Yardsale Venue: Mulholland Drive vintage store

Joanna of the Style Digger

Ryfka of Szafa Sztywniary

Kasia of Plenty of Hangers and Weronika of Raspberry and Red

£4 hat that refused to fit my 4km circumference head.

Sweater – Monnari, Dress – MNG, Shoes – River Island, Belt – JHYoo, Floral Bag – Courtesy of Catherine Membre

Easter Bunny Sale (Blogger Yard Sale) Krakow; 26th April 2011

When I was in highschool I routinely took an early train down to Krakow to spend the day rediscovering the Auschwitz concentration camp – I’d go every season, back then SS/AW referred to the two-and-a-half hour trainride South – I guess the Holocaust votary in me wanted to experience the camp in all possible weather conditions at the very least. So Krakow only really meant that one thing to me, and I don’t think I’d ever

given it a proper chance to flaunt its beauty as a city. So on Tuesday I woke up at a dead hour (dead to me at least, 7am is midnight for pete’s sake) (who’s pete?) and scrambled on a train to visit the Polish blogger’s Yard Sale. The ‘yard’ was three floors up in an empty vintage store called Mulholland Drive and Joanna, Kasia, Ryfka and Weronika’s undesireds were hanging around the store and quickly became someone else’s desireds. I myself picked up a few things at delicious prices of £2 and that general neighbourhood, including an oversized ‘fat kid’ sweater, summer dresses and some leopard action; and after a burger lunch with the girls promptly loaded my loot on an evening train and back home I was, like nothing happened.

Based on this photo!

Sometimes I feel so ashamed that I’m not fluent in the language of the country I received my milkteeth in, where I shortened the hems of my skirts in teenage rebellion, where I decided I was adult enough to watch a gore flick. (wasn’t.) This beautiful illustration was sent to me by Julia from the handsome city of Kraków, and here I am, stuck thanking her in English as if I’ve never been to Poland before. Let me try at least, Dziekuje Ci kochanie za ta sliczna ilustracje :D

Pozdrowienia dla wszystkich Polskich czytelniczek (i czytelnikow?)! Przypominacie mi o moim rodzinnym domu!

(OK fine, I got help. Thank you Macku for helping with my crap Polish <3)

Smoking is harmful for you, kids. KFC on the other hand, is not. Message in a kiosk!

Warsaw Central Train station > Krakow Old Town > Zakopane  Youth Hostel > Szymoszkowa Ski slopes > Morskie Oko paths

Well, looks like I can actually ski.

Tumble wumble tumble wumble tailbone slam headbang tumble sticks and skis gone, but hey I still did get up after that, it was just that once. Everyone chose to snowboard the first day, and then curiously changed to skis the next – I must’ve looked glamorous – after all, I did try to appear fashion blogger by wearing orange with yellow.
Again, it wasn’t my first time in Zakopane, the mountains of Southern Poland, but this time it was definitely a refreshing experience, going with friends. Sure, it’s not the Alps, but I doubt they have Polish horses in the Alps. Beat that.

The trip was great, taking that much needed break and actually wearing utilitarian clothing was, dare I say, liberating. Skiing and hiking are probably the two most blogger-unfriendly verbs in the entire dictionary (this fashion blogger dictionary can be purchased at £5.95 at local blogshops) but you’ll excuse me for this once, yes?

Hope you all had a wonderful start to 2010, I personally don’t consider Jan 1 to be any different than Dec 31, but that’s just me I guess. Can you believe that a decade ago we thought our computer dates were going to scramble back to ‘1900’, in which case the dumb 12 year-old that I was thought I’d just flip it up to ‘2000’ after the disaster happened? What, what computing crisis?

First photo by Gabriella
Shirt – Jackpot, Pants – Zara, Shoes – Monnari, Bag – Vintage, Necklace – Gmarket

On my last day in Kraków I had a chance to meet up with Gabriella from Street Fashion in Kraków, such a sweetheart. We drank lemonade at an atmospheric cafe on Bracka street. The cafe had seats outside that looked like school tables where customers would sit alongside eachother and watch the passerbys, kinda like first row fashion show seats, and I’m thinking that’s how Gabi chooses her streetstyle prey.

The Kraków trip was a breath of fresh air; my favourite was the fact that the modern youth culture was completely embedded in the historical bits of the city, so you’d easily find a nightclub in a Polish townhouse of the 1500’s. Café’s are marrrveloos as well, they have this natural vintage den-like atmosphere that you can’t possibly create out of scratch, oh how delicious.

You know this was coming: YOU NEED TO VISIT KRAKOW. Capitals and all.