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It's the end of summer. Just to be clear, this means that school starts again (for me literally on the 1st of September, the bastards!). These past days, however, didn't feel like summer anyway. It drizzled until it hurt and it rained until it drizzled. Which hurts. But don't let this all get your spirits down! Here are some things I've been (especially) loving this month. Maybe that'll cheer you (me) up...

Edit: It seems to be that my camera isn't working properly, so I need to go to the doctors with him. That doesn't cheer me up. Made all kinds of lovely pictures. Meh. Luckily we still have the internet full with them...

This month has been very printed word-loving...


A picture of Jerome K. Jerome with a dog.

At the beginning of the month I'd discovered this book by Jerome K. Jerome called Three Men In A Boat (To Say Nothing Of The Dog). I was so in awe of the book that I decided to buy a real copy of it. And for the same money I also got the second story (apparently he'd written another one) in one book! If that ain't a bargain, then I don't know what is!


As I've mentioned once before on this bloggy-blog the Advanced Style book by Ari Seth Cohen is my future goal (note: not to become his book, but to become someone in his book. Although, to be fair, when I reach that age he'll probably will be in there too). The book is like the blog but than in book formation: amazing.

The Best Of: Hema Breiboek (= knitting book). Hema is like the Dutch department store (only now also with stores in Belgium, Luxembourg, Germany, France, Spain and England. Which was very weird when I was in Paris and saw a Hema, because that's like one of the most Dutch things you can imagine. And it looked all the same like the Hema here, except for their smoked sausages. There wasn't any! Smoked sausages are a distinct smell in their stores here. No Hema without smoked sausages!). The Hema knitting books were published between 1976-1992 and this is, as stated in the title, the best of. And look who we see there posing with some knitwear? It's Patsy! I love her! Well, you can't really see her as it is, so just look at this lovely picture of her... *sigh*


And, staying patriotic, the Dutch version of Harper's Bazaar just got released and I must say that it's very aesthetically pleasing. There's an interview in there with Paloma Faith which I found very pleasing too. Their editorials look very neat and yeah, I love it. Keep it up team!

Moving on to makeup. This month I've rendered myself into buying two new products -both from Chanel- I've never had before, but now I already can't live witout. Within this short time it's become an essential part of my day-to-day makeup routine. I'm talking about the Le Volume De Chanel mascara in waterproof and the Écriture De Chanel eyeliner pen. Both are in #10 noir (there's nothing more black than Chanel black!). I've used different Chanel mascaras before, but am absolutely in love with this one. It gives you the right volume without cluttering.

I'm very bad at doing my makeup and eyeliner used to be my biggest nightmare (I've got shaky hands). But not anymore! This eyeliner is very easy to apply and stays on until the last minute of your day (sounds a bit grim, but ya know what I mean). For instance: My sister was doing the dishes and thought it'd be funny to throw the excess soap into my face. She startled me very much and not only got I to be perished by stupid soap, I additionally cried for about 10 minutes (not joking) and afterwards all that violence EVERYTHING STILL LOOKED UNTOUCHED! It survived both attacks! If that ain't witchcraft than I don't know what is...


Some time ago I finally bought Hugh Laurie's music on CD. However now I seem to be listening to him 24/7. I listen to it on CD, I listen to it on Spotify and I listen to it on YouTube. I'm dedicated!

Inbetween those 24/7 I've also been listening a lot to the AM album from the Arctic Monkeys on Spotify. I really like it but it. A bit more "slick", but I think still very distinctive. AND I've naturally been listening to Paloma Faith. Those 24/7 are longer than you think! ;)

I've never been a sweets kind of a person, but I've always been a biscuit kind of person (runs in the family, but more about that in a soon coming blogpost... ooooohh! Cliffhanger!). If you follow me on Instagram you probably know what's my favourite biscuit of the moment: Gluten free Milk Chocolate Digestive Biscuits. These are from Glutafin and are one of the tastiest things you'll ever stumble upon! I also like their regular digestive biscuits, but I mean, the chocolate one is just asdfghjkl;


