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I'm loving it... "it", I've realized, can be anything or everything for that matter. Because even the stuff that makes you feel uncomfartable or sad or whatever can give you this sort of satisfaction. Every coin has two sides and the result of these bittersweet symphonies can be less bitter and more sweet. Naturally you don't experience this during the process or happening. But after some time (a second, an hour, a day, a year, a decade or a century) you come to the conclusion that it's led you to another place or state of mind that's provoked some kind of behaviour or train of thoughts that somehow can make you into a (better) person. However, that's a bit irrelevant when you for the sake of -your own- entertainment choose some random things you've been loving this month and write about it for the sake of remembrance (reminding yourself that there's a lot to love) wherefore you make a list of stuff and rearrange things to importance or worth mentioning (or too personal for mentioning). This can make other things seem -less- meaningless. But like, whatever...

We've got a new teapot and it matches with our sugarbowl and we (my mom and I) are very content with it.

For some unknown reason I've always been scared to set the house on fire. Not because I drunkenly walk around with a torch in my hand or anything, but just because I figured it's a reasonable thing to be scared off. However, to undermine that feeling I've been burning some scented candles in my room for the first time since ever. And I haven't set the house on fire yet *touch wood*. AND I quite like it. It can be very relaxing after you get used to it (after you've suspiciously stared at it for hours, just in case it desides to go crazy and starts to spit fire like a dragon or shizzle).

As ya'll might know, or not, or you do but you've forgotten about it, I go to college in Amsterdam (I wanted to type school but my mom's told me off on that because I don't go simply to school but to college. What the difference between those two is escapes me). I first have to cycle my way to the railway station and every so often my dad comes and meet me in the middle when I'm on my way home. Alright. So the other day we did our regular routine. I stood infront of a traffic light and my dad was on the other side, so I waved. The light turned green, so I crossed the road (as you do). And while crossing the road this guy who'd stood on the other side (where my dad was), thought I'd waved at him and thus he, while passing by, waved AND winked at me with the most confidence look I've ever seen until this day. There was no doubt in his mind that I, an absolute stranger he's never met in his life, could be waving at someone behind him. He gently forgot the rule of not waving when a stranger is waving at you because 99.999999999999999999% strangers don't wave at strangers but someone behind strangers. And that one time a stranger on purpose waves at you must be a weirdo. Hereby not talking about the percentage of people who do not follow up on this rule and blankly wave back. However, this wasn't a blank wave, this was a full on, not looking aside, here I am- wave (and wink, which gave me the creeps). I looked at my dad, who'd witnessed the whole situation, and started laughing and he started laughing and it was really funny. Good story, I know, I know...

In the 9th issue of the gentlewoman they've interviewed Vivienne Westwood. And it's amazeballs! I've never really picked up an issue of this particular magazine, because it's nowhere to be found in my neighbourhood. But when I went to Amsterdam Central Station and saw it laying on the shelf in a shop, I immediately grabbed it. I've seen the magazine before on the internet with Angela Lansbury and really wanted to have it (ya'll know how much I love my Jessie B.). However, Vivienne Westwood is a good second I think. The editorials are looking fresh and sharp and everything has been smartly written (if you get what I mean). The interview itself, as been expressed above with amazeballs, was indeed amazeballs. Here are some bits and bobs that stood out for me (copy and pasting the whole interview is unfortunately impossible. And illegal.):

"If you can't afford something, don't get something that is half the price that you don't really like. Don't do that".

"(...) I think people assumed Westwood was a sensationalist too. And a part of her is. She wants to be different. She wants to be special. She wants to be noticed. It's just that she wants to be considered different, special and noticable in a more profound way. Westwood is not without arrogance, but that's OK, because her high opinon of herself is backed up by her achievements, the mark she's made on the world."

"There's so much going on in the heads of the intellectually exceptional that they often find a means of expression beyond words - music, maths, sport, art or even clothing - because words, prose anyway, can only express one thing at a time."


Talking about written words, Rookie has some good essays going on lately (as ever). For -some recent- example Feel Good Lost, Not About Love and especially Our World Alone made a big impression on me. Also I loved this bit at the beginning of the interview with Kelis (which I must admit haven't read fully because the battery of my phone died *sad face*):

"The other thing is, I think self-image—what you actually think is cool and worthy—is really important, and it’s hard to keep our own perspective as much as we should. But I think you should take a moment to really think about who you are—not who you want people to think you are. I think a lot of the image people are putting on you, you’re then putting on yourself. Now, I really stop for a second, sit in silence—learn to sit in silence, which is a really important concept for young people, but I didn’t always do that. Sit in silence and really take the time to think about what your brain is, what you’re doing and who you are within that, and accept all the ways you’re vulnerable. I think it changes your perspective."

