Times you can wear an outfit or that one item you can not go not being noticed in.

I love wearing black and not giving “a fack” just as much as I love to wear pajamas (although to me it is kind of the same thing) and just as much as I love to wear the skirt I became completely in love with after persuading my mom into getting it. For herself. Put-your-hands-up-in-the-air blonde emoji if you’re with me.

What?, this is me innocently asking you.

So, how many times can you wear something over and over again? Well, as long as the something is worn differently each and every over and over again, then the answer is Indefinitely. As long as the something makes you feel like you’re going to party all night long, then Indefinitely af! It just has to make you feel. You don’t have to necessarily party all night long as long as you – at least – feel like partying inside all night long. Well, that’s the idealist in me talking. Wishing.

I am asking, I am answering. I am having fun.


This is the story.

I happily witnessed some very special friends of mine getting married on the 29th of December. Now. One could not wear one’s sweater to that. Nor one’s favourite pair of jeans. But one can wear one’s mom’s freshly-purchased-never-yet-worn skirt. And rock! Thx, mom!

Wink, wink.

First with heels. Then with the geese. Geese, goose, Golden Goose.

At the office. Before.

At the office. Before.

It was freezing.

At the town hall. Freezing. Serenely.


Towards Steam. After.

And I hugged the bride. And she hugged me. I love hugs.

And I hugged the bride. And she hugged me. I just love hugs.

And then the New Year’s Eve came. Wink, wink. And is it only me or is it you, too? I always have just a couple of minutes to figure out what to wear. But I guess I am a bit of a s&m who enjoys to put undue pressure on herself. Yourself? Oh well. The skirt was the first to come to mind. Only different. Wearing some flared black jeans underneath and some platforms (the most comfortable platforms ever) underneath it all.

Because it was a (great) party with friends and I had to rush to it and it was very late indeed, these pictures were taken some days after. Some? Yes. Don’t ever mix 5 types of alcohol. Ever! Wink.





Thank God a few weeks past just in time for another partey. The christening of friends’ baby. Very good! I knew what to wear. The skirt. Flamenco-dancing emoji. And man, it was b e a u t i f u l and I only had champagne. Chin-chin!







I don’t know whether it was the occasions, the people, the mood, the music, the energy or the skirt, but I had some wonderful moments that turned into memories wearing this skirt.

Until next time, skirt. Wink. Hug.


And this is how clothes become so much more than just clothes. This is what it is all about. With clothes.

It’s like with songs.


PS: the skirt is Topshop.