Dear Santa, if you are
reading this, please note that, despite getting some glitter in my eye, I did
not give up on holiday spirit. This is my wishlist, it’s pretty short (and if I
may add, I only put the essential stuff on it, ok, almost essential).
Number 1: this is a
book I’ve been dreaming of since university. I couldn’t find it in Belgrade, but I’ve
recently heard of an Australian site that has free shipping worldwide on all
Number 2: something
fluffy to wear. Not real, just faux and it doesn’t have to be this particular one.
Ideally I will finally find one in 2012, since I’ve been wishing for one for
years and years, just like for this hat and I found the hat this year, so the
coat has to be next.
Number 3: I got this
mascara as a present. I was disappointed to see it was brown when I opened it, but it turned out to be ideal. The packaging is so beautiful (the pictures
doesn’t do it justice), but the price is pretty discouraging, at least for
Serbian conditions. I need a new mascara anyway but maybe I’ll just go to the
store and hold this one in my hands for a while.
Number 4: the big bum
of dotted tights made no one happier than me. I had a pair of dark greens when
I was a kid and I wore them in special occasions with special dresses. And today I’m
not as careful with tights as I was then. So the old pair was finished at the
wedding of one of my best friends and it’s time for new ones.
I am now officially warning you that things are changing over here, things are getting serious, people. New Year is getting closer meaning that glitter is lurking around every corner. No more hiding. We are starting with serious actions, today. Choose your weapons people, scissors, glue, glitter, wrapping paper, ribbons. I'm giving you some helpful links for holiday inspired DIYs. And I'm going to go now and attack everything that moves or doesn't move with glitter, resistance is futile. And you can inform me about your progress.
This Monday some of the things I have and adore again. This necklace was bought on sale about two years ago. We call it dr. Zoidberg(any Futurama fans out there?). Together with the rings from the previous posts it spends a lot of time in my bag.
The leather and brass cuff cost about 0.2 euro on the flea market. I believe the lady was going to throw it away that day if I hadn't bought it. I had to disassemble it and clean it and when I reassembled it I was left with a few spare parts. It has a wire that pulls out sometimes and scratches but otherwise its fully functional and beautiful.
These long gloves are also a flea market find. They cost half a euro. They're made of the softest, buttery leather and they're silvery. Although I had them for a few years I still don't have a coat or a blazer with shorter sleeves to really show them off. Ok, that's on the list.
Here is another weekend daydreams post. We are experiencing unusually warm weather for this time of the year here on the Balkans. This completely messed up my Spidey-fashion sense so I put some umbrellas and then summery platforms together. But possible only on Polyvore.
* Yesterday I stumbled upon this picture and now it's all I can think about. If I could walk around dressed like this whole winter I wouldn't mind, I wouldn't need anything else.
* And underneath your clothes *click* for your special someone.
I love boots. My mom had a pair of over the knee flat boots when I was a kid. She always wore them with these dark purple leggings-riding pants she had. Yeah, she was cool. And I wish I still had them. But those boot led me to a romanticized image of the role of the winter boots, which led to a couple of painful winters.
Naturally, I compared all the boots she ever bought me with hers and I was never satisfied. Then the time came when I could buy them myself. The first winter I was in love with rubber boots so I bought a pair. They had a colourful print, with the girl faces that reminded of Picasso paintings. I wore them happily with everything in my closet until the first snow... I think that the girls on them died of hypothermia. Conclusion of the year - rubber boots and snow is a no, no. Well, some lessons you learn the hard way.
The following year - well, look at these brown beauties. They had the rubber sole, a platform, 8 cm heel, I innocently assumed they were waterproof since they were boots after all (don't ask). Sure, I'd wear them every day... until the first snow. And then I got blisters (I wore extra pair of socks 'cause I'm smart). I slipped on ice and fell. I couldn't run after the bus and when I finally got home my two pairs of socks were soaking wet and my feet were frozen.
And that was the moment. Thank you forces of nature, point taken: don't have a car, buying winter boots, think twice. Now I have them. They're sturdy, warm, strong zipper, thick sole and the price was, well... But for the past 3 winters my feet are warm and dry, though my legs look like Robocop's. Because of that they only come out on extreme weather conditions, they don't mind.
It’s December and I’ve been thinking about this blue sky of mine
and obviously it’s not right anymore. My head is full of fairy lights for the
tree, I like them blue, white or rainbow, cheap ones from China. Last year they
lasted until March. Then they succumbed to my constant abuse of the program
button and with a puff, some smoke, light effects and the smell of burning
plastic they were done with me. I still haven’t bought new ones but I put them
up here on the blog. Like them?
And before the New Year arrives and presents and all other new things I
wanted to show something old. From now on *Monday is the day for old things so I
don’t lose or forget them. So Monday, the day for the things we have (maybe we
realize we don’t need something new*).
1. These are my two favourite rings. I've had them for two years and I always have them with me. I carry them in the purse if it's not practical to wear them. 2. These two I have since fifth grade. I wanted the girl because she looked just like my sister, I wanted to have blond, straight hair like the two of them. My sister chose the boy because he reminded her of her best friend. Today they have a special place on the book shelf. And the boy lost his shoes but he is still cool. 3. These watches belonged to my mom and dad. They wanted to get rid of them and I had to save them. Dad's watch is mechanical and has to be manually wound. *Next week this post will be on Monday. This week it was delayed due to header construction problems.
