I would like to go somewhere. Somewhere far. Enjoy life, live fully all hours of my life, explore new countries and meet new people. India, America, Australia, Europe and Africa. To take photos of everything and write about everything, and later nostalgically remember it in old age.
Pink dress has been my dream this year. When I was in Zara, I kept one beautiful in the hand, but they were too expensive, so I hung them back and I was hoping that I will find similar in second-handshop. I found one. But not in second-hand. A week ago we were shopping and I ran only briefly to the New Yorker. I did not have much time so I went through the hundred of clothing very quickly.. And then I saw them. Time stopped and I suddenly had more time. The dress was hanging there. Pink and orange too. With a belt, on sale, in a flood of others, for me at the moment not important clothing. It was a fateful meeting, I tell you. We fell into each other's eyes. For the combination, the pink dress understand with the different colors. Black and brown are classic. Then the orange, yellow, blue or green. This time I chose brown because I wanted to be a lady. Was I? What do you think?