Kiki Düren

I hate it about myself, but sometimes I can really stand in front of the closet for half an hour crying that I have no clothes. Well, there are of course enough little clothes, but I'm talking about nice little clothes. Read: new little clothes.

Online shopping is not really my thing, so every now and then I have a Grand-Shop-With-Myself-Day. I wouldn't recommend anyone to join me that day, because goodness, I can easily spend an hour and a half in a store. Three times around, scanning everything, trying on at my leisure, and then for the checkout a final ‘round’ to see if I've missed anything. Delightful.

Anyway: now the problem is that I haven't had time lately. My moving boxes are still stored at mom's attic and every morning it's a drama figuring out which Pandora's box I need to pull an outfit from. What do you do then? Raid mom's closet. So I did. And I must say, I quite like the green shirt. Where we can buy those is another story, because with the answer: “No idea, a boutique from Valencia” we'll have to make do, I fear. The skirt is from Paris, you've already worn that so much. And, uh, the shoes are a gift from my bestie from Ivory Coast. Did I already mention that you had a lot of me today? Okay, the bag then: you get that from Marc Cain. The glasses from Silvian Heach I quickly snatched from Lilian's desk, so technically speaking, I'm one big mess today. You can't tell from the photos, right? God, thankfully.

P.S.: And, mom, are you going to travel again soon? My clothes are ‘out’, you see. Thank you.