Because who could do words on Saturday? It’s Saturday! Because who could do words on Sunday? It’s Sunday! And this was written and posted today, on a Saturday, just in case I have a terrible hangover after the same Saturday night. Fingers crossed.

Words. Stay focused. Saturdays. Sundays.

Doesn’t this scream Saturday (Sunday, too)? Or any other day when you want to feel like the weekend. As in the singer. Jk. Or like Kate Moss. Jk.

So I’m not Kate, so what? I’m so cool. Look, look.

Pam, pam, pam.

Paaaam! I’m Laura and it’s the weekend! Not the artist.

Here I am in Paris. Actually, anywhere, when I don’t know what to wear. All I know is I want coffee. Usually, I put everything on me. Tada. Well, not always. Well, you know how it goes when you have to go.

Kinda. Mmm, cozy. On the go. Pbbly on my way to the airport. To a very sunny destination.

Via Rome, let’s say.

Or London.

Yeah, whatevs.

Speaking of Rome, Italy, Viviana. Aaa. And Saturdays. Viv dresses up as Saturdays everyday. She looks comfy at all times. And days. She could be the queen of saturdaze.

But I could be a queen in just about anything. Now this is super easy and it’s the “safest”. Simple (and simple is never simple). Blue jeans, good, nice coat, fun bag and white anything in my feet.

“Yeah, I’ll go with anything, girl.”

Dinner and a movie? Nope. Dinner and drinks. Movie and this skirt? Your place.

Or mine.

Oh, the cliché.

Meanwhile in France.

Or you know… I would dress for something, but I don’t know for what or when and so I am wearing this and having a coffee on a day I just don’t know what to do today kind of day.

Still:

Cheers to a freekin’ weeken’!