Some days can be tough. Wow. Believing in everything for a reason can be really tough at times also. But hey, we can always put our bathing suit on, let our hair free, wear comfy shoes and spin around like there is no tomorrow. When Bali is far away and your computer is right in front of you.
There is magic in action is a sentence that comes to mind whenever I feel like writing a book, but also can’t seem to write one sentence. So, at first, I do any sort of cleaning in the house that had been put on hold because hello, yoohoo, then I make a really good coffee, think of the best sweet thing to eat, drink the really good coffee, eat the sweet thing and, finally, meet the screen. If you stare at it long enough, you can actually see its rolling eyes.
Wearing a bathing suit 🥁 just in case 🥁 is one of the best feelings ever. Especially when, technically, you are not supposed to get into any kind of water due to not making any plans regarding it whatsoever. You are supposed to leave the island (Gili, Trawangan) for the real life, for the big continent, for the big dreams – is what mankind tricked our minds to believe in, appreciate and want.
Luckily, the way to reality was made by a boat we all had super fun and got wet on. Luckily, I had my bathing suit on. And this is how everything happens for a reason.
Careful what you wish for in dreamland, because it just might happen in the real world. We all waited for the boat to park for about an hour and half due to us all wanting to postpone the arrival on the continent. Just kidding, there were too many boats at the docks.
So we all swayed on the swaying boat under the clear night sky, watched the stars, talked about the universe, listened to music.
The flight is part of the fun no matter the destination I fly to. Just like getting dressed is. Oh, going to the coffee shop near by? Let’s see what would make me have more fun to and in the coffee shop.
I once went to pick up a friend at the airport dressed in pyjamas. It was winter, I was wearing a head-to-toe puffer jacket and few could have guessed, let alone got any hint of the party I was – dreamily – having on my own. Literally. The comfort of having had a bubble bath, put a moisturiser on, got into pyjamas, into jacket, into car, listened to music and sang along on the way to the airport is just another way to party to me. It was at night and it was winter.
It is, nevertheless, true that I, sometimes, put on the high-waisted, (g)old blue jeans, a white t-shirt, the favourite-of-the-hour pair of shoes and feel like ready for the party in the club. I just let the hair, perfume and nails do the trick.
The little things… They are never little.
The flight to Bali was the party before the party called Bali. I knew I wanted to have on not only comfortable – obviously – clothes, but also clothes that inject some sort of fun into the party I was about to have on my own whilst everyone on the plane would have been sleeping. Clothes that are close to myself just as a pyjama is.
You could wear the grey dress; I wore it on long flights and it’s fabulously comfortable (I was about to sleep in it at some point after all), mom told me. Oh right, I told myself, I feel pretty party in it. It is the dress that seems to fly places all over the world and a dress I share with mom. I can see her doing the straight face, though, and she can always see me doing the grinning face. She was the one to bring it up, after all.
It was too cold to fly on a Qatar flight in flip-flops, so I put my white Golden Goose on; they always feel like barefoot. Flip-flops and sneakers were the only two shoes options on my trip anyway, yay! Cold and fun were the two words that guided me to make up the combo I transformed from one look into another depending on the temperature and mood.
I found the perfect pair of grey leggings, but it has to be ordered online from far away; until then, however, the grey leggings bought on the day before the flight from Zara Kids (adults seem not want/need grey, simple leggings anymore; I’d been looking everywhere) did the work. The leggings were soft, grey (duh!), almost just as the ones about to be ordered. Grey? To naturally blend into the combo. I’ve always somehow liked grey leggings. A certain type of grey.
They’re made from a very fine cottony mix and they don’t just blend in with the dress through airports and planes, but also with the sweater I feel like home in no matter where. Home, party, same. It is All Saints and was purchased on a holiday at my brother’s. I wear it with love and, most of the times, wear it just out of love. It’s not only made from an interesting type of cotton, but it’s also a special shade of dark blue and it has a cut that is not unraveled from the start, but once disclosed loved forever. It is that type of thing.
On the first plane, the leggings got underneath and the sweater on top of the dress; we only flew for 5 hours and got to Doha where someone was waiting for us. The bronze Untitled Lamp Bear, by the Swiss artist Urs Fischer.
On the second plane, I took off the dress from under the sweater and stayed in leggings and sweater. Mmm… We flew for about 11 hours.
Just before landing in Bali, the dress had got under the sweater again only before the sweater went to sleep into the backpack with the leggings. Awwm.
The way back was the same. Airports, planes and clothes.
You know that feeling you get after vacation when you’re just so happy to get back to reality? Me neither.
In your mailbox would be ideal, yet in your e-mail is pretty close, yay!
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