/ SHOPPING /

THE SHOES MUST GO ON, I NEED THERAPY OR A YOUTH ELIXIR

 
 
shoes 250 SEK - belle
 
Vid någon punkt i varje kvinnas (eller mans) liv presenterar sig en utmaning i form av skor, speciellt högklackade med den sadistiska vanan att skava så mycket att du bara står ut att bära dem en kvart.
Du vet redan det här utantill men lyckas ändå övertyga dig själv (och din plånbok, den snåla jäveln) av ditt desperata behov att köpa ett par nya, exakt likadana.
Men allteftersom åren & ungdomen flyger förbi, likaså gör klackarna, tills du en dag vaknar upp med dina femtioåriga fötter 2 centimeter över marken och kallar ditt inköp för "högklackat".
Det verkar som att min femtiotant vaknade tidigt när jag hittade dessa stövlar.
Men jag är ju fortfarande i tjugo så släng ihop allt och min ålder inuti blir trettiofem.
Allt som saknas nu är en villa, Volvo och vovve.
 
 
 
At some point in every womans(or mans) life a challenge presents itself in the form of shoes, particularly high heeled ones with the sadistic habit of hurting so much that you only bear to wear them for fifteen minutes.
You know this lesson by heart yet still manage to convince yourself (and your wallet, that cheapskate) of your desperate need to buy a new pair exactly the same height.
But as your years & youth fly by, so does the height, until you find your feet in your fifties with 2 centimeters above the ground while calling your new buy "high heels".
It seems my fiftys came early when I found these boots. But I'm still in my twenties so add and substract it all together my inside age becomes thirtyfive.
Now all I need is a villa, Volvo and a dog.
/ CREATIONS /

I TRIED TO SELL MY SOUL LAST NIGHT FUNNY, HE WOULDN'T EVEN TAKE A BITE

 
 
När mina klädalternativ tryter, kommer min symaskin ut och ryter. Med den följer en flaska kreativitet mixat med en nypa onårbara förväntningar på syfärdigheterna.
Inte det att jag är dålig, tvärtom, men man kan alltid bli bättre. Mitt senaste offer blev den här scarfen som snabbt förvandlades till en kimono som blev bättre än vad öl brukar bli för en mage. Okej, det finns ju inte mycket som är sämre än en mage på öl.......
 
When my wardrobe options run out, my sewing machine comes to life. With it follows a bucket of creativity mixed with unreachable expectations on my sewing skills.
Not that I'm bad, but I could always do better. My latest little project was this scarf turned kimono that was fairly simple to make and actually turned out better than a belly on beer. Well, most things are better than that.....
/ LIFE /

IS IT MY EGO OR IS IT EVERYONE ELSE?

 
The expression "You can't have what's already taken" have never been more true than the moment you're off the market & the I becomes us.
Is it the little smile that lurks in the corner knowing somone is thinking about you that boosts your looks or the fact that human nature encourages you to chase what you can't have?
My limited experience is also rooting for option number three: You simply  don't want to hurt the other side of Us and therefore everyone is flirting with you. 
Or you were rather dense and sucked at seeing the signs when you were single.
Either you get pretty being with somone, gets IQ-boosts from relationships or your ego implies it's on the rise. No matter which it is, there is always time for a day out drunk with the girls.