How Many Is Too Many?

January 25, 2016

Times you can wear an outfit or that one item you can not go not noticed with on.

I love wearing black and not giving “a fack” just as much as I love to wear pyjamas (although to me it is kinda the same thing) and just as much as I love to wear the skirt I became completely in love with after pursuing 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 purpose of getting “the something” out is different, then the answer is “Indefinitely”. As long as it makes you feel like you are going to party all night long then “Yes, indefinitely!”. It just has to make you feel. You don’t have to necessarily party all night long. Well, that’s the idealist in me speaking. 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 ones 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. As in geese, as in goose, as in 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. A christening of the baby of very good friends. Very good! I had 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 clothes. This is what it is all about. With clothes.

It’s like with songs.


PS: the skirt is Topshop.

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