This is my first fashion blogpost in a while and honestly I’ve forgotten how to so instead I’ll let you enjoy all the pretty pictures (because yes, I am adorable in this Unique Vintage dress) and I’ll tell you a little story from my Sunday about how stubbern and stupid I can be 🙂
I got a bed for free because a friend needed a new one but it didn’t have any legs so I had to buy those separately (a small price to pay for a free bed). I bought them online and had them delievered to a collect-point as I’m also at work when the delievery guys are working (a pet peeve of mine but that’s for another day). I wasn’t in a great mood to begin with. The first snow had fallen the night before and by noon Sunday it was half melted, icy cold and gross. In Copenhagen it’s too warm and too much traffic for pretty Frozen-landscapes. I was cold and I had to go by two different busses to the collect-store.
Once I had the legs I missed my second bus by minutes. I would have to wait 17 minutes for the next. As I stood there, on the verge of crying out of anger and general misery from being cold (also my phone had stopped working because apparently iPhones don’t like the cold anymore than I do) and cursing under my breath, wondering HOW I can be this badly suited for cold weather given that I’m half Ukranian and half Scandinavian. I should ace this!
A taxi driver who had parked across the street asked me if I was waiting for a taxi and because I’m a very likable person *coughs* I rolled my eyes and asked him WHY on Earth I would be waiting for a taxi at a busstop? “Do I look like an idiot?”, I asked with mascara running down my cheeks, looking thoroughly like an idiot. He mumbled something and walked on… And I scowl at his back. How dared he even talk to me when I was this miserable? And this when I realize the busstop is 30 m to my right. I look up and look and behold. I am in fact waiting at the taxi stop. I can feel blood rise to my cheeks (which I have to admit isn’t a bad feeling given my face is numb from being hit by sleet) and my very sane reaction, to avoid having this stranger see me realizing I was actually wrong and rude for no reason at all, is to pick up my boxes. And walk home.
The walk home took about 20 minutes I think – it felt like 2 hours and I coudn’t feel much of my body by the time I . There isn’t a lot of houses on the way, mostly office buildings and petrol stations and I had long angry conversations with myself and the general world all the way home. Shouting at the weather is a pastime I very much enjoy and it’s kinda hard in the city…to many people to overhear you. When I was a kid I lived in the country. Only the cows and deer could hear me then. I’m sure they also found me annoying.
Pearls: Old – gift
Hairband: I have no idea. eBay maybe?
Did I have a point? Not really. Except my eternal point: We are flawed. We make mistakes, embarress ourselves and the people we are with. We are not always the nice, polite people we usually show people. I generelly don’t suffer fools easily. And sometimes I admit it is difficult having a job with so much interaction with people asking you stuff when you in fact do believe there is such a thing as a stupid question. This is why I prefer children. When they don’t know something they have an excuse. Grown ups don’t.