Dress, Thigh-High Boots – Zara, Jeggings – H&M, Shoulderpads – DIY, Bag – Uniqlo

I need to get up in an hour to catch a 6am train down to Kraków, although it would help to actually go to bed. I’m going skiing! OK, let me rephrase that, I’m going to eat snow! (and mountain grass!) Please pray I won’t break anything that might force me to sell all my stuff so I could afford a home nurse. The last time I skiied was when I was 14, so if the ability really comes back to you like riding a bicycle like they all say, then I’m anticipating a lot of slipping off of ski lifts and drinking 6 cups of hot cocos absolutely declining having to ski down that kid slope. Dudes, I can’t even sleigh.

Will report back when I need to go to toilet after 7th cup of  coco, please alert local aid.

(Just a quick note: I probably won’t have internet there so all emails will be answered once I get back on the 30th, thank you for your patience!)

Merry Christmas all you naughty readers spending time at your computer while you should be going trick or treati…no, wrong holiday…while you should be singing carols by the piano with your family and consuming illegal doses of chocolate! Hope you don’t accidentally find yourself under the mistletoe with your cousin.

It’d be a nice time to read this passage from John 1:1-3 today, just to clarify that Jesus was with God since the beginning of time, and Christmas is the time when he left the emerald courts of heaven to be born in a barn as a lowly human, then to finally save us from eternal damnation by dying on the cross. Sounds like a good fantasy plot, eh. Well, beats the one about a reindeer and his red nose.

Have a wonderful Christmas everyone.

Jacket – Mum’s Deni Cler, Black jeans – Zara, Bag – River Island, Scarf – Solar

Hello from Warsaw! Please excuse my sparse posting, I’ve had to go to the extent of committing blogger sin by taking outfit photos at the mall because I’ve been waking up to dusk everyday. I wake up to the sun setting – is that wrong or what. Well, the fact that I’m waking up at 2pm and the fact that the sun is setting around then… is probably a similar type of crime. The weather is quite exhausting, I completely forgot that Warsaw gets this bitter cold despite the fact that I spend my winter here what, every year? Happily there are lots of stuff to steal from my mum’s closet, whether she likes it or not – I WILL WEAR THAT GUCCI BAG BECAUSE I’M SO COLD.
What can I say, -17°C makes some screws come loose.

Neoprene Coat – Gemma Degara via Etsy, Swearshirt – Uniqlo, Pants – Zara, Boots – Loeffler Randall from TwentyThirtyForty.net, Bag – Topshop

It’s a fact, no other food makes me drop everything and travel into the depths of suburbia, or make me change trains multiple times and take a bus; no other than Korean BBQ. If I may, I shall now sing a song in ode to it, do firmly mute your speakers if you value your health. I’ll be belting out some long notes to warm up my larynx first, then sing in serenade mode non-stop for a few hours. Then when I get exhausted and hungry, I shall go eat some Korean BBQ, how’s that for a plan?

Well yes, I believe you get my point.

Unfortunately the best place you can get Korean BBQ in London without having to bbq your own Korean self to pay for the receipt is to go down to New Malden, a one-hour journey from central London down south into Surrey. Wikipedia says New Malden is the most densely populated area of Koreans outside South Korea, which left me thinking what about Koreatown in LA? Surely it’s a more prominent Korean neighbourhood? Probably it was referring to Europe. Anyway that’s a whole other subject that may overshadow the splendour of BBQueen, so reserve that for another day perhaps.

Faux leather Jacket – H&M, Striped top – Gmarket, Suspender – Sonia Rykiel for H&M, Shoes – Office, Red Skirt – ASOS, Cardigan as skirt – Zara, Bag – Topshop

As of Wednesday term ended for me so I’m now latched onto full-time holiday mode, meaning that I no longer sleep in the direction the bed intends me to, but the direction facing the TV, or diagonally depending on whether there is food to consume near an edge of the bed. Actually I’m scheduled to fly back home to Poland on Monday so I’m trying to juice all opportunities where I can be this lazy (to the point that it’s wrong), and not be scolded for it. Looking at the current European weather, it seems that I will have to do some snow digging, but seriously only if we really needed to get the car out of the garage, please let me be, I’m hibernating.