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.

With the lovely Harel and Joanna (Style Digger)

Areta’s Jill Sander-esque shopper bag from H&M

Dress – Bohoboco, Shoes – River Island, Zipper dress – H&M, Orange/Furry bag – ASOS; Matte Yellow nail polish by Inglot; Thank you Areta for the outfit shots!

I’d expected this visit home to be short and sweet, thick and firm, opaque and gooey…whatever, but today marked the third week since I arrived straight after fashion week. That opaque and gooeyness has now thinned out into texture of watery old lotion and I’m looking at

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still another two weeks here. Worst thing about this is that both my parents have left to Korea and the whole sense of home is a sanctuary has been perverted into home is a SOLITARY CONFINEMENT. Although it’s not exactly that I don’t have anything to do, the fact that I’m here alone fending for myself is just very foreign. AND THE BOREDOM, wow. Yesterday I put together an outfit and ended up just checking the mailbox. So this MaxMara event that Joanna invited me along came at a good time, I had just started to greet my reflection.

I personally love MaxMara – not butt-kissing (whose lucky butt?) or anything but it’s been my mum’s favourite brand and at times like this when you pack for a week’s journey and end up staying a month, you really start appreciating your mum’s taste. After, a dinner with Harel, Joanna and A helped recharge my social bar, I think I can last another three weeks with this if I do enough ‘call neighbour’ and ‘chat online’… if not, I can always try going steady with the social bunny. I promise I haven’t been playing the Sims.

In love with midi dresses this season.

Bohoboco boutique on ul. Mokotowska 71, Warsaw; White lace dress courtesy of Style Sofia, DIY studded vintage boots; Thank you Harel for snapping that shot of moi!

After having made a brash decision to butt into my parents weekly 3h tennis session after church I woke up today with one rebellious body, oh so that popping sound in my dream wasn’t popcorns in the microwave IT MUST’VE BEEN THE SOUND OF MY MICROMUSCLES TEARING. Sorry for screaming, wait no, I’m not sorry, it hurts everywhere and everyone needs to know. The thighs are the worst, it makes me hobble-wobble like I’m either drunk on Windex (or was it Powerade…) or sporting Forrest Gump leg braces. The lovely Harel took me around town today as consolation, although she didn’t bring a wheelbarrow/wheelchair she did escort me to a lovely boutique of Polish brand Bohoboco, where I found that amazing jacket-dress for 70% off. It’s a size 42 (UK14) but it kinda fits, doesn’t it? Either that or I’m newly learning I’m actually a size 14.

The meaning behind BOHOBOCO is worth a mention actually. “Co” in Polish means “what” – Apparently the designers were having a conversation in NY and one went “Boho” and the other went “Bo what?” (As in, What the schmeck is boho) so they decided to call the brand Bohoboco. I really don’t get boho trend either, therefore they get a WIN card from me.