As you can probably guess, I had no school the last two months since it was summer break. I had one of the best summers of my life so far, and I honestly wanted to take a break from my blog for certain reasons. Even so, I always caught myself making pretty photos of me, of my surroundings, of my travels, at restaurants - you name it. Once you start seeing things with the eyes of a blogger, you never quite go back, I guess. I enjoy it, and I have no plans of not being a blogger anytime soon. If anything this hiatus made me realize even more how much I'd miss blogging, and also, I can't pinpoint why, but i personally think my new photos look way better than the old.
I know that the most of the people that visit my blog come for the outfits and the pictures. Don't get me wrong, this is a fashion blog above anything else, and I'm incredibly happy that is serves its purpose as one. I myself enjoy looking at other people's beautiful pictures and it is what keeps me coming back to their websites over and over.
I am trying a new format with this post and I don't know if it will go well, so roll with me. I figured I could bring a little more personality and heart into my texts. If you are just here for the pictures, great! Thank you so much for checking them out. And if you are interested in what I am writing about today, which you can probably guess from the title, that's great too! Either way enjoy my ramblings and/or photos!
A very long time ago, there was this little girl that started dreaming of having a style blog, a magical place for her to pour her heart out, to have a big goal, a dream to aspire to - to be a respected and established blogger, and hopefully make some friends along the way.
But that little girl was well, little, and everyone advised her to wait. No one would take her seriously. And after all, little girls don't know what they really want yet. Full of doubt, that twelve year old girl waited. While waiting for what turned out to be a long time, she started to do two very different and contradictory things. One of them was forgetting about that little-girl-dream from time to time. Who could blame her. It was the time in which she moved to another continent (twice) and had to learn to speak (two) foreign languages fluently. But also let's not forget it's the time of all that teenager-y hormonal puberty stuff. So she was pretty busy.
And then there were the times where her mind wandered to her one big dream. As if it wouldn't be terrible on its own to only dream about something you want, she also started overthinking it. She played all the possible scenarios in her brain of what could go wrong. Of how she might be made fun of in real life, how her pictures might look ugly, of how it might turn out to be a big failure and her dream would be crushed forever...
Okay so here's the deal with cold weather. Most people I know always lust after warm, sunny summer days, and when they finally come, everyone tries to savor every bit of them. It's so much appreciation that normal everyday things get neglected because people want to be out in the sun for as long as it's shining. They hate when they have work to get done, even more so than usually, because "they could have been outside in the nice weather".
I think I finally put my finger on why I like the cold. I always knew that for some reason cloudy and chilly is the right environment for me to work in, but I never fully understood why. It's because in the cold, people drop the weather talk and the excuses that come along with it. They no longer rely on an unstable factor to dictate to them what they should do today. So in a way, the cold makes them more productive - which in turn lets me get the job done faster too.
If you've been reading my blog for a while you can't not have noticed that I've had a little obsession with Rihanna ever since I saw her on tour in July, just a few days before my birthday. It was one of the best presents ever. She was one of my favorite pop stars when I was younger, but the hype died out for some time,. What happened is that I grew up, my taste changed, or better said - I started understanding that I don't need to like what's on the radio. From then on I accepted and embraced my rather alternative taste in music.
And then she put out the Anti album and it was unlike anything else I've listened to before.
I started respecting her so much as an artist from then on. When I saw she was going on tour I almost couldn't find anybody to go with me, which by the principle of wanting the things you can't have only made me want to go more. And when I finally saw live, my obsession became official. And it's all documented here.