Daily Review

This week moves slowly, and me, I have no other choice but to follow it slowly (with the camera in hands, naturally...)

So, I wake up and slurp the coffee.

Then I pretend to work and, since it's almost the end of the school year, I must pretend less since I'm the local  911 for bad marks.

Then I despair for the desperate weather.

And in the end of the day I thank to whatever force is responsible for my tiny hands because I can buy cute rings in children sizes. 

;)

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Mickey and Times Square

Not that much time this week for treasure hunting on the world wide web but I still managed to find a few thing worth checking out.

* Like the cute new Mickey Mouse created by the makers of Dexter and DeeDee and Sponge Bob with whom you must be familiar if you are 20 or 30 something and you regularly watch cartoon channels on TV.

Mickey Mouse - Croissant de Triomphe by Flixgr

* And a blog written by a lady that does it all from the Vogue to the flea market. For example taking Liu Wen to the world biggest flea market, then dressing her up in vintage and taking some great pictures. Or taking outfit pictures on Times Square with Elmo, even though as a New Yorker you are bound to hate Times Square. And the rest see for yourself, there's a lot of material, for looking and reading.

:)

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Shoes Excuse

This is my walking gear for this month and this picture got me thinking how all of these shoes were bought under some kind of excuse. You know, after I decided no more impulsive purchases, no sales, only following THE list, what I need and if it's good quality and comfortable, if I need it, and only if I carefully thought about it first and have enough money. Completely reasonable, right? Of course. But sometimes it's just... how can I be reasonable when it comes to shoes (::eye twitching, arm shaking::).

For example, this first pair, the blue ones, I bought them right in the middle of the winter when there was no chance of wearing them for at least three more months. But why, you ask? Well, see this picture, it'd been in my computer for a couple of years before finding them filed under perfection, see what I mean, get it? How could I pass? I started wearing them as soon I saw the first swallow unpacking her things in spring and didn't stop until it flew away again. And these shoes are delicate, I have to vacuum the dust off them and avoid any kind of uncharted terrain. 2 years I had them are visible on their face but still, just look at them!

The second pair I've had for just 2 weeks. I had these ballet flats that left this world last year. After several beautiful years we had together, after last summer vacation there was simply no saving them. And how can a woman exist without ballet flats, I ask you? I couldn't gather the strength to look for the replacement, the wound was still fresh... And one they browsing the man section at Office Shoes, not for myself obviously, I decided to cross the border to lady's section as I saw these little things. They were on sale, to be honest, but I figured they could be good friends for the next few years. They feel like wearing socks except that they have this elastic band in the back that's a bit too strong so after a while it feels like my foot is about to fold in half, but I suppose it will loosen up eventually... hopefully... well, one of us will crack anyway...    

As for the third pair, I already told you about them around the time they were bought so I'll just qoute, it happened like this:
''Friday was not nice to me although I did get this pretty bracelet, a gift from a very special little girl. It continued with an impulsive purchase of the shoes although I really needed them (when I say really I mean really really, not justifying really). However it was hard to say that to bf as he knew how Friday was not nice at all to me, imagine how that sounded- Hi, I had a **** day and I bought shoes, HA. Does anyone else do that?'' Enough said.

Well, the fourth ones were actually planned and the situation got out of control just a little bit... I was on my way to buy the sandals, blue sandals, with a big flower. I saw them before, actually needed them, prepared the money and while in the store trying them on, I suddenly saw this silver pair, just for a moment my I caught a glimpse of the silver on the shelf. And then I remembered my sister probably needed a pair of sandals, too. Yes, you got it, I bought both pairs, kept the silver ones and the sister got the blue ones... she did, really.

So, does this happen to anyone else? Do you even do excuses? What's the best excuse for impulsively buying shoes? Wait, no, no, please, don't tell me...

;)

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On The Other Side Of The World And Everywhere Else

* Speaking of Istanbul and travel this is actually my preferred destination:

* So dreaming and looking at a few city guides, just to be prepared...

* And you know how Paris gets boring after about thousand pictures of the Eiffel Tower and two thousand pictures of Louvre even though you might have never even visited it? I never did and I start rolling my eyes seeing the poor unsuspecting Eiffel Tower and think I don't even want to see you any more. Well, Petra went there a few times and she's got another angle to show us and make us want wish for Paris again. And also find some great posts on her blog both with great words and wordless.

