mind the blur and the mess, but you get the drift.
i’ve forever shied away from loud prints and bright colours, but have always had a mini love-affair with the stripe, (and the mighty dot, the other drawer is full of those), they lend themselves very well to my deep appreciation of a clean, yet graphic print and it introduces just a smidgen of hue where the rest of my wardrobe may (very much) lack it. and as a very good friend, who suffers from the very same affliction mentioned, the stripe held quite a few esteemed characters in its grasp, i.e.: picasso, coco chanel, andy warhol, et al…
tomorrow we’ll cover my deep issues with star prints and polka dots. stay glued. ✭
➝ source : bistro dress in ridgestripe via madewell
when i flew the coop, i thought glass and leather were right up my alley as well. until one day, it dawned on me that i had been living a lie.
oh, all right, it wasn’t nearly that dramatic, but i did come to realize that my taste ran a bit more simply. still modern, but softer, warmer and perhaps just a wee bit more inviting. and i banished leather. no more leather sofas. they may be easier to clean, but they’re so much less inviting for those sunday afternoon naps.
you’d think i’d appreciate this deep freeze, considering the state of my face.
however, if you’re anything like me, perhaps you’ve hit that glorious age, when it doesn’t matter whether it’s cold or warm, your skin has given up the good fight and has gone… rogue. it’s an oil slick here, a teensy sahara there, it peels here and is congested riiiiiight there. it’s hard to keep up, and rather than surrendering hope, i’ve just toughened up my arsenal.
(and then i turn out the lights and fall into a deep slumber hoping the morning will show some mercy on this utterly confused husk.)