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.

Bustier – Courtesy of Fairground, Dress – Courtesy of StyleSofia, Boots – River Island, Grey pants – Uniqlo, Belt – JHYoo, Bag – Lithuanian Market, Plaid shirt – Calvin Klein

Well, other than migrating from bed to bed in the house for mini naps and mapping the neighbours from my window I managed to convince a friend to meet for a coffee. OK FINE, I begged her. Convince, beg, same difference. (Sob) Flora showed me the cosiest cafe in Warsaw called My ‘o’ my where I had best salad in town. Well, probably the best in town because I have virtually no friends and thus haven’t had too many salads in town.

OK enough with the moping, clearly this being alone in a big house has given me the catlady attitude. My parents are coming back tomorrow so a reminder to those who’ve passed out after the houseparty and never left, please TYOB (Take Your Own Beercans).

Here I am, talking to dussst.

(Thank you Flora for the outfit shots!)

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.

Jacket – Courtesy of Luphia, Sweater – Mum’s, Pants – Zara, Shoes – Vintage Bally, Bag – Style Sofia, (Both courtesy of Style Sofia) Furry Bag – ASOS

I really don’t know how to thank you for the support in the last post, although with the few borderline-whine posts of late I feel like I’m starting to sound like a skinny girl who keeps moaning about being fat. Or like a fat girl moaning about small boobies? But thank you, so so much, you all deserve cooties in the form of wet kisses. Ah, let’s just make out, the bf isn’t looking. Or is looking, he doesn’t mind girl-on-girl I think.

I’m back home, bag half full and again mostly inadequate stuff like straw hats and a beachball- I’m going East, surely it’s meant to be more exotic, no? (SO WHATS THIS WHITE STUFF EVERYWHERE?) I’ve been hanging around in my mum’s shop and touching everything, I find it’s the best way to be kicked out so I can go home and watch more HBO and eat Lindt chocolates while crying. Crying because I’ve been watching too much TV that is.

Tina from Luphia is offering a mahoussive discount for my dearest readers, 40% off at Luphia with promo code ‘park’. Best thing about this blog is, even if you hate my face, once you use that discount that means I WIN and that’s just pure awesome!