(Topshop jeans, Primark top, Zara sandals, vintage Ray Ban sunnies)
EN: I know it’s a little too early (and a little too hot) to be thinking about layers and boots and chunky scarves but the approach of fall seems to have reawakened my love of jeans (and leather jackets for that matter)… I’ve seen so many pieces that I must have for this Autumn/Winter it makes my wallet hurt a bit: biker and army jackets, pointy heels, leather dresses, velvet skirts and faux fur snoods, all waiting for me for the season ahead. Yummy!
Anyway I’m pretty sure that as soon as I’ll feel autumn’s first chill I’ll start whining about the cold and crave shorts and sandals, so don’t take me too seriously about this one.
I wore this outfit a few days ago when the sun was shining and surprisingly, it didn’t kill me. My beloved blackmailed brother very kindly snapped these three photos of me that day when we went to look for some books (that we obviously didn’t found) and afterwards to get some ice cream. Two cups of caramel ice cream later, I decided to stop at a local thrift store to try my luck at treasure hunting. I visited four of them and found nothing. So sad:(
RO: Woa.
Splendid!
Am ras prea tare acum 5 minute ca sa nu insemnez si aici acest ceva complet irelevant, fara nicio legatura cu textila din tinuta de mai sus.
Ma uitam la televizor. Bam bam, bam bam, de pe un canal pe altul, evident nimic de vazut, pana cand apar reclamele. Majoritatea nu le stiu pentru ca am obiceiul de a schimba postul cand incepe publicitatea si oricum nu petrec foarte mult timp la televizor. In orice caz, vad una noua. La detergent chipurile sau ceva de spalat oricum.
Ea: mda, colierul e dragut.
El: Nunununu, lasa colierul, eu ma refeream la rochie. (Normal ca el se referea la rochie, doar nu s-ar uita la copanele aleia. Ce dracu)
Ea: Aaaaaa pai e noua!
Si vine:> Din neant apare in peisaj acest div atoatestiutor cu camasa descheiata 2-3 nasturi (alalalt fraier, o avea inchisa pana-n gat), mascul feroce, Dumnezeu Tatal cunoscator al detergentilor, altoit cu Brad Pitt si George Clooney, si ce faceeeeeeeeeee?
Ce sa faca, scoate ditai borcanu’ de detergent din buzunarul din spate si le explica alora doi cum e treaba cu spalatul rochiei.
Acum…nu stiu ce m-a facut mai tare sa ma prabusesc de ras: cum vorbea ala serios acolo de detergent ca si cand ar fi fost cel putin testamentul Papei SAU cum a scos el ditai sticla din spate cu o simpla miscare de trunchi. Destept omul, s-a gandit de acasa ca un borcan de sapun lichid o sa-i fie de folos in buzunar la prezentarea de moda.
Restul e irelevant, tot miezul e in gigolo americano ala de ii invata pe nestiutori.
Mai stiti reclame d’astea inteligente? Puteti sa-mi scrieti in comentarii, sunt chiar interesata:))
(Nu e nevoie sa mai mentionez [sper] ca ce am scris e doar interpretarea mea personala sub forma de gluma, bineinteles ca reclama nu se prezinta in forma asta)