And last but not least the original television series of Charlie's Angels. These series were shown on ABC from 1976-1981 and I think it's very amusing. And the clothes! Someone talk to me about the clothes! I know that the series sometimes got to be referred to as "jiggle tv" or "T&A tv" (tits and ass television) because of their socalled provocative clothing. Which I find 1] very (woman) degrading and 2] not true! I don't know where they were looking, but I don't see it that way at all! I mean in the episode I'd watched today Kelly (Jaclyn Smith) was wearing cream coloured trousers with turtleneck. Only the turtleneck was mostly covered by this fur-like jumper which was a bit oversized and was perfectly topped off with her wavy hair and I can't find a picture of it on the internet. *sad face* Or Sabrina (Kate Jackson) who wore this vintage navy-like jumper with a same coloured turtleneck with trousers and well basically I love all their outfit choices and I want it all hanging in my wardrobe in 3, 2, 1... *opens eyes* a girl can dream.

And that's it for this month. I'd love to know what you've been loving! *sobs*

Love,
Dominique
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OOTD which isn't really an OOTD because I didn't wear it TD. I've been pyjama bound for about a week or so. Very comfortable. Listening to some Hugh Laurie blues, knitting, tea-drinking, biscuit chewing and watching reruns of QI/any other British panel show you can imagine/something with David Mitchell (which quite frankly is any other British panel show you can imagine except for I think Never Mind The Buzzcocks...). So what I'm wearing is a blouse from Mandarin & Mint, skirt from a Charity Shop, beret from H&M, loafers by (?), socks from Primark, black ribbon from my box full of ribbons (always comes in handy!), brooch by (?) and last but not least my college-bag from Bershka.

Disclaimer: I felt I needed a peptalk and for some unknown reason my brain felt it was the right candidate. Now I don't know why it went for this specific chosen symbolism in speech, but it did. Quite naturally. Should I be alarmed? Maybe a bit. But not a whole lot. So in advance I'd like to apologize. It's a bit weird, but in my case very in accordance with fact and/or reality. So without further ado...


Dear me,

You're boring as shit. However on some immature level shit, or poo if you like, can be quite funny. Or atmost interesting. So being shit isn't necessarily as shitty as it sounds. Being (a bit) boring isn't either. The two combined might just be the magic everyone is looking for when they're constipated. Just so to speak.

What I'm trying to say is: don't be afraid to poo (in a non-shitty way). Don't try to hold it in. It's against your nature. Being potty trained doesn't mean you can't make it flow. Because, trust me, you can make it flow. Just don't be afraid or question how everyone else is doing it. Because, being quite frank, they don't matter. In the end it will just be you and your bowel movements.

Listen to the voice that says "push harder" instead of "try to hold it in". Be proud of it! Embrace it! Be it! Accept it! Wear the shit as if it being a Chanel bag. It's part of you and it's dependent on how and where you drop it. Make the most of it because we both know that once it's moving, you need to find a toilet asap.

Love,
Yourself

Thanks me. That's... nice?? And a bit weird (but I'd warned you!). So yeah. Lets move on... When ordering a really dull book I need for my study, I thought I'd spice the order up with something exciting. And however dull the study book might be, everything got outweighed by this book that's part of my ultimate future goal. Dusty archives?* More like rebellious fabulous extraordinary "silver-haired"... person. (not yet sure on the ending).


This book is filled with pictures from the famous blog Advanced Style by Ari Seth Cohen. There's not more to say about it than that it's really inspiring and lovely and hopefully my future. I mean, just look at the cover of this book! *drools*

*Dull study book about the rules of archiving in the Netherlands. Sounds quite interesting. Read some pages. It really isn't. Also I've once been behind the curtains of an archive. The conclusion of that experience would be: lots of paper (might be a good thing), weird people (not a good weird, so not a good thing) and stupid rules and stupid storage methods that doesn't do anything. 

Classmate: Why do you lay down those posters and hang those posters? Is that made from different paper or?
Weird archive person: Oh no. It does nothing. Just takes up more space. 
Everyone: *facepalm*

Just to be clear, archives can be really cool and interesting and whatnot, but that's not well being translated back into the dull study book(s) and that specific archive I've visited. I know someone who momentarily works in some royal archive thingy (forgot the name of it, sorry) and that sounds pretty amazing! Just step up your game specific archive I'm not going to mention by name because I need to do an internship this year (do you do an internship?), so you know, playing it safe.


