wish i could wash away the flaws.
the birdie keeps telling me to run away.
postcards from the heart
lately.
i am sooo good at ruining photos, i should win a prize.
i am extremely stressed out with all the projects and exams for both mds, that i am basically living in a constant foggy cloud these weeks.
yet i allowed myself the other day to travel a bit and go with mom on a bit of vintage/sh hunting.
we bought daddy a tiny present for his up-coming birthday and i wanted to take prettier "normal" pictures on the streets, with the buildings, but it was so darn cold i gave up.
the snow festival began in v.d. this weekend and i think it will last for 3 weekends, so i hope i'll catch at least one.
i am head over heels in love with mint green. actually i have this crush for about a year now, but it seems so hard to actually find things that aren't that expensive or my size. everysingleday i keep searching on fashiolista, wi or polyvore or local shops for mint thingies. crazy, right ͝ ˰ ͝ .
and let's not forget snow patrol that's messing with my mind these days and makes my fragile heart dream more.
i may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.
i'm awake but i'm asleep. it was 5.30 when my dad woke me up. i asked him to buy some pretty little things to try in making collars tips i dream of, since i couldn't find any cheap version of the metallic zara ones. i'm a bit obsessed with that.
yesterday i went to hand over a project for the management md and luckily i came with the car and had the chance to take a ride around shops and my heart and thoughts remained at a simple mint sweater i must, somehow, get, even if it's 30e and i don't actually have those money right now.
and of course, i always go like dazed and mesmerized to the perfumery area and i always perfume myself with my other obsession: miss dior cherie l'eau. i thought i got over it and i was suggesting to myself that it's too expensive for a jobless dreamer like me, but just when i felt it at my ankle arm i surrendered to it and knew my love for that beautiful scent didn't dissapeared. it's like old romance. but always fresh.
so all my way back home i kept smelling my arm and all i could think about is how to gather 70e to make it mine and enjoy it every single moment.
i also stopped by my friends, the doggies at the pet shop. i call them that way because i always return there and talk to them and make nosefinger contact and melt my heart of too much cuteness. it's somehow a bandage for my longing for bibi.
sigh.
why am i not sleeping at this hour like normal people do? i don't know. for some time i keep searching for pretty blogs, photography, inspirational people and writing and books and things and now my opera dial is full of them waiting to be flicked.
now i'm finishing reading madelene b's journal, lingering for those pretty dresses of her, paris and stockholm places, analog camera shots and exquisite chanel ballet flats that i hope to wear someday while wandering on streets.
oh, the dreams.
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