I'm just sitting here

You may have noticed I've been away for a while... *awkward silence* 
Maybe you did not notice but it felt to me like ages. A whole decade, to be precise: the 90s. 
One sunny day my laptop decided to die exhaling its last fan breaths, the battery couldn't make it and shut down in my lap. That was real drama right there. But the "fun" part happened right after: being laptop-less.



Everyone is capable of leaving laptop/computer behind when travelling, maybe for a weekend with boyfriend or friends. I often preach to lift your eyes from the screens because you are missing out on life. It's such a luxury in today's world to be able to set technology aside but when someone says: "I don't have facebook" or "I am still using a nokia-brick" you can see the change in people's faces. What!? How do you take pictures of your food? How do you find the way home? How do you keep in touch with all the high school classmates you hate?

After the initial shock, I decided to embrace the 90s fully, well, sort of. Social life, rainbows, and CDs. The answer to most of the question people asked me was "I'm just sitting here". This, believe me or not, removed a ton of stress from my life! It also removed part of the good stuff such as the high intensity Supernatural marathon I was doing. Or the Youtube session without arms going numb from holding my phone up and on. Or the online full capacity shopping. Or the blog hopping without losing eyesight on a page...

What I've learned from this experience? That a smartphone is a lot more useful than a laptop without connection. Internet wins.



PS: I'm still sitting here laptop-less until my laptop is fixed. Every comment showing sympathy for this condition is welcome. 

About chandeliers

While looking through my Versailles pictures I noticed how amazing all those chandeliers look. You all already know I have a thing for the colour gold, pair that with Baroque pieces of art and you have my heart, my sword, bow and axe too.












Again, I totally understand Marie Antoinette, and I say those crystals and ceilings are literally to die for.
Curious to know what else I learned in Paris? Check out this blog post!

Prince Florian is the best Prince, here's why


Talking about fairy tales, I strongly believe Prince Florian *fyi he's Snow White's prince* to be the best Disney Prince ever. Let me explain the reasons behind this unpopular choice:

First of all, he is literally the first of all princes. 

He appears in the most perfect moment of the song. He is there to fulfill Snow White's wish for the one she loves to be there on that very day. In fact he is there to sing "today" and sounds like he means it.

The boy can climb a wall smiling and being fabulous. I double dare you to do the same and not interrupt your princess' song panting and stumbling down.





He also greets Snow White with a fairly British "hello" and accepts a kiss delivered by a dove *I have mixed feelings about this*. Not at all like that Phillip prince who ruins the dressup masterplan of birds and squirrels for a dance.

That lipstick. Them lashes
*Hello MAC? Yeah about the next limited edition collection...*






In the end he arrives to kiss Snow White and brings her back to life. I know, he doesn't have to  kill a dragon to do so but he never stopped looking for 'the maiden who sleeps in the glass coffin while the seasons are changing'. And he didn't have a shoe to help him find her.

He is basically motivated by true love all this time. Of course I'm talking about that fairy tale "Love" that begins with a song and ends with a kiss while riding to a castle in the clouds.


On a serious note, did the mirror just change the "top fairiest of them all" after Snow White was seen and loved for how she was? The prince saw her beauty when even Snow White herself didn't see it. She felt happy and maybe that was the feeling that triggered the sudden change, considering she didn't physically change around that well nor wished for it.


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Shorts, sizes and society

It is finally starting to feel like springtime and my go-to outfits during this season go from "Look at me! I'm a pastel fairy" to "I do have a social life! On Tumblr mostly". 



The other day I felt like wearing something less cutesy and I opted for my beloved Brandy Melville high-waist short shorts with tights and boots. Nothing unusual but just by looking in the mirror I could tell something was different.At that point my stream of thoughts went a bit like this:
  • did they shrink because of a wrong washing machine cycle?
  • what did I eat yesterday... have I got taller overnight?
  • no seriously, have they always looked like this on me?
In case you were not aware of how women sizing works let me refresh your memory: you are a size 8, but size 6 fits your lower half better, on odd days, with a full moon. Whereas size 10 is perfect when it comes to jeans, of a certain brand, when worn before 5pm only from March to August.

So it's useless to discuss the apparent size change of my shorts, because good luck with that. Call the X Files already.

Maybe when you are aiming to be a serious person, in the real world, trying to find your path and not your school locket, you should also look different.

* "you" meaning me, with no chance to hide behind a pile of books *
Maybe short shorts, converse, and a band t-shirt isn't the right look for me anymore? Too casual? Too similar to Californian crop-top outfits on instagram? Kylie Jenner, you know what I'm talking about.
I never thought people should dress according to their age, nor I even consider myself in the career lane which requires professional looking outfits. I'm not even in the car yet! But is this something I should start worrying about, or considering?

Am I surrending to society? Did I watch one too many episode of Snog Marry Avoid?






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Wearing a dress



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