So yeah, keep up the good work Rookie! (as ever naturally).

Time for a cup of coffee?

For those who follow me on Instagram might already know this (right, like, who follows me on Instagram...). It's the most exciting thing that will happen this year: Jack is on a proper card! OH. MY. GIDDY. GIDDY. GOSH. And by now I've heard a lot of sceptic voices going "Yes, that's indeed a Jack Russell depicted on that card". But no, you don't understand that's actually, like for realzz my dog. "Aha", you say, "if you say so". *walks away with a smug face*
So last year, when Jack was just a little puppy, he'd done a photoshoot with Ivonne (who's a professional stock-photographer) and now some company has bought a picture of that particular photoshoot and put it on a card (as to be seen above). Ivonne has written a post about it on her blog (which is in Dutch, I'm sorry). And for those who still don't believe that that's really really Jack, if you scroll down further on her blog or just click on this link here, oh yeah, you just happen to see my awful face on your computerscreen.


There apparently is this app called EmotiKarl. Hereby you can send someone a message with emoticons related to Karl Lagerfeld (think Lagerfeld himself, his hands, his cat etc.). And basically it's the most stupid thing ever and I really love it! I've been stalking my mum with all kinds of silly messages accompanied with La Lagerfeld himself. If you've got nothing to do and you want everyone to know it, let Karl accompany the message and the sun will shine bright!

Music-wise, I've been loving this collab between Janelle Monáe and Kimbra singing an absolute amazing cover/mashup of Aretha Franklin's Rocksteady and Michael Jackson's Wannabe Starting Something. I've got it on repeat!

Also on repeat is the band Badflower. Their music is amazing! It's a bit dark (especially my favourite song of them Mother Mary), but very relaxing and cool and raw and rocking and it makes me happy and sad at the same time (which is a good thing).

Another song that's sticked to me is the most popular Happy by Pharrell Williams. Everyone who hasn't heard of this song must be living under a rock (a rock called rock 'n' roll owwwhhhyeahhh!!). The song just doesn't leave you alone, but that's sort of a good thing because it's got a good positive message (as may be deducted from the title of the song). Can't nothing bring me down, My level's too high...

And to end this blogpost with some wise words -and also keeping in spirit with the music:"Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go". (Oscar Wilde)

Love,
Dominique


P.s. My mom just written her first blogpost (with some help from moi, but she's soon going to be flying solo...). So if you're interest, please check out her blog!
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Vanilia is a Dutch brand I absolutely adore. Their style of clothing is a sort of mixture between modern, business, chic and preppy. This may sound a bit blegh (in lack of other words), but that's absolutely not the case. There's a certain air of self knowledge each garment possess with a big wink coming your way. It's cool, it's fresh, it's amazing quality and on the pricey side. So when we, my mom and I, heard about this massive sale they were having, we didn't hesitate one second and wrote it big with red marker in our diaries.

However, that certainty faded when we saw the queue infront of the event. The secret we thought we'd found out wasn't that secret. It appeared that everyone knew about it. We even considered going back home again, may it not be that the woman infront of us assured that it's an absolute must. And she was right! I'm really glad we've stayed because, as may be deducted from the title of this post, I bought some really lovely things. Thank you strange woman for eavesdropping on our conversation!

The event took place at this old factory, so it was all very spacious and not cramped up (as I'd feared it to be). Yes, there were loads of people but no, it wasn't packed or anything. You could look through the racks at your own pace. Although you had to be quick with some items because they went down like chocolate on Easter. Some items were in better state than others, but every hole or misfortune that had happened to a garment was neatly marked, so you knew what you had in hand. It was quite surprising to me how many people carried these harmed pieces, while frankly a new looking one was easily to be found further down the rack. And it wasn't like that you got it for cheaper or anything. The prices were predetermined, nothing more nothing less. Oh well.

Everything was very organized (as far as such events can be naturally) and the racks were devided by size. So at one glance you could find your way through the room. However, the sizes are way off. I've got stuff ranging from size 38 to 46. That's quite a gap indeed. This all may well be because they were also selling samples between their stock, so you've got to be careful before taking something home with you. Talking about that... *smooth transition* this is what I've taken home with me (styled up with other pieces, I know I spoil y'all).



