When I was 17 I used to wonder what life would be like 10 years later. I used to have it all figured out and well planned.
Little did I know that life has its own way of falling together and creating pieces you can’t even imagine sometimes.
If I could visit my 17 year old self in the past, I probably wouldn’t tell her what is going to happen. Because whatever happens, makes you grow; it makes you smarter and maybe even harder at some point.
Sweethearts, it is time for a new girls talk and thanks to all the people around me I get a lot of inspirations for my girls talk postings.
First of all, before any of you condemn me for the headline of this post, I am NOT a maneater. Not at all. You will have to keep the headline in mind reading this, but in an ironical sense…
I grew up in a world I felt safe in. It was a place of freedom and unity. I was born into a world my great-grandparents and grandparents fought for and even almost destroyed it, a place the generation of my parents tried to rescue. I was a child with
I am a true fan of springtime. What I love most about this beautiful season is the sunny but not so hot weather, the flowers and the colors.
My pastel city bike is just perfect for spring season and I have been so happy to finally use it again after winter. The only thing that was missing: A cute basket.
Luckily my mum found this basket and we decided to upgrade it a little. You can easily pimp those baskets with flowers on a wire. My mum also sew this white piece of fabric with lace into the basket.
Every day we staple fabrics and accessories before we leave the house. A glimpse in the mirror, “maybe another bag? Is the scarf the right color? Does my bag go with the shoes? Do I wear sneakers or heels today?”.
This is fashion. That is exactly what