Just like you, I've also spent the last couple of weeks at home, feeling all kinds of things: restless, anxious, annoyed, terrified, and the list goes on. One thing that I haven't felt very much of, however, is bored. And you know what else? FOMO. Finally, there is nowhere I should be but I don't … Continue reading What a Strange Year This Month Has Been
☾ You know when you wake up one day and think, “you know what would make me happy today, and over the next 6 months? Literally not buying a single damn thing that I walk past, touch, like and fantasise about wearing. Yeah, that should do it.” Well… I woke up like this. 💁🏻 It … Continue reading CURATE / CREATE
Happy Monday (thanks to coffee ☕) to everyone except those who don't read my blog. I recently wrote six months no shopping, a post meant to put me to shame in the eventuality that I break my promise not to shop for any pretty, pointless, I've-gotta-have-it-though-I'm-not-sure-why things for six months. Well... I broke it in … Continue reading By the Time You’ve Finished Your Coffee
Good morning internet! My name is Anca and I hate small talk but for once I feel like I need it to ease myself into this post, so how's your weekend so far... ? Ok, cool. So here's the deal (this sounds way more like me): I'm looking at my inbox and I see a … Continue reading six months no shopping
I curl up in the empty bed. I can’t get warm. When I don't write, the warmth trickles out little by little. My body keeps the score when it comes to it. "Have you expressed yourself lately?" it asks. I sigh. I can't write; what am I supposed to do? My heart is elsewhere, and … Continue reading Love on Toast
September 🍂 I’m so ready for sweaters, hot drinks and cosy evenings ☕ as September is my birthday month, in true Virgo fashion I reflected on my year and made some lists (obviously) 📝 I'm not going to share them this time, hopefully I'll be sharing the results soon. But I do want to share … Continue reading September Baby
Dear Diary, I am fucking terrified. There, I said it. Deep breaths and would you look at that, it wasn't even that hard – and I sure feel better for it. But wait, I'm letting myself off too easily. That doesn't fix it, and I can't leave it any longer. Sweeping dirt under the carpet … Continue reading Estoy vivo / Y hago tanto ruido