What I'm wearing:
Outfit #1    Top = Fashioned by Pluche/ Skirt = Vanilia/ Necklace = H&M/ Shoes = H&M
Outfit #2    Top = Vanilia/ Skirt = Vanilia/ Hat = Forever21/ Shoes = H&M/ Bracelet = Lucardi
Outfit #3    Tshirt = Saint Kidd/ Skirt = Vanilia/ Coat = Vanilia/ Hat = H&M/ Shoes = H&M

Funny side story: When we came home and unpacked our new goodies, we suddenly saw on the coat this plastic tag thingy that goes of when you try to leave the shop. So we slightly panicked and checked all the other clothes if they were also still tagged. And yes a top of mine still had his on dum dum dum dummmm. So my mom calls our "local" Vanilia store (being not that local naturally) and explained the situation, assuring the woman on the other end that we really haven't stolen these clothes but just came from the sale and blah blah blah. Luckily the woman of the shop knew about the sale and said we could pop by and she'd removed the tags. So said, so done. However, one tag she couldn't remove because it was a different tag than the tag of this store because each establishment gets their own kind of tag and yeah... we weren't that happy anymore as you might understand. The woman was very helpful and came up with a solution. She said that we should go to their neighbours and they'll probably can get it off. So we went next door, slightly dismissed and looking a bit desperate. The guy behind the counter apparently new of our arrival (which sounds a bit grand) and stood there as if he'd be the hero of this story. Which he is. He removed the tag with the greatest ease in the world and until this day we're very very grateful. And that my dear children, is a lesson learned: Always check if the tag is removed, because you can't always be 100% sure. If that ain't a rule to live your life by, than you haven't lived to the fullest!


What I'm wearing:
Outfit #4    Blouse = Fransa/ Pantalon = Vanilia/ Shoes =  Panara
Outfit #5    Top = Vanilia/ Shorts = Fashioned by Pluche/ Boots = Van Haren/ Necklace = Gift from my dad/ Hat = H&M
Outfit #6    Dress = Vanilia/ Shoes = Panara/ Hat = H&M
Outfit #7    Turtleneck = H&M/ Skirt = Vanilia/ Collar = H&M/ Shoes = H&M
Outfit #8    Dress = Vanilia/ Shoes = H&M

I've finally found out why I always look weird or uneased in pictures, I'm scared of the camera! Just a little realization we've had (we being me and my mom who takes the pictures of me because I don't know how to self-time because technology is hard to understand). Everytime I glance into the lens, I look scared and awkward -maybe because I am scared and awkward (I don't like the word awkward). I've got over a thousand pictures of myself looking really... uhm... strange. I've got this sort of natural facial expression that says "I don't know". Just a general being lost forever. And I'm sort of convinced that it runs in the family. Like my mum (sorry mum) has that same expression on pictures, my grandma also was a good looker and some time ago I saw a picture of my cousin and she had precisely the same expression! Wondrous, innit?! But yeah, just putting it out there into the world wide web, as you do...

Love, 
Dominique
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WHAT I'M WEARING
Coat: Fashioned by Pluche
Dress thingy: Fashioned by Pluche
Blouse: Mandarin & Mint
Hat: Forever21
Tights: H&M
Shoes: H&M

Some weeks ago Demi, Loes (who you don't know but is absolutely lovely) and I watched this film called Children of the Corn. First of all it's so obvious an 80's production (1984 to be precise) that it's almost a parody of 80's productions in general. However, it is in fact genuinely made as a "scary movie". I feel like they've even made room for ooh's and aah's. It's just ridiculous! There are for instance a lot of plot holes within the story. To not spoil anything, but like, what's happened to that dead kid you've put in the trunk of your car?? Because it's such a mundane thing to do, putting dead kids in your trunk, that you've just forgotten about it. Well, I haven't. The end I've found most astounding. It's just basically there. It indeed excists, but like the film self, it's lost in the details. It feels like they've ran out of budget and just said "alrighty then. uhm. The End." To make a long story short: we belly laughed our way through the film.

Ya'll might be wondering why I'm typing about this really bad 80's film (because this isn't supposed to be my blog or anything). Well my dearest, because the ensemble showed above reminded Loes as a mixture between a pirate and "one of those kids from that weird 80's film we've watched". Which was exactly the look I was going for. Not. But I would indeed fit right in. Oh how I wish I was born a decade earlier so I could participate in bad 80's movies! I've really missed an opportunity here! I've got the costume and all! Too bad.

