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| Turtlneck // Autre Ton | Striped Pants // Escales | Ankle Boots // Zara |
Lundi : Sur ma boîte Gmail, les site de revente se crêpent le mail pour m'alerter des nouveautés avec comme mot clé "Carven". Suis formellement indignée de joie par la prise d'assaut de Carven sur les Maje et Sandro qui monopolisaient le pouvoir d'achat des françaises.
Mardi : Syndrome. "Planter 30 min un corps figée en pyjama devant ses tours de Pise de fringues en se lamentant de n'avoir vraiment rien à mettre". Pas de remède à l'horizon.
Mercredi : Me demande si le trop plein d'inspirations européennes ne tarerait pas ma doctrine vestimentaire marocaine.
Jeudi : Dieu merci je suis à sa merci. Suis sans merci quand il s'agit de s'y rendre. Je m'y promène, m'arrête prendre un thé, prends le temps de lire un bouquin et à la nuit tombée je voudrais juste une jetée. Alors je crie MERCI.
Vendredi : London FW. Les Stripes c'est chic. Ai appris ça from ma BFF. Trop excited par la nouvelle cause j'ai misé a lot sur elles l'année before. Trop happy face.
Bon we.
Monday: On my Gmail, the resale's websites resale crimp the e-mails to alert me about news with keyword “Carven”. Am formally made indignant of joy by the catch of attack of Carven on Maje and Sandro which monopolized the purchasing power of the Frenchwomen.
Tuesday: Syndrome. “Plant 30 min a solidified body in pajamas in front of its turns of Pisa of clothes while deploring not to have really anything to put”. Any cure for the moment.
Wednesday: Ask myself if too full of European inspirations would not tare my Moroccan vestimentary doctrines.
Thursday: God thank you I am at his mercy. Am without mercy when it is a question of going there. I walk there, stops to me taking a tea, take the time to read a book and at the fallen night I would like just a pier. Then I shout MERCI (wonderful parisian vintage shop).
Friday: London FW. Stripes are chic. Learned that from my BFF. Too much excited by the news cause I batch on them the year before. Too much happy face.
Have a nice we.
Vendredi : London FW. Les Stripes c'est chic. Ai appris ça from ma BFF. Trop excited par la nouvelle cause j'ai misé a lot sur elles l'année before. Trop happy face.
Bon we.
Monday: On my Gmail, the resale's websites resale crimp the e-mails to alert me about news with keyword “Carven”. Am formally made indignant of joy by the catch of attack of Carven on Maje and Sandro which monopolized the purchasing power of the Frenchwomen.
Tuesday: Syndrome. “Plant 30 min a solidified body in pajamas in front of its turns of Pisa of clothes while deploring not to have really anything to put”. Any cure for the moment.
Wednesday: Ask myself if too full of European inspirations would not tare my Moroccan vestimentary doctrines.
Thursday: God thank you I am at his mercy. Am without mercy when it is a question of going there. I walk there, stops to me taking a tea, take the time to read a book and at the fallen night I would like just a pier. Then I shout MERCI (wonderful parisian vintage shop).
Friday: London FW. Stripes are chic. Learned that from my BFF. Too much excited by the news cause I batch on them the year before. Too much happy face.
Have a nice we.