  It's Sunday, why are you still reading this, go out 

;)

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Cats of Istanbul

No, I was not in Istanbul and right until yesterday I wouldn't even add unfortunately to this sentence. Istanbul wasn't high on our travel list for Europe (like, for example, Lisbon) simply because it's to close to where we live, where we grew up, to our history, too similar to everything we know. Until yesterday, as I said, when a friend came back full of impressions (gifts) and stories of cats that rule every corner of Istanbul      and all the people living it, coming, leaving, staying or just visiting. So due to extreme potential of random cat spotting, petting and picture taking, Istanbul just jumped very high up on our European travel list. Now, you have the permission to imagine me chasing this yellow guy around the harem quarters and not even caring for the Sultan, 3, 2, 1, go...

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Different

Today is for a bit different outfit post, and if I may say I never looked thinner than in this picture:) So, here's the equation and below are all the elements.

 
Blouse - This is an Orsay blouse, found on a half-a-Euro pile on the local flea market by my sister. It was brand new, and of the most beautiful soft cotton. It quickly got a life cycle of wearing-washing-wearing. Then after people started having collective deja vues when they saw me and I discovered a square millimeter of pilling on it, I realized it was time to give it a break, so now I wear it rationally...

Necklace - I love jewelry made of mother-of-pearl. This necklace was Tamara's and she bought it for the most peculiar reason -  it reminded her of abs and she needed fitness inspiration. My eyes went all Manga when I saw it on her and she said there were more in the store and that she would buy me one the next day. But after a few grapefruit beers and my eyes still shiny with admiration she caved and took it off saying it was probably meant for me because she didn't really like it that much, it was just the abs thing. But she also threatened me that in a month I must show off my abs if I meant to keep it. Well, in a month I gave her my polka dot earrings because they were meant for her in the first place and I never wore them, not because I didn't have any abs to show off.

Trousers - Tamara and I again in a story together and the story set in the Chinese shopping centre in Belgrade. What else would the two of us notice on the whole floor but a store with the these trousers in at least a dozen different prints. Soft and light to the touch and with a price worthy of fainting, just under 4 Euro. We did our best not to faint and Tamara bought a floral pair and I bought these in a PJ worthy print. And a week later I was forced to go back for more, for apparently these appeal to all generations and types of women, from a pregnant friend, to most of other friends, to Tamara's aunt and grandma, and also my sister. And again I took a pair for my self (I can only say that it's definitely Hammer Time again, don't ask), and T is coming back for a polka dot pair.

The purse is a very special piece that used to be my boyfriend's mother. His dad bought it as a surprise gift  for her when he went to Novi Sad and I suppose it was a means of winning her heart a little bit more. And I'm honored and humbled that it's mine now.

The book (Dirk Gently's  Holistic Detective Agency by Douglas Adams) - Just read it for the second time and while the first time was a complete blur to me even besides my utmost respect for the holly words DON'T PANIC! and a belief that everyone should have a towel with them at any time*. Only after watching 4 seasons of Doctor Who did I realize the genius of this book, the potential of it being a perfect episode of DW and a wonderful whovian twist in the end.

The ring - Greece, summer 2012.

Sunglasses -  Same day, same Tamara, same Chinese shopping centre as before. I looked for a pair like this for a while and I finally found it that they and they were too cheap for my own good or for anybody else's good, for that matter, but to pretty to pass.

Nail polish - Again the same setting as before. This nail polish has practically industrial strength. Not only does it stand the test of time but also the test of dish washing, I tell it barely chips. Although it has a tendency to stain the nails so you need the base coat, but as for me, give me more colours, thank you!

Shoes - I could go without them but if you want to know - these.

;)

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* If you think I'm crazy for saying this, know that I'm not the only one and that you can join in the crazy, just read The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, by Douglas Adams ;)

Wisdom, Jalouse And Being Cute On The Beach

 Man, this weather scares me horribly. I'm still not over the traumatic winter, so I feel like fainting and staying unconscious until the temperature gets above 20 degrees again. I didn't even stored away my thermo socks and all the clothes in my closet threatens to collapse like an avalanche. I unpacked the summer contingent of clothes, but the winter contingent is still on the hangers. So, I'm efficiently utilizing closet doors, every other doors and chairs to hang stuff. I'm about to become a split personality, but at least I can go out without freezing today. I still need a mantra for this weather and it's: Greece in 3 months, Greece in 3 months, ommmm....

* But let's get warmer, we are all big girls, no whining. So, you noticed my need to read lists of things to remember, know, keep in mind, when you are something something. I'm sharing another one today, not because I think you need it, but because I know I need to periodically be reminded of some of these things or else I periodically forget and get lost. Anyway it will be the last one if you hate on it with the fiery passion.