Edit: There's been a remake made of the film in 2009. It also apparently is based upon a famous Stephen King novel. I apologize for my ignorance. However, it's still funny.

The dress thingy -technical term- I've made myself. However, because I'd declined to look up for any patterns that looked like this and I've just knitted away, it's a little bit unbalanced. But nothing that a belt couldn't fix. I quite like it, but think that maybe next time I'd get a pattern ready so I've got some guiding. Lesson learned.

The yellow coat is made by my mum, which took her about a year to make. Not because it's a very complicated coat, but because she kept procrastinating on it. She'd started to work on the coat and almost finished it within a day. But not quite yet. However, instead of stitching the last pieces together, she just went on stitching other stuff. I've nagged a long time (like I said: A WHOLE YEAR) before she considered to finish the work she'd promised me. Bus as I may say, the result is phenomenal! I absolutely adore it and have so many clothing-ideas in mind that I'm set for a long, long time. Think for instance all white or all black or half white or half black or... the possibilities are infinite! It's only a shame that soon summer will be around the corner. Thanks mum. ;)

Shaun the sheep has nothing compared to this guy!

In other news: the new season of Endeavour Morse just started and I'm really gutted that I can't watch it yet!! (because I don't receive ITV on my tv and they haven't broadcasted it here yet. Or ever will. Who knows. Sad face.). I've already heard great things about it, but am trying to avoid any spoilers. Which is a hard thing to do when you've got an internet connection, oh well. I always feel really inspired after watching the show and just want to relive it by dressing alike. Hereby not impersonating the murdered person or the person who've murdered the murdered person, mind you! So yeah, lucky Brits, getting to watch their own television programmes before I do. Tsss. Y'all ought to be ashamed of yourselfs!

Love,
Dominique
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 Nothing more magical than those big CC's!

I, for one, am label crazed. When I was younger I'd the walls of my room covered with them (next to all my Tokio Hotel memorabilia, naturally). I think the power of a good label is often overlooked. Hereby not talking about the stuff it unrolls, but the aesthetic of the label and therewith the image it provokes of the company it represents. Ya know.

Labels are like the lipstick of a brand. It adds that dash of personality to the items. It basically makes it part of the family. Without it, its creation could be done by anyone and everyone could claim the authenticity of it (hereby withdrawing from all the fake reproductions on the market. That's a whole other story). There's a massive difference between something that's been produced by for instance Chanel, Primark or Fashioned by Pluche. Labels are basically the identification one has made for themselves to outshine all the other labels. Something with a Chanel label therefore can never be interchangeable with that of Primark. Or Fashioned by pluche.

There are key differences between the approach a brand makes and the story they want to tell. One can say that Chanel is couture, chic, sophisticated, minimalistic and restrained flamboyant. Primark on the other hand is high street, accessible, easy, fast, at large and cheap. And another story has to be told with Fashioned by Pluche, which mainly distinguish itself from all the others because of its exclusivity. Fashioned by Pluche is that exclusive that only four people on this earth walk around in it. Namely me, my sister, my mom and my dad has one jacket. That's right, we don't leave the guys out!

Y'all might think what the need is of telling all this stuff about loving labels and me going on and on and on about Fashioned by Pluche like it's a label. Well, as to be found in my first post ever (like ever ever), Fashioned by Pluche has indeed a label. Although our production and revenues are 0.00001%, we -my mom and I- have outdone ourselves and levelled up with our brand identity (in regards as to how far that can go with homemade stuff, naturally). We've grown older and wanted to put that into action. Not only out showing with the products we deliver, but also the label that's attached to it. So witout further ado, I'd like to present to ya'll our new label! Ain't it pretty?!


Uhm yeah, I've just typed this whole blogpost to tell the world wide web that we've got new labels for a brand that doesn't even excist. However, it does in our minds and isn't that more important than anything??

Love,
Dominique


P.s. My dearly beloved mother has got her own blog now! So if you're interested in interiors (and can read Dutch) I'd definately recommend y'all to check her out!
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Don't judge me!!

The wheater is changing, so it's time to put those knitted Christmas jumpers away (because wearing Christmas jumpers solidly during Christmas would be an insult for those great Christmas jumpers, wouldn't it) and to put something on that's preferably floaty and probably with florals. I personally am more of an autumn/winter person, because I like to layer things and love colours that are warm and dark. However, while making this statement, it really just depends on who I want to be that day. And naturally on who I don't want to be that day. And yes there's a big difference between those two.


