time, so I went from nothing to trying out a little bit of everything. I flirted with the sporty, I played with prints, I bought fitted dresses and super short skirts, I went boyish and sometimes even super-colorful. But in the midst of everything, I did found myself.
Happy Sunday, boys and girls! Hope you’re having a wonderful time. I am loving these warm temperatures we’ve had during the past couple of days and I really hope we’ll be saying goodbye to our coats soon enough. Until then, I have yet to share this pretty series of photographs featuring my adorable fluffy coat and the beautiful blue shirt with eyelash motifs that I received last week.
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“.