So versatile they’re basically a neutral!
During which I convince myself to shop vintage again.
My ankles were feeling a bit frisky
When are unflattering clothes actually flattering? Much like how I go back and forth between wearing too much color and none at all, I also yo-yo between wearing tight and loose-fitting clothes. I feel like the general rule has always been to balance it 1:1, but I have days when I really just want to look like a 12 year old boy, and other days when I basically am begging for my boobie to slip out. Where’s the middle ground?
Here’s me peeking around the corners. I was getting all sweaty cus just got told off for taking photos, and that really stressed me out, so I tried to calm down by having Andy take photos of me but that fucking stresses me out so I just kept an eye out for the bad guys :”)
Just look at that greenery, like velvet sofas and deep greens are so amazing – but then you walk in the next room and it’s like seafoams and baby pinks and your whole world turns upside down. That’s what I want in a store, tbh, to make me question myself at every corner ♥
I keep talking so much shit about how hard it is to come home after work and force myself to pump out more creativity. Like boohoo, it’s hard, we all get it. I was complaining about this for what was probably the millionth time to Steph, and she was like “Why don’t you stop being lazy and commit to at least 30 minutes every night?” So I’ve done that, it’s been a week-ish and it is so much easier to keep a super low goal of 30 minutes than it is to think I’ve got to produce something amazing every time I sit down to do anything.
But who woulda thunk, 30 minutes did produce something amazing. I’m venturing into the land of phood photography. I find nothing more calming than to come to the kitchen, choose from a beautiful variety of multi-colored yet monochromatic (how they do it, I do not know) options, turn that stove on – there’s something so therapeutic to watch those flames dance and flick around my boiling pot of water – and witness the water’s transformation. Transformed into what, you may ask? A fucking brilliant landscape of bubbles and steam and hiss. A perfect metaphor for my mood from morning till dusk.
Next up, the ramen. Slide it out of that crinkly packaging, plop it into the pot, and depending on the cuisine, I either add the seasoning oil & dried vegetables along with the ramen, or wait after the 3 minutes it takes to cook and mix it in as a finishing touch.
As you might have guestimated, ramen is a great staple in my diet, one of the many reasons why my skin glows and never sprouts a pimple. Who needs a dead sea salt mask when you’ve got a fresh package of ramen?
Until next time, dear readers, as I unravel the rest of my secrets.. xoxo
I’ve never understood the concept of “accessorising”, I don’t know what that verb means and I don’t get how so many people do it!! I’ve attached extreme sentimental value to most of my jewellery (no surprise there, I put the newly clean dishes at the bottom of the stack to make sure each dish is used the same amount of times, no dish left behind) (also sentimental value means someone has given it to me), so it’s hard for me to take something off without feeling hugely guilty that I’m betraying them somehow. My two necklaces? One from my godmother & one from my dad. I keep the one from my dad on all the time, except that one time I was mad at him, and the one from my godmother has been back on for almost a year because the one my roommate gave me that said “Angel” broke and my neck needed a second necklace.
Back to my point though : earrings!! I found a solution! Pierced my ears a second time so I can consistently have the same one on and change the first one whenever I want! God the freedom, I’ve never tasted anything so sweet. I’m very proud of these gold ones from & Other Stories – bought those bitches myself – and the fuzzy boa one is made by the one and only Steph. I’ve done a lot this year: graduated, moved to a new city and learned to accessorise :”)
Finally got around to visiting the Louis Vuitton Foundation in Paris during my second trip this year. It’s crazy, but the last time I was in Paris was the summer before I started college, and if you told me that the next time I’d visit I would be living in London (with a fucking boyfriend no less), I’d be like nahhhhh. But I digress.
Daniel Buren coloured the glass “sails” of the Foundation Louis Vuitton and I hate to break it to a lot of people probably, but I really did not like how it looked from the outside. Like it just wasn’t very nice, and maybe it was because the clouds were dark and moody that it kind of reminded me of a massive clown building, but it would have been 100% more appealing from the outside if it was in its regular plain glass state. I will say, however, from the inside it was like a fucking playground, especially as pink is ?
I just want to point out that just cus I wear a suit now doesn’t mean I’m a boring corporate gal, I’m still fun and flirty xoxo. I also don’t understand what Louis Vuitton has to do with this as there was 100% no fashion related stuff inside. I could easily look it up but I kind of like keeping a little mystery in my life ;~P