A little bit of vanity, a little little space

For those who knew me already, and are used to get my long emails once in awhile _ emails always called “News form UK”_ I’m pretty sure none of you’ll get lost in my narratives. On the other hand, If you are just starting to get used to my writing (and this is only my second post), I feel compelled to warn that my writings might be quite long and that I tend to ‘talk’ about one million things at a time...

 This is still the second post and I have already so many things to ‘talk’ about. Not that my life is that exciting with lots of things happening at the same time (believe me, it is not!). In fact, I’m always wondering how it would to be one of those very busy and exciting people who live those super trendy and glamorous lives. You know? Just like those people in TV series, full of romance, and fun and, obviously, surrounded by very beautiful people all the time. In the other day I was talking with two great friends, and we were talking about those famous women who dress up even to go to the supermarket. Always in heels (of course)!!! Always with brand new love affair or a brand new nousy breaks-up.  I would like to be a little bit more like them. I mean, the dress up style not the affairs or break-ups (those I leave with them).

I would love to wake up feeling like putting on some nice stylish clothes, throwing on a scarf _in a very nice way (I LOVE scarves!), and wearing make-up every single day. How do they do??? I keep seeing those girls around and I can’t help wondering: “How do they live in London, with no car, no maid, and crowded tubes????” (Of course the ‘no car’ and ‘no maid’ part are only suppositions, but as the life in London is quite ‘carless’ and ‘maidless’ _ after writing this word I’m feeling very politically incorrect, but let’s keep going_ I guess I can suppose their life is like this as well). Sometimes I feel as if I was born with my vanity gene damaged. 

Keeping on that thought; I also (really) would like to know how do these people do to store all the scarves, shoes (I LOVE shoes!), up-to-date clothes and bags in their flats. As a full-time student I live in an amazingly small studio flat. I have never thought I would be able to live in a place as small as this _21 m², including ‘kitchen’ and bathroom. I’m always trying to reorganize my stuff in a way to save some space_ and I must say it’s surprisingly tiring to live this 24/7 space manage function. I have to think 100 times before buying a new book, ‘cause there is a great chance that I won’t have space to store it, at all!!! And I keep seeing those people dressed in bright orange trousers. Orange trousers!!! I think they look great (well, they do look great here, ‘cause if you wear a pair of those in my country you will probably be one of the two options: or a very iconic person or very weirdo). I truly believe they look great, but after the fifth time you are wearing them you might want to burn them, or at least ride them until 2050.

And how incredible is it to live in the fashion capital of world: London? Here we see the best looks ever, the worst looks ever, the weirdoes’ looks ever and the ‘no’ looks ever, all in one day. Really, I must start carrying my camera around with me, to show you guys all the things I’m talking about. My fashion style developed a lot since I moved here, although I still have problems figuring out why British girls do wear so short dresses, and why do they over coat in the summer and freeze to (almost) death during the winter. In the middle of the fashion infusion my wardrobe keeps bagging me for some new pieces more summer like, and I keep telling him (Yes, my wardrobe is a He!):” wait at least until 18 of June, by then my parents will have sent me more money, Harrods’ sale will have started and I’ll might have managed to reorganized my ‘huge’ home to find space to store a brand new pair of, who knows, bright orange trousers.”