* And if it weren't for all the lists I would totally be the chick from this video and you would totally be jalouse of me. I would wake up perfect, drink coffee perfect, walk around perfect, exchange looks with a hipster, change my clothes several times a day, and my neighbour would look at me and think: F** this, I wanna be her! Totally!

* The reality looks more like this, though, but at least it's cute.

;)

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To Androids With Love

Remember that story about me, Instagram and my not-so-smart phone? Now there's a chapter II, it's about me, Instagram and finally owning a smart phone. Just don't get me wrong, it wasn't my intention to brag, I just wanted to share a story about my journey from the abacus to the smart phone, as it is an amusing one.

10 or 11 years ago in high school we had a subject where we were supposed to learn about computers and some programming but the thing is that we weren't actually allowed to have them in one and only classroom in school that actually had computers in it until we were seniors. Those were different times in small and poor country, this was a precious school property and also only a few of us kids even had computers at home. I wasn't one of those kids and having a computer to me was pretty close to having a flying rug.

So, when we were finally so privileged to get in that famous classroom, the teacher would say: 'Turn on the computers.' I would turn to a less technologically challenged desk mate and ask her: 'Which one first, the screen or the box?' she would answer: 'It doesn't really matter!' in just a slightly frustrated tone. And then the teacher: 'Now double click on the TURBO PASCAL icon on the desktop...' My finger would soar above the mouse until the teacher asked: 'Anyone need help?' at which time my hand would fly high: 'I do!!!' This was a choreography that went on once a week for the whole of my senior year. The irony was that I actually learned some programming despite not being able to turn on a computer by myself. Several years later when I finally got my first PC I would blush to the point of self combustion at the thought of these memories.

And while I wanted a computer for as long as I can remember, I desperately hated mobile phones. I resisted having one for a long time and only got my first one after threatened with force and after my whole family and all friends had one and became very eager to be in touch with me at every single second of my life. As for me I was satisfied with using boyfriends phone in need and a friends phone to find boyfriend. This friend had a little yellow Siemens phone and figured out a way to send text messages without charge because when we interrupted sending before the little envelope fell into the mail box the message would be sent for free.

Then one birthday my sister (on the first picture) got a new phone, and my mother had a phone, and my dad had a phone, and the annoying neighbour had a phone, so there was an extra device in the household and a phoneless person to be converted and I had no choice, though I did give my best to constantly forget it at home or anywhere possible and pretended not to hear it. I was not happy with being available, I hated grammatically incorrect text messages, calls at any, literally, any time of the day because of the fact that a phone line is no longer shared by a family and you had a privilege to reach a person at any moment even if they were ahem... in the toilet. Hated it!

But when they started making camera phones I finally had a change of heart. While being available to everyone at any moment of my life wasn't on my priority list, being able to take pictures with a camera that weighs less than 2 kilos at any moment of my life, actually was. Yes, I'm that old, in this country at that time even little point and shoot cameras were not for everyone's price range.

So, when I finally got a little Sony Ericson with 3.2 mpx and Carl Zeiss lenses my love for phones and technology finally evolved. And was that a great phone with a great camera and it wasn't even new when I got it, which brings me to another point - until this day I never owned a completely new phone, you know, one that was bought for me at a store, full price or a little discount. All of my phones were previously owned*. The first one was sister's. The second one was my boyfriend's sister's. The third one was bought for an 11-year-old girl who wanted a pink phone, so her dad sold me hers and bought her a pink one. The forth one was pink** that accidentally got into a hands of a 17-year-old dude who sold it quickly as possible to avoid ruining his rep in da hood. And this last one I bought from a friend who got a new one and the price was also friendly. It's less than a year old, it's HTC, android (I don't care for apples) and I love it!

I'm addicted to Instagram, I'm look up an app for anything I think of, from Kaleidoscopes to animal sounds (don't ask), and my year in pictures will have 672 pictures instead of 365 and my favourite part was choosing a case for it (first picture, second row).
 
And now since I've went over every imaginable limit with this post I'll leave you alone, but there will be part II about sharing, blogging, googleing , Instagraming, trending and stuff so check in later.

;)

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* Suppose it's good for the nature at least.
** I hated the pink phone, had it for 3 years and tried everything to break it or lose it but it had 9 lives and somehow I ended up feeling guilty for I felt like it loved me O.o