Last birthday related post - I promise.

 

I just want to thank everyone - from the bottom of my heart - who made today special, I truly appreciate it. Birthday's - or any celebration - should be spent with friends and family. So thank you, once again.

 

I got surprised - big time - when my sister and B threw me an amazing pre-birthday party yesterday.

They locked me in my room while they prepared the party. By this point, I thought that it would be a small one with only a few girls. 

 

It's no secret that Chanel N°5 is one of the worlds most bought fragrance. Listed as one of the most influential fashion icons, Coco Chanel is a symbol of timeless beauty and elegance which is the reason why I've always admired the few things I knew about her. 

 

The little black dress, which I believe every girl should have, is in our closets because of her - she created the wardrobe staple that we can't live without. Let alone, she created the tweed jacket that I can't live without.

 

It wasn't until I watched the video about the legendary perfume that made me realise how much she's inspired the fashion and beauty industry, which made me interested to find out more about her to get to know the story of the woman behind the LBD and tweed. 

 

 

With my birthday coming up (one week until I turn into an old(-er) lady, buhu!), I thought that a birthday-wish-list would cheer me up - and it did!

It's funny how a palette, perfumes, jewlery and macarons can have the power to change you completely - and no, the materialistic things do not take a big part of lifes happiness, but don't you think they're the reason why we can boost our happiness from time to time? I mean, why would we buy ourselves a new lipstick whenever we nail an exam or finish a project if it wasn't because we don't get any joy out of it. Although that kind of happiness doesn't last in the long run, and even though we'd all love to say that we don't care about the materialistc part of life, the truth is that we do in one way or another. Wheather it is having a pizza from time to time, rewarding ourselves with a beauty product or travelling a couple times a year; we are doing it for one purpose - to feel happy.
So how did this birthday post turn into a happiness 101 therapy? I have no idea.


Naked palette, two perfumes - a story about the reason I'm completely inspired by N°5 will be up soon. A crisp white blazer (since I've noticed that mine (more than one) are more of a beige-color). MK watch and cartier bracelet - need I say more? Ciate caviar nails and the Zara necklace I've been eyeing for weeks (or months?). And lastly, Macarons from Laduree that should be eaten in Paris - which is a strict opinion of mine that I intend to keep.

While my mom was de-cluttering our photo-album/magazine counter, she found funny pictures of me (and my siblings) when we were younger. We had ourselves a good laugh, but I couldn't help but wonder where the years have gone.

It truly feels like yesterday when I got my very first phone, Nokia 3310, for my birthday, and thought that I was somewhat on top of the world. Having a phone back then was cool - specially if you had hip songs (read: the melody of a song). 

 

Seeing all those pictures made me remember very precious memories, and it all got a million (exaggerating) times happier when we found the actual camera (or one of them since we're not very good with electronics) that captured those moments.

 

I have re-discovered my love for peonies (not cheating on orchides though!), which is almost enough for me to go to a flower-shop and get myself a bouquet (pathetic? maybe). 

There is nothing wrong with getting yourself a nice bouquet!

 

 

 

Good morning beauties!

I've been baking all day (read; half an hour), which resulted in a delicious Saturday breakfast/brunch with my sister.

 

Why is it when teachers are going through students names - to see who's present and who's not - everyone looks like stuffed potatoes?

We - or atleast I - can't wait to get our names called out so we can relax and actually pay attention to people around us.

 

And then they call out your name..

What do you do?

'Y-y-es(?)' sounding as if you're having a cold.

 

That's my story guys.

Waiting for my name.

 

Hello sleepless nights and early morning rise.

It's back to school (- or university). In my case, second year of uni - crazy!