|^^ My two year old nephew is always welcome for a snap while trashing toys or fallen trees. ^^|
|Top: Next, Pleated skirt: Atmosphere, Stripy skirt: River Island, Wedges: Bershka, Jeans: H&M (always!)|
Forest in the summer is nothing but the perfect spot to escape the heat and since I've never been a summer or beach girl, you give me a stick, some shade, fallen leaves and life continues to go on. I'm trying to keep sunburns to a minimum so very reluctantly I came back from the woods into to reality of city dust and painful touch of metal on the skin. Stripes turn my closet on in many variations, I can wear them with just about anything, they are enough in an outfit to forgo most accessories (don't overlook oversized leaf ring which will make a proper appearance soon and 'fly' sunglasses) so let me take you on a little journey through the black and white (with a hint of devil red) and please wait until I'll edit our weekend photos.
Not really related to this but popping up every now and then: a dangerous habit of rearranging my whole life with new schedules and routines, going after what I want, stepping forward, pitching in, maintaining constant productivity. I lack the dedication and discipline that is required to become anything great, most of our daily activities need no watch, no course of action. We just go on as we please, rarely plan, mostly jump in. It delights that little girl of mine but curiosity, beautiful unrest that pushes me to take the road less traveled by is just in my nature, I guess. I'd like to see myself in always desired physical (with impact on thighs and behind) and mental shape - a bit more confident than usual, happy and relaxed, living in the now and not paying too much attention to tomorrow (and bank's interest rates).
What we do with our privacy brings me to overthinking the idea of blogging. I blog because it makes me feel good and keeps me motivated (and motivation I crave like Damian's roasted chicken). Whether it's a short story supporting a few pictures or a well-thought out outfit post, I write for my own amusement, give events my own voice. Not everybody likes me having my say especially if I've rarely had a right to it in the past. To be happy or not to be too risky? To ask and take it or to oversleep and not to bother? To laugh often and much or not to appreciate things I was given? To be or not?
I can surprise you. x