Going in and out of stores, trying on everything we laid our hands on - and going out with only one shirt, but our failed shopping attempt is another story. In the midst of our seven hour walk and the freezing cold, we crossed roads with Ascia. I stared - like crazy - and told my sister, who also stared like crazy. We were two crazy stare-ers (new word to the Oxford dictionary). And we were all (me, my sister, Ascia and her husband) going the same direction.

Did we talk to her, you might think. No, we didn't. 

 

Mainly because we didn't want to run after her, calling her name with the top of our lungs. That would've been embarrassing - really embarrassing. And because her face was all bundled up in her scarf, and she was walking with her head down, so there was no eye contact. Also because what would we get from saying hi, awkwardly. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love her style - and blog for that matter. But I wouldn't run after her just to say hello. I mean I wouldn't try snapping a selfie, because we all know how that would turn out - disaster is a better word to describe it.

I've grown since I was fourteen and literally ran after this singer (whom I don't even listen to anymore) just to get a picture. I still have that picture, and I look like I've been running a marathon prior to that picture - which you could almost say I had. Sad times. And I'm not re-living that again.

 

So it was freezing in Copenhagen, and we saw Ascia.

And now I've written a full blogpost about it.

xox,

Laila