it's a sign

Today is a public holiday in Belgium, but to be honest, I’m not even sure what we are celebrating. So I’ve decided to have a lazy writing day and ended up moving furniture and unpacking books again, followed by a long browse through ASOS. No, I’m not complaining! Doing (almost) nothing is my favourite way of spending time, but the deadlines are getting near and I have to focus on writing.
But let’s for a moment get back to the fact that this is meant to be a fashion blog…or at least a personal blog…well, whatever may represent my thoughts and state of mind. Yet I realise that I haven’t been honest or open on this URL lately. Probably because I’m a happy sausage, because life is giving me one gift after another. And when I previously wrote a lot, I wrote out of boredom or confusion or misunderstanding…now I’m just happy, so nothing to complain about, nothing to ponder on, no more Topshop wish lists because I’m satisfied with what I own and how I look like…to a certain extend of course since there will always be that little gnawing mouse inside all of us, but this time it’s not out of frustration but out of ambition. Does it make sense?
And to steer off the subject, here’s a small selection of the photos I made in Gotland, collecting weird and mysterious signs.