What's better than spending Saturday cat style (sleeping, rolling around, scratching pillows), then title myself laziest person in the world, but only on Saturdays (maybe Sundays and holidays, too). But not to overdo it with laziness maybe work on some professional daydreaming...
* So if it wasn't for this little thing called fall, this is what I would like to wear, head to toe, especially toes, 'cause those blue shoes are...
I like to use word pelerine for poncho or cape, or as we say it here in Serbia pelerina. I loved this word when I was a kid, simply because it rhymes with ballerina. I believed that wearing a pelerina somehow made me more of a ballerina. Ah, to be 5 years old! I've never became a ballerina, but the word pelerina stayed and now I'm sharing it with the world.
This pelerina is a flea market find. It was about 2€. There was another one on the pile, red with the hood. It looked like it belonged to the Little Red Riding Hood herself, but my wallet had already suffered enough that day, so the other one probably made someone else happy.
And this hat is another story. My boyfriend inherited it from his grandpa. It was bought in Italy long time ago. We were told to take good care of it since it's worth probably about ***€ and that's the last thing we remember from that day...
If I tell you that I've been wearing these a lot lately
and that I've been doing this a lot
and that I've been secretly watching a Latin American telenovela from 1992 (that I used to watch with my grandma but we'd moved and hadn't have a TV for a while and the show ended in the meantime), can you guess my age? It's either 27 or 72, just a hint...
I'm going to use this opportunity to mark the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of this special day, 11/11/11, and pronounce it the minute-for-not-working........ there, I hope you used this time wisely. And I'm just going to add TGIF, a special day indeed.
One more thing, I'm not really liking all this November/fall atmosphere. I'll admit it, the colours are nice, they go well with my boots (the ones I wore to the book fair, but weren't in the pictures). September and October were much nicer and they smelled of roasted peppers here in Belgrade, and now November smells of smog. And the wind... just dare to go out, and if you do, don't bother doing your hair beforehand. Last week I wore sunnies, even though it was cloudy, to protect my eyes from all the dust. Then I met a friend and he said: -You look really popular like that! So there you have it, just match your shoes and sunnies to November and you're good to go. (If this guy only new what I had looked like just an hour earlier crocheting this little hat in my pjs and funny socks.)
We are back to regular programming. I can't really apologize for being away this long because it was unexpected for me too. I can only hope you haven't forgotten me. Today I leave you with this little place of ours for comfort and being with friends (and a little self-portrait). And for the next post I have some new hats and some new cats! PS for the Balkan readers: there is also a link for the Serbian page at the end of every post, if you'd like to read in Serbian :)
Her name is
Tamara Đurić. She loves soccer (because of her dad) and she plays basketball
with her friends in their street. She always has an apple in her bag. When she
was a kid she handstiched a needlepoint smurfette and had it framed. She was a
jazz ballet dancer. She had all the hairstyles and hair colours you can imagine
(she still asks me to braid her hair). She likes to saw (because of her mom,
they always fight about the way things are done, Tamara is stubborn). She rides
a bike, can’t drive. She adores 2 cities and a village. She still hangs out
with her childhood gang all the time. In high school she used to draw on desks
and the cleaning ladies almost never removed her drawings. And the kids from
the other classes left her messages asking for a drawing and she did them. Her
friends have her works framed because she gave them for birthdays or holidays
or because they begged her to death for one (I got one for birthday). She
graduated last week, she is a biologist now. It was her birthday on Monday and this
Saturday she has her first exhibition. Speaking about the good month.
If you happen to
be in Novi Sad, Serbia on Saturday you can see her imagination live in caffe
Frida (Ise Bajica 8, Novi Sad). I’ll be there.
This is the outcome of the visit to the Belgrade Book
Fair this weekend. And it’s my favourite week of the year even better
than birthday. And there you can by anything from British Vogue to vintage Shakespeare,
and again for my favourite price of 1 Euro. Since Vouges and any forgein
magazines are pretty expensive in Serbia (up to 15 Euro) this is a
real treat (if only I could find Lula for 1E). I also bought a set of all 12 issues
of National Geographic magazine from 2007 for 5E. Oh and I did buy some books, too, Tears of the Giraffe by Alexander McCall Smith, Sendman by Neil Gaiman and some Shakespeare.
So Serbian speaking readers got an extensive guide to the Belgrade Book Fair which would not make much sense for non-Serbian readers, so
the rest of you guys only get the pictures. But in case anyone happens to be
coming to the BBF feel free to ask for any advice or directions and welcome to Belgrade.
So this is what else I found there and also what I wore (comfort
is essential in this case):
My sister bought this sweater for me. She thought it was ridiculous and I would love it. She even called me on the phone and said she had bought something awful for me. Yeah, she knows me well. I have a lot of clothes that people I love hate but we make it work.
It has little pom poms people, pom pom shoulder party!
And I am wearing it with an old boyfriend's t-shirt, a navy maxi skirt and blue suede ankle boots, it has to work. And I predict family intervention after this outfit...