viernes, 23 de septiembre de 2011

from flats to pumps

Truth be told I’ve never been into fashion. Truth be told, I’ve never really had a style of my own*. Truth be told, I’ve never really cared. 

I’ve never really cared up until now. 

As you know, I just recently moved to Barcelona and EVERYONE, every single person [yes, even those that look slightly retarded] have style coming out of their ears. Probably not a style I would necessarily carbon copy reproduce, but style nevertheless.

Tons of beautiful girls with perfectly toned legs redefining the ‘hot pants’ concept. Weird heels, crazy hair, a gazillion piercings and a super feminine walks are my everyday sights. [yes the Sagrada Familia is still there] [and yes, I do know about the architectural importance of the city I live in]

Everyone wears anything and everything looks good. It must be the big city air. That being said, one might assume that I look good in whatever I’m wearing. But NO. I don’t. I look like an immigrant. You can tell my experience with winters is the 2 week Christmas vacation my family has been sponsoring since forever. It’s truly obvious. I promise.

Anyways, my mom taught me that when there’s a problem all you have to do is look for a solution and keep a huge smile. And I must admit that this is probably the hardest solution I’ve had to find to date**. And as I said before, fashion has never been my favorite topic, and of course, there’s the whole self confidence issue: as you might –or might not – know, I used to have a fit and tanned body, and beautiful long hair; I currently have neither. Therefore, looking for a solution [defining my style] while not feeling 100% with the way I look*** is a nightmare.

So, instead of whining to you, all of my blog’s 6 followers, I have started working out, eating healthier and doing the hairgrowth dance every 2 hours. Simultaneously, I’m trying to feed off this A-MA-ZING vibe and checking out the new trends on all of the stores I see and trying on the things I like best.

I have noticed that most probably my lack of style comes from the whole ‘yeah, this [just] looks ok,’ ‘who cares?' and 'no one really cares’ we say to ourselves while at the dressing room. So, from now on, I have decided that I will only buy things I love. No more OKs for me :) 

Any suggestions on style defining?


*  Well, there are the completely, absolutely and utterly non-negotiable oversized white shirts. Those are as important as breathing, eating, walking, or anything else one needs to survive. I wouldn’t know what to wear if they didn’t exist.

**No, I’m really not that vain, its just the problem-of-the-day.

***Don't go picturing me as fat as a cow and with a Trinity style haircut, no. What I mean is that I’ve felt better.

jueves, 22 de septiembre de 2011


Hi. I'm writing from my new home. My new home has a lovely view of the 'Sagrada Familia,' a squeaky bed, and a small kitchen. I feel European already.

My university is beautiful. Can't wait to start class.

Family -the part that lives here, is doing great and is feeding me properly. 

Goodbyes were easier than planned and some of the people are dearly missed [specially the lady that did my laundry].