*Excuse my face and poses, we ain't all born as supermodels*

What I'm wearing
Turtleneck top: Fashioned by Pluche
Leather trousers: Part Two
Bracelet: Lucardi
Ring: Gift from my aunt
Shoes: H&M
Hat: H&M

Spring is quite treacherous. For example: one day the sun is shining and it's super hot and you're slowly melting because you're still in a slimmed down winter uniform. So the next day you think you've prepared yourself for the heat by wearing an ultimate spring outfit, however it's rainy and cold and dark and you're slowely turning into a snowman. So, you think to be clever, the day next to that day you go back to a nice woolly jumper. And as you may guess, you turn into a puddle. It's a hard life.

These tough spring days therefore needs some reasonable outfits that are 1) not too hot 2) not too cold and 3) a mixture between hot and cold. The key thing is that you basically have to be a dog (or any other animal of choice) and slowly shed your clothes layer by layer, until you've reached the point of autumn so you could grow some back. However, because we can't all run around naked (we really can't), we have to find another solution for this very very big problem.

It's a well known phenomenon that with the first signs of sunshine, everyone strips down to bare essentials (aka just covering up the delicate parts, if you know what I mean). But as said before, maybe it's better to take things slow. Spring is like the equivalent of overalls. If it's fashionable, everyone is wearing it. But if it's not, you only see toddlers and construction workers walking around in them. It's a bit of an exaggeration to go nude when the sun starts to shine, especially in the climate I'm living in. However that doesn't decline some people to break the rules and go into their birthday suit (some rules are there not to be broken).

It's fun to see that literally no one has a clue of what to wear in this type of weather. Some are still walking around in their winter attire, some are -as vividly discussed above- walking around commando and some just try to meet in the middle (not always succesfully). Finding the ultimate mixture of clothes on and clothes of during spring might be the greatest question of our time. I'm afraid or even petrified that today this question will remain unanswered. But I will do my ultimate best to come up with a perfect solution! Who knows, maybe one day I'll get a Nobel prize for my toil. While wearing a tiara. In my dreams.

Love,
Dominique
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Wish you were there...

"My look is very of the culture. It’s a backlash to that super modern, dot-com, end of the ’90s era. It’s messy, human and organic. People tell me, 'Your website makes me feel okay with collecting weird things, being messy, having weird shoes.' I never thought it would have any impact, but if it does, that’s amazing."
Todd Selby


The Selby is something you're very familiar with or really have no clue about. Like my dad. My dad had no clue about The Selby. "The what?", he's asked me more than once. The Selby is this website/brand set up by this guy called Todd Selby. Mr. Selby put in 2008 some pictures on the internet and since then is privileged with world wide fame. That is, of course, when you know about him. Todd, I may say Todd, just basically created a job out of thin air. Like Sherlock Holmes. And, like Sherlock Holmes, he's great at it. He's an inspiring being who captures inspiring beings which in itself inspires beings. So when I found out that he was doing a signing of his new book Fashionable Selby at Mendo (a bookshop in Amsterdam), I just had to meet this mystical creature. And I obviously asked my father to come along with me, because there ain't no fun in travelling alone.

We took a train and headed our way to Amsterdam. The train journey, as ever, wasn't that very exciting. Although, my dad has this weird abbility to always know where things are. Like, "if you look to your right you'll see this and this building". It's probably just because he exercises a lot. His theme tune might as well be Bicycle by Queen... Alrighty then, it took us some time but we finally found the bookshop we needed. The guy who worked there told us that Todd could be in any minute and that the airport had lost his luggage (just so we knew I guess). We were the first ones to arrive at the crime scene and did a little snooping around. Mendo is very nice and looks quite luxurious (as the prices on the books would later confirm). The most striking thing that we noticed was that they even got books written in Japanese or sorts. If that ain't fancy, I don't know what is.


Finally the moment arrived, Todd Selby casually entered the bookshop (he was wearing an all black uniform excisting out of a black hoodie with matching tshirt and jogging pants). However, he had to finish this interview first with some newspaper and casually left the shop. Without telling his assistant/fellow traveler/person where he went. So she was like "where is he?" and everyone else was like "dunno". Eventually he strode back into the shop and did a little snooping around like we did before his arrival. He really took his time and was in no hurry whatsoever. While gazing he commented on the sizes of some books and asked if they were sellable (there was this Vivienne Westwood book that came up to my middle). And the guy who worked in the bookshop was like "yeah, I've just sold three of them last week" and Todd looked approvingly at the book... I'm actually getting to the part where I meet him, I swear!

