(Vintage Renatto Nucci skirt and shirt, Deichmann boots, vintage belt, Stradivarius cuffs, no name earrings and necklace, vintage Chanel bag)
EN: The day I wore this, many people told me that they liked my “dress” and asked me “where did you get it from, where did you get it from?” and every single time I was like “oh, it’s not a dress, it’s actually a matching shirt & skirt. But thanks, I got them from a thrift shop!” And then they groaned. And I couldn’t help but feel joy because of that great feeling of having something no one else has. Muhahahaha. Hahaha. Haha. Ha. Ha. You get the point.
I’m actually pretty selfish when it comes to sharing anything my clothes (not to mention my shoes) with other people and I like having unique things that can’t be found anywhere else. That being said, you now know the main reason why I love vintage.
Ok, so after class, I went with a few friends to this bar for the first time. Beautifully decorated with vintage furniture and ornaments, sorry I didn’t get more shots. Still, not sure if I’m coming back, the coffee was too cold for my taste. Anyway, after that I went home to get a few things and then off to the railway station (see the last photo). I got there early and had to wait about 50 minutes before the train arrived but I’m not complaining. I’ve always liked spending time in train stations, especially when it’s empty and quiet and I can watch the trains coming and leaving. Makes me think about a lot of things, you know?
Anyway, as we speak, I am in my hometown, busy enjoying myself.
Ok, enough rambling. Bye now.
RO: In ziua in care am purtat asta, multa lume mi-a spus “vaaaaaai, ce-mi place rochia ta! De unde ai luat-o, de unde ai luat-o?” iar eu ca un robot bagat in priza, raspundeam “ah, pai nu e rochie, e defapt fusta si camasa, set. Merci, le-am gasit intr-un sh”. Dupa care urma oftatul interogatorilor si jubilatia mea interioara la ideea ca am ceva ce nu mai are nimeni. Muhahahaha. Hahaha. Haha. Ha. Ha. Ok, ati priceput.
In realitate sunt destul de egoista in ceea ce priveste impartitul. In special cand e vorba de orice hainele mele, nu mai zic de pantofi. Imi place sa am lucruri unice, care nu mai pot fi gasite in alta parte si ma irita nespus (mai ales la capitolul asta), sa vad pe cineva purtand acelasi lucru ca mine. Probabil acum va dati seama motivul principal pentru care iubesc vintageul si vechiturile in general.
Asa, deci dupa cursuri m-am dus cu 3 prietene undeva la un bar unde nu mai fusesem. Frumos decorat, in stil vintage, atat mobila cat si atmosfera-imi pare rau ca nu m-am gandit sa fac mai multe poze. Mi-a placut acolo insa nu sunt foarte sigura ca ne vom mai intoarce, undeva e o problema. Ori in cazul meu ca nu stiu sa explic suficient de bine, ori in cazul chelneritei ca nu intelege romaneste. Traiesc totusi cu senzatia ca “4 espresso fierbinti, va rog” e destul de clar cat sa priceapa ca NU VREM CAFEA CALAIE. Ma rog… Dupa asta, m-am intors acasa sa impachetez cateva lucruri si am plecat spre gara, in ideea de a veni in weekend la Buzau. Am ajuns acolo mai devreme cu vreo 50 de minute si a trebuit sa astept in frig pana a venit trenul dar nu ma plang. Mi-a placut din totdeauna sa stau in gara si sa privesc trenurile cum vin si pleaca, in special cand e mai liniste si lipseste forfota specifica aglomeratiei. Ma face sa ma gandesc la multe lucruri, stiti?
Iar acum, cum va scriu asta, sunt acasa, ocupata cu relaxarea si mucenicii bunica mii. Tradu trai-ti-ar, mucenic in engleza. Hai, cine stie? Ne ne ne ne ne, nu cu martyr, vrajeli d’astea. Nu, tradu gastronomic mucenic :)) Recunosc ca pe mine m-a dovedit eGnima asta.
Gata, tac. Pupici acum.