This phrase has come out of my mouth recently. Right now it's a comfort to think that few people listen.
annoys me repeat myself, but I refuse to stop talking to have new things to write.
And I will neither write, I have it as a necessity. The
being rich has to have his grace, so many millions of people trying to have their part right.
And being tacky, what nonsense, he must also have its moments. Paco Clavel and Agatha Ruiz de la Prada is the look so happy.
I have to acknowledge that being tacky is quite easy, especially in this holy city, and not necessarily expensive. The condition of being rich I put it to have a starting point.
project is still pending to give me a ride on the subway in my pajamas. Because yes, because I feel like, because no one will realize.
course that should be in good weather, and several weeks ago that we do not have that. I like that I still have plans to do (what for next summer maybe?). Here
have tacky style, strive really good enough, the clothes they are not in any side.
And also combine colors that are happy. If I, that I can not distinguish between red and maroon, I realize that is what must be greatly exaggerated.
deserves a special chapter of wearing sandals and socks. I keep beating around the bush and do not understand, I can not get the head.
I can not even get into questions of aesthetics, is that a thing contradicts the other.
is like wearing bikini but as cold weather wear tights underneath.
is like wearing short-sleeved shirt under the long sleeve (or not, this already sold well in stores).
Everything has its time and its accessories, is the beauty of living in an area away from the tropics, there are different stations to be changing the type of clothing.
What I have decided, while not swim in abundance will continue trying to dress normal environment.
not say well, well, until I get there either, but something discreet. The idea that a designer down the street stop me and find me as a young talent, trend-setter I have never come to ask, do not miss it. Even with money
have my limitations.
But at home, then yes that would wipe out pasta.
And never again set foot in the Ikea anymore. If anything to eat meatballs or breakfast, but not the furniture. At the end of the day within the bad are not so bad.
This blessed city \u200b\u200bis full of furniture stores.
swear they are old furniture, they have found in a container and sometimes (rarely) have been restored. Although lately I'm wondering, I say that is people who are dedicated to go to auctions, villages, abandoned sites ... with vans and then selling the furniture at flea markets. And they sell expensive, because it is fashionable and adds a touch retro. I've also seen enough
designer shops.
Great, the most modern. NO, this is sixties design, chairs, lamps, chairs, which were always too futuristic to be used, until they fell out of fashion. As a promising young football happens to be invited to a feast of Madrid to play in 3rd division.
not that have a retro feel, but is already obsolete, were not present from the future came directly from the past.
And have a pint of uncomfortable that hurt only see them.
Worst of all, I think that they found in an abandoned warehouse and want to get rid of everything, but it is not true, with prices clearly have what they want is to get rich. Surely until being manufactured now.
And I love, if I had money I would leave a room to decorate and the tacky. And then not use it, because I do not really practical, it would be to walk from time to time. Something like a journey in time, and even a trip to another dimension, a parallel universe. As the drugs but more expensive.
dangerous thing about dreams is that sometimes met. I hope you never have enough money to accomplish this.
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