As y'all might know if you follow me on Instagram (little innocent plug there), I've just finished a knitting project (a cropped black jumper) and have started a new crocheting project. Which I'm very excited about. So keep an eye out for all that possible future stuff...

As we're typing about possible future stuff: On the 4th of September there'll be the Dutch version of Vogue Fashion's Night Out in Amsterdam and I'm seriously thinking of going. But I'm not yet sure. But I really want to. But I don't know... would be quite a "blogger" thing to do, wouldn't it. But then again I don't like crowds of people and stuff... But I really want to go. Dilemmas, dilemmas... Don't know why I'm typing this here, but then again I don't know what I'm typing in general. Maybe, trying to think logical, I'm trying to force myself to make a decision. But I really really don't like making decisions. Alright, I might get back on you on this one (you being me being you being me). *sigh*

And on that brain cracking note I think I'm going to resume back to my- pyjama wearing, Hugh Laurie listening, knitting (or crocheting..), tea-drinking, biscuit chewing, watching reruns of QI/any other British panel show you can imagine/something with David Mitchell- self. Gooooood evening, good evening, good evening, good evening, good evening!

Love,
Dominique
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Whenever, wherever, whatever is meant to be forever...


You know those words you really like? Words you'd choose above one another in a weird contest between words? This word may change from time to time, but still got a ring to it after its degradation to number 2 and so on. The sound of a former word, so to speak, still sounds better than the rest of the bunch. Well, that word for me is whatever.

At the moment I really love to use whatever whenever I like to (especially within the context of Stephen Fry. I'd love to have that printed on a shirt...)*. It's a very adaptable word that's got this teeny sound to it, yet also can be used as a grown up "let go". I even like to go as far by saying that whatever is close within reach to become this generations to be or not to be. Instead of being, we're in a constant state of whatever that fires beyond the point of not being.


Whatever embodies annoyance or can give you a wide spread option between actually not caring, to caring too much. However, whatever is also very limiting within the used sentence and/or intonation. It's very vague, yet also very precise. Whatever doesn't have to make itself valid, it just is or isn't part of the question asked and the answer given. There's nothing in between. It may be a sign of indifference, but there has to be some knowledge upfront before it can be said. Whatever can thus be never or ever, which empowers the freedom we (I) often try to cherish.


Whatever is like forever. Something that could be in the near future, but also something that can end within uncertain time. Something that could be eternal or something that will drop dead within 1, 2, 3... If diamonds are a girls best friend, than whatever is the carrier of humankind. Too dramatic? Whatever. (you see what I did there?? I'm oh. so. funny. ha. ha. ha.).

Love,
Dominique


1. Brigitte Bardot 1975
2. Green Living
3. Japanese. Can be saying anything.
4. Scene from a Midsummer Night’s Dream, Sir Edwin Henry Landseer
5. Blue hair, don't care
6. Ice green
7. Birch forest in Ferch (1878), Carl Eduard Schuch
8. Alexa Chung at Abbey Road Studios
9. Tavi Gevinson with gun
10. Picture by Petra Collins
11. Behind the scenes

* Edit: I mean this:


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19 August 1883 - 10 January 1971

Yesterday has been the coldest 19th of August in 90 years here in the Netherlands. Also yesterday was the anniversary of the 131th birthday of Mademoiselle Chanel (if my calculations are correct). I've been obsessed about her ever since I heard her name (way way back in time). At primary school, when you had to do a presentation, most kids would talk about their pets. I talked about Coco Chanel. When we had to write a short essay, everyone wrote about their pet. I wrote about Coco Chanel. This attitude hasn't changed ever since. I've just got very strong feelings towards the woman alright?!

For me Coco, I may say Coco, is someone with the most personal style ever. Ever. ever. You can't get more personal than her. She practically conceived the whole terminology of personal style and everything surrounding it. She's not even queen of personal style, no! In fact she is personal style. Whatever that naturally may be...

For some unknown reason I've always been obsessed with personal style. In my eyes there's nothing greater one can achieve than to possess the name-like thing (clothing wise speaking, naturally). Hereby I'm not speaking of just style. Style stands mere in the shadow of the personal. The individuality of it is something that entirely belongs to you and you only. Hence the word personal:

Personal style -- belonging to a particular person rather than to anyone else.
For instance:

1. Some lowly wonk writes a few personal remarks to go in at the top and you're laughing.
2. The only problem is if we go from the deeply offensive and personal to the deeply offensive and general.

