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You see a cute little top. Not too pricey. You realize they are selling it in many colors. Fabulous! Then you start thinking how great it will look with your summer jeans. The fabric on the picture looks amazing, it’s falling exactly as it should. Oh, and you bought that charming bag at the end of the last summer which would be perfect in that combo! Yeah, that’s your look for this year’s hot summer days.

But then you stop. You remember that you can’t fit in those jeans anymore. And you tried. God knows you tried. You’ve been pulling holding your breath until you almost fainted, tried lying on your bed, cursing yourself and all those pastries you had in the past few months. Sooooo, the cute top is off.

Then you remember your feet. It’s their grand opening, they have to look good. Real good. You take the cautious look and… No, that is not flattering. You should really get right to it. And what happened to your waist? Where did it go? Just vanished, without a simple “off for holidays” or “call me if you need me” note. Looking at your wardrobe you realize that ALL of your clothes are meant for somebody thin, not you. What the hell are you supposed to wear this summer?

And then you see all those memes “yay, the summer is here!” and you want to punch all of their smug faces. Or at least move to Island for the next three months. Which turns out to be a bad idea because apparently, Island is not giving the seasonal asylum to appareallingly challenged.

You’re left with no choice, stuck here with all your micro clothes. Thinking if someone will call you to a toga party.

Because you deserve it, 177. Summer is coming

 

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Female post

This is a female post.

Post for women.

So I would reccomend to all the guys just to leave and not bother with it.

The Almighty knows that I don`t fall for brands. I`m just not touched by all this grand names.

I know that lots of woman save, starve and doing whatever they can, just to get that dark piece of signatured desire. Because they want it. They want it bad. I presume that then, that fabulous piece, represents the compensation for something far more expensive, like selfconfidence or sometimes even love. Just to get that feeling…

But, how it usually goes, when you are not sighing and trembeling about something, that something simply walks into your life. Without any stress. And so, day before yesterday, a red Dior bag walked into my life. A very beautiful red Dior bag. It was given to me, I said thank you, took it and left.  When we were left alone, the bag and me, I looked at it more carefully. A very simple design, the way I like it, but fantasticly red. And it`s mine.

Considering that at the moment I really didn`t have a clue where am I going to take it, I`ve just  drop it on the dresser. And then we looked at each other for a while. The bag and me…

She, so joyful and playful, tipically French, with that joie the vivre sparkling from her, just stands there observing me with glee, asking „where will we go, the two of us?“ with the inevitable giggling. I am sitting on the armchair, returing her the look and smiling gracefully, just how you should with fine ladies, and answering her that I don`t know. Because I really don`t. Don`t have a clue.

And then I discovered something else – that I feel like a highlander in her presence.As a lumberjack, to be more precised. I do because, in the past few months, I have totally neglected my female appearing dimension.

The external, easy fixing, high heel-make-uping, shining, colorful, sexy, seducing dimension. The one with mandatory dressing up from at least half an hour of carefuly picking clothes, make up and shoes. I have replaced it with I`m-in-a-hurry-give-something-practical-and-comfortable dimension.

How it happened? You know, first I`ve decided not to buy any new clothes for a while because my closets are already bursting from it, then I got so many engagements for which that dressed up look it`s just not practical, so I`ve just pushed the fine pieces at the back and placed the comfortable clothes at the front. Easy peasy.

So I`ve post-poned the good looks for some other times. Left my feminality in post tense.

And I must say that I did almost fanatically. Because it is really not important that I look good when I have so many things to do! OK, I don`t wear flanel without the bra and I don`t wear sweat pants but I definitively don`t look raveshing.

But it is important. For a woman. To feel sexy. To dress up, look herself in the mirror and loves what she sees. To feel like a fine expensive artwork.

And now I know why that wonderful red thing came  into my life – to wake me up. With that shiny red colour. On it`s gentle non-verbal way, it touched that unfailing point of femininity. And brought a sanguinel playful breath of personal pampering and caring.

Love. The word is love.

Because I`m here. In all dimensions.

Also as a fine dressed up babe who looks herself pleased in the mirror.

Because I deserve it, vol.3.