February 27, 2012

1, 2, 3, round IV

As (almost) every Monday, something old again.

The red bag is a flea market find from the time of my red bag obsession phase few years ago. It doesn't have a story, but it has a sister Anotherredbag, a bit bigger that is currently on a sick leave (broken zipper).

This scarf, on the other hand, has a story and you know me, I'm gonna tell it. I bought it about 10 years ago at the Belgrade book fair. Why there was a place to buy scarves on a book fair, don't ask me. Anyway, the moment temperature goes over 10°C I wear it all the time until the first snow. I almost lost it two times. Once I forgot it in a bus to a town where my parents live. I ran back and fortunately the bus was still there. And the other time it slipped and fell in front of another bus while I was crossing the street and I didn't notice. The driver saw it and honked until I realized what happened and came back.

In the end a book by a Serbian writer Momo Kapor. I like it so much that I've been rereading again and again since high school. Unfortunately, i don't think it was ever translated to English.