After he had stretched his legs, he finally sat down and grabbed a pen to begin his day of hard labour. Although we were the first ones to arrive, the guy forgot to tell us that we first ought to buy a book (and put my name on a sticky note) before Todd could sign it. Therefore I ended up as number 2 in line. But that's alright. I'll survive. My dad and I were quite astounded of the amount of people who were there, which wasn't a lot. I'd expected a long line full of anticipation. There were some people, but no one had to stand outside (hereby added that the bookshop isn't that big).

As being number two, I tried to keep it cool. Not only mentally but also physically. It was a really hot day and I decided to wear this super cute skirt with matching top in bright pink with black polkadots (made by my mum), some tights which also had polkadots on it (I was going for a theme) and with on top of that a leather jacket. The leather jacket turned out to be too hot, but I couldn't take it off because 1) my whole back was wet (sweat ain't pretty indeed), 2) my arms would otherwise be fully exposed (I've got this arm-thing, which I'm trying to overcome but not at that very moment of vulnerability) and 3) I just looked pretty damn cool in that jacket. So as I slowly made my way towards Todd, I kept repeating to myself "Keep it cool. Stay Calm". Which I naturally absolutely didn't. Hereby not talking about OMG *high pitched scream*, but more of a not talking/nervous giggles kind of meet and greet.

Me & Todd forever and ever and ever... if only he knew *sigh*

My dad was there to take pictures, because I felt too embarrassed to take (secret) pictures of him, while my dad rightfully said that this is probably the only chance I ever get of seeing him for realzz. So he took my phone -not knowing how to operate it- and made some pictures of him when he walked up and down the shop. However, because I couldn't utter a word out of my mouth, he began to talk to my dad. So my dad was trying to explain about how excited I was -am- and how I'd been looking forward to meeting him etc. etc. So Todd tried to ease me a bit and said "darling" to me (and something else, but that darling part has sticked into my brains), which basically means that we're best friends forever and ever and ever. That's the way it works right? ;) He signed my book, asked if I'd like to take a picture with him, I nodded, my dad tried to operate my phone and sort of succeeded (thanks dad!) and then we got a bag for the book and left the store.

And that was basically it. You say hi (or in my case giggle), you give him something to doodle on and leave. At first sight this sounds a bit disappointing, but that's just the way these things work I guess. And besides, the disappointment doesn't rely on the fact that it was short term. I even doubt to say that disappointment is the right word I've chosen to describe this aftermath feeling. It's more seconds that's filled with upper happiness which can make you doubt about the whole happening and everything that's been acted after that. However, I just try to hold on to the bliss of the moment. It's been a week now and still I'm giggling like an idiot when I think back at those few seconds (those few seconds which probably haven't made a lasting impression on Todd, but that doesn't matter for my experience). The book, by the way, is absolutely amazing and inspiring and dripping full of weirdness and wonderfulness. Just the things you'd expect from Todd, but with a big scoop on top of that.

 Also, after meeting Todd, we did a little look around the area and I've bought a very nice burgundy colour dress at Episode. Can't wait to wear it! I also popped my head around the corner to say hi to my dearest friend  Karl. I really like the sleeves he's designed for the new collection. They are a bit bit stiff and square and absolutely out of my budget. But one always needs dreams to cherish. And that was basically it, we'd loved to stick around any longer but because I'd exams the next day, the wises choice was to leave. Sad face.

On our way back I'd asked my dad what he thought of Todd and he said something quite remarkable: "a foiled student who has found something that inspires people... and gets paid for it". A fitting job description if you ask me (if only mine would ever sound as sophisticated like that). So yeah, like I said, it all went down quite fast. It's funny to think how these small things can make an impression that will last a lifetime. It's something you can add to your list. Something I've done in my life I would normally never do. Amsterdam used to be this place far, far away. However, I've realized that nothing is really far away if you want to do it (and have the means to do it). It could be quite healthy from time to time to get out of your comfort zone and start giggling like a crazy person because you're nervous and unsettled. Because the experience is a reward for the effort. *ugh*

"Todd currently lives in New York City. His pastimes include going to the airport, eating four square meals a day, breaking his computers, and working on his tan."
The Selby

Love,
Dominique
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All dressed up with no place to go! Fashioned by Pluche is a personal lifestyle blog written by Dominique, a 20-something thinking enthusiast, amateur philosopher and rambler. As a creature of comfort/concern she lives her life mostly under a duvet contemplating life, occasionally blogging about the experience...

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