3. the opinions expressed here are personal to the author
4. It does not necessarily, I think, involve the personal presence of the person claiming to occupy.

Style on the other hand gets to be explained with a manner of doing something. Doing what? Something. Just a general something. Can be anything. It's just the manner of doing it.

Thanks Google Translate.

I've often asked myself "What is style?". Style for me is as alienating as the word something. It describes what it is, but it can be anything. Style has the characteristics of a collective name. These characteristics are naturally bound to the specification of use. However, it all got something in common. It, namely, gives you specific features so you can identify the typical qualities surrounding that topic. Style, or personal style if you like, thus gives you the means to identify specific qualities belonging typically to the way one puts one's clothes on.

As far as I've gathered style can be seen as much more than that, but also much less. Although I use the word(s) very frequently in my speech ("Mum, do I've got personal style?" or another favourite of mine "Mum, what's my style?"), I'm very suspicious towards it all. My reason for this is:

1. Fashion magazines.
Every page of a fashion magazine is mostly plastered with the words style/personal style or variations indicating the same. Basically everything with a claim to fame has been stamped with a mark that says Style Icon, Best Personal Style or Best Dressed. This all is mostly done in a very judgemental way. Not every personal style is, as a matter of fact, as stylish as others. However, there's a main difference between style and stylish.

Stylish aka fashionable aka modish aka voguish aka modern aka up to date aka fashion-forward, smart, sophisticated, gracious, elegant, chic, dapper, dashing, trendy, natty, classy, nifty, ritzy, snazzy, fly, superfly, kicky, tony, spiffy, styling/stylin'. *breathes* Or atleast that is if you believe Google Translate. Being stylish means that someone's having or displaying a good sense of style. Style is, as typed before, a manner of doing something. Therefore having style doesn't mean that it has anything to do with the characteristic of a current popular trend --which I think is often meant with when a magazine titles someone as being a current Style Icon. Stylish is very much dependent on the age, the area and the main culture (norms and values/upbringing). Therefore one can say that personal style is more a manner of how someone *again* dresses, than to give it a value of how well this goal has been achieved. Or something among those words.

2. Clothing fabrication.
Coco made her own clothes. We (mostly) wear all that what hangs on the racks in the shops. Thereby making that what we wear to be identified with the qualities of those certain shops. Which doesn't make us stylish, but the shops (which are filled with clothes that are composed by our age, our area and our main culture). And yes, hereby not considering the thousands of different ways one can wear a certain item with all those other items. And yes, hereby not considering all those other things I ought've considered. But it always seems rather strange to me that when one walks upon a red carpet wearing Chanel from head to toe, one gets to be defined as the most Personal Style person. Ever. Because you're not wearing something you 1) created yourself. But ignoring that in this day and age of fast machines and consumption (in which I also participate, so no finger pointing or anything). 2) You've composed yourself. You're wearing the exact copy of the same same same. Although, typing this, there's indeed a main difference between people and their clothes. Meaning: We both can wear the same dress, but it'll both look differently. Although, yesterday I was with my mum in Amsterdam and looking around I saw mostly girls wearing the clothes you could buy in the shops. Literal copies of the mannequins. Which in itself isn't bad, but it was just a sea of the same looking people buying all the same stuff and also wearing it all the same with the same items and same same same.

What I was trying to say is... Well, I can't remember to be honest. The thing is, words are nice. Words are good. Words are comforting. But often words are limiting. And if not limiting they are foremost confusing into the meaningless meanings they become to fulfill. But this doesn't stop us (me) from using them anyway. Maybe it's up to us to give those unlimiting words, with so many meanings and reasons, our own reasons and meanings. Giving them our own defined undefined definitions. Therefore is Mademoiselle Chanel synonymous to personal style and can style become stylish. 
The End.

Love,
Dominique
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Friday, 15 August 2014

Because of the extreme weather *rain rain rain rain* a lot of wasps have been rained away *rain*, allowing mosquitoes and flies to terrorise the neighborhood (fun fact: wasps eat mosquitoes and flies). Now I was about to type about my new haircut and my bravery to wear my Primark pyjamas outdoors and getting complimented for doing so. But noooOOOooooOOOoooo some mosquito decided that my forehead would be the perfect place to sting. Now I'm walking around with a big bump on my head (just above the right brow, a bit to the left and almost centered above my nose). And it's all red and a bit swollen, one might even say puffy. Thanks, mr Mosquito. Thanks a lot. Oh well, that's life I guess... Like lemons and lemonade or something. idk. Probably not like lemons and lemonade. More like burning your mouth on some hot pizza... yes. More like that.

So yeah, lets type about haircuts and pyjamas and the whole shebang. Maybe it'll brighten me up.

Before haircut:


I'm wearing a top from Mart Visser, trousers from Vanilia, shoes from H&M and ring from somewhere... I can't remember

After haircut:


Now I must confess that the "before haircut" pictures were taken on another day. I hadn't bothered to take before pictures because I was too busy waking up (we had an early appointment *yawns*). So, What am I wearing in this picture? As you've guessed some shoes from H&M and also the hat, jacket from Vanilia and pyjamas from Primark. The short pearl necklace I've bought on an antiquities market and the longer pearl necklaces I've bought in an antiquities shop. The bracelet is from Lucardi and my mum thinks I've bought this ring somewhere in Germany some years ago...

I've got my hair shortened by a woman with scissors, who happened to be my hairdresser, so nothing to be alarmed for. These last 2 months or so I'd tried a new shampoo which promised me more volume (as I'm ever looking for killer curls). However, it drained my hair and gave me really bad split ends and no extra volume at all. So that was disapointing. Luckily my lovely hairdresser has recommended me some other shampoo (Andrélon Perfect Curl, if you're curious) and next week, when my mum's got an appointment with her, she'll bring me some special hair tonic from the hairdresser's which smells really nice and does the job right! (I'm currently using L'Oréal Elvive Extraordinary Oil, but that isn't doing miracles for me. However, I haven't tried it yet before washing my hair (you can use it before washing your hair, before blow drying your hair -I almost never blow dry my hair- or you can use it as a finish... interesting)).


I've gone a bit shorter now (a bit to do with the split ends) and I really like it! It's, I think, a mixture between Alexa Chung, Sophia Amoruso and just the general concept of the popularized term "retro". I've got some tips on how to do my fringe "polished" -if I feel like it- and the rest will just hang around as ever.

My hairdresser cuts hair at her home and she's got a little girl from about 4 years old. The kid just got an ice hockey table (don't ask) and while I was waiting for my sister, she insisted on playing that game. Alright, nothing wrong with that... I thought. she beated me. A 4 year old beated me. And not like -Oh no, I'm not trying my best cuz she's just 4 lol- No. I really really did my best and still she was better than me. So my mum stepped in and asked if she could play. So I let her. She scored right the first time. And after 3 times the kid didn't liked the game anymore and went on her way. Drawing some drawings and shizzle. It was quite fun to watch. In a non-revenge is sweeter than you ever were kind of way mwaahhahahahaaha.

After getting my hair cut I went into town with my mum and dad. I got myself a new, well needed, mascara and a new eyeliner which I'm very excited about. Apparently Alexa Chung also loves that eyeliner, so it must be sort of good because [insert good reason that isn't "because it's Alexa Chung"]... I also got a bag from Bershka. In white. Shockingly. I think I never ever have had a white bag. But change is sometimes good, I guess. To get you ready and fresh for the new season. College season, that is (funny coincidence: the bag is called College-bag. Perfect! *cries out loud* *I don't wanna go bag to college!!!* *sniffing*). I can easily put my journal, notebook and pen, purse, medicines and lipstick with mirror in there! Maybe even some knitting needles with a ball of wool. And maybe if I squeeze everything real tight I can take Jack with me! (I'm pushing my luck, I know). *bag will be futured in the soon following pictures

Always when I go into town, I'll take a look into the Vanilia store. Just because it's all amazing and drool-worthy and yes, I absolutely love the whole vibe of the store and the clothes... don't get me started on their clothes! (which p.s. I don't think really translates through on their site. Just saying).

I made my first steps into the store and got complimented for my hat (nice