If you know me, you should be aware of the fact that I am endlessly in love with baroque prints, twirly and swirly wallpaper-like patterns. And paisley, always paisley. Which is why I was almost in tears when I spotted this jumper on Ax Paris. The fabric is really soft and warm, it's just perfect. I didn't want to take away the focus of the print, so I paired it with simple high-waisted denim shorts. I have so many more outfits
to show you, but I haven't photographed them yet. It's freezing outside and I'm extremely anxious about the weather. My nose also gets awkwardly red as if it had LED lights on it. I just want sunshine.
Warning: a ramble about my first adventure of 2013 is following this notice. Have you ever done something that you knew was dumb? I did, today. First of all, I decided to not go to school (I would've only had two lessons, and that's gym and Spanish, so they don't even matter). After laying about for a few hours, I've decided to get up and head to the post office. Of course, being the lazy person that I am, I could absolutely not be bothered to actually walk there, and it's only a twenty minute walk downhill. Nope. I chose to take my bicycle (which, by the way, I had to carry up from the garage and that required a lot of physical effort) and ride down to pick up my package. You'd think I was smart for doing that, and so did I, until I stepped outside, climbed on the bike and started pedaling. I didn't think about the snow and the ice on the road. It was super slippery and the tires of the bike were being deviated every other second. But hey-- I couldn't go back home and leave the bike, because I had put so much effort into getting it out of the garage. So my journey began. I made my way to the post office, everything was more or less fine- I nearly got hit by several cars, and a few car drivers behind me were obviously not okay with my slowness, but I didn't care. I claimed my package, regained my vehicle, which by this time was covered in snow and the tires looked more like skinny snowmen than anything else. I couldn't ride it, so I had to walk it home... uphill. At the end, it took me twice as long as it would've if I had gone by foot to complete my journey. Moral of the story: don't be a lazy fuck.