I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a change—a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

Where Dreams Come True. No, really.

Shirt – Zara, Jeans – Levi’s, Sweater – Geiger

Will you hold my gurgling bag of cynicism and misanthropy for just a little while longer while I go titter looking at these photos again and occasionally squeal some? Mind, I’m doing this all in an ill-fitting (Age: 12-14 to be exact) Belle dress, but you couldn’t tell anyway because I’m also twirling like a maniac. Usually I’d trust the hubby to half look up from his Dungeons & Dragons game to tell me to snap out of it, woman, and go fetch him a sandwich but this time he’s also quite preoccupied with being prince Aladdin. ‘Prince Ali, fabulous he, is going to use the bathroom!‘ et cetera. It’s been nearly 2 weeks since we’ve been back from Disneyland, courtesy of Vienna International and Dream Castle Hotel, but the magic’s stuck with us, like it’s stuck with me for the past 20 years or goodness knows how long since my mother found out a Disney VHS is the best pacifier man has ever made. We had about 5 hours to play in the park (by we I mean the Jen & Fred couple + the hubby and I), so we busily fluttered around from ride to ride, getting salt-shaken here and spun around there… yeah, there really comes a time when you realise your body is not as compact and nimble as you like to think and that time is while you’re rattling up a dark tunnel and the rails suddenly disappear further up. Then it’s spit flying everywhere (think dog’s head out the window at 120kmph) and wondering if all your limbs are still intact. At the end of the day the stomach just seems to let go of any notion of what’s North or South and resigns to happy napping after being fed some cotton candy. It really was the most fun since watching girls trip on 5 inch heels on the cobblestones during the fashion week season and that’s saying a lot! Now give me back my gurgling bag. CACKLE.

Thank you Vienna International & Dream Castle Hotel for the best idea for a presstrip ever.

1    Cotton Shirt – Uniqlo Men, Jeans – Zara, Shoes – Friis & Company (via Zalando), Bag – Marc Jacobs via Monnier Freres, Boyfriend Watch – ASOS
2    Black trench – Calvin Klein (gift from mummy!), Cotton Shirt – Uniqlo Men, Trousers – Uniqlo, Shoes – secondhand Alexander Wang via Vestiare Collective, Diary – Filofax Enigma
3    Leather Cap – Ebay, Cotton Shirt – Uniqlo Men, Dress – ASOS, Jacket – H&M, Leather trousers -ASOS, Shoes – Chloe Sevigny x Opening Ceremony

The irregular geography of the warehouse conversion that is our flat lends a lifestyle not unlike a 11-year-old’s birthday party held in one of those kiddy indoor-playgrounds with rubber obstacles and plastic-ball pools that generally smell of feet and pee. OK, the latter probably not so much – on most days, at least – unless I once again decide to be clever with the pantry arrangement and place a melon on the top shelf and then 5 weeks later find out it’s leaked pee-like substance throughout the entire shelving unit. Rotten melon reeks of sweaty feet, why naturally! Anyhoo, from the mezzanine level I have a sweeping view of the entire flat, so by default anything that needs to be taken down to the lounge, or the general direction of the exit, is simply thrown down over the rails. With an accompanying ‘weeeeeeeeee’ noise at that. Said items either land on the bicycles or squarely on the couch, which is in fact where a haphazard pile of junk now lives – aka my new closet. Consisting of this Uniqlo Men’s pink cotton shirt, a few crumpled ‘silk’ tops, two pairs of jeans, a jersey dress, four jackets for the daily season-change and of course socks of unknown cleanliness sprinkled in between… these are things I’ve been pulling out for the past how many months I’ve had the day-job. If I’d known growing up was to be this messy I think I’d have followed the boy out the window when I had the chance, but then again looking at the state of the flat I’ve clearly convinced him to marry me and sign Neverland over in a prenup. From time to time I slide down the stairs’ handrail fireman-style and wail siren-noises to alert the hubby that I’m hungry.

Please do check out Uniqlooks to see what I’ve been up to and join in on the Uniqlo dress-up fun! Thank you Kit for helping with the first outfit and hubby for the rest!