I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a change—a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

Bustier – Courtesy of Fairground, Dress – Courtesy of StyleSofia, Boots – River Island, Grey pants – Uniqlo, Belt – JHYoo, Bag – Lithuanian Market, Plaid shirt – Calvin Klein

Well, other than migrating from bed to bed in the house for mini naps and mapping the neighbours from my window I managed to convince a friend to meet for a coffee. OK FINE, I begged her. Convince, beg, same difference. (Sob) Flora showed me the cosiest cafe in Warsaw called My ‘o’ my where I had best salad in town. Well, probably the best in town because I have virtually no friends and thus haven’t had too many salads in town.

OK enough with the moping, clearly this being alone in a big house has given me the catlady attitude. My parents are coming back tomorrow so a reminder to those who’ve passed out after the houseparty and never left, please TYOB (Take Your Own Beercans).

Here I am, talking to dussst.

(Thank you Flora for the outfit shots!)