Right now our apartment looks as far away from this as it gets. With a disgusting old persian matt on the floor that makes everybody drop, moving boxes overflowing with things(clothes) and a smoke alarm more sensitive than a pregnant woman on her period, the feeling of cuddling up on the couch with a cup of tea( read appletini) and lots of lit lanterns trying to reach that cozy feeling is harder than losing fat on my ass.
I've started my new life, again. Don't really know how many times I have, but I'm guessing around five or six.
Third day of not drinking coca cola & first day of not smoking. Plus trying to eat healthy, all I really wanna do right now is go sit in a corner with a bag of cheesedoodles, coke and a smoke. That would be awesome!
If my protective layer of fat haven't gotten skinnier in a week, then the cheesedoodles diet is next.
I may have payed less attention to my lecturer during product technology, and more to making these garment sketches in illustrator and photoshop. But I actually am considering making both of these in a silk paisley chiffong. Whoops, tomorrow I'll give you an outfit post so you'll get to see I don't walk around naked or unfashionable over here. Don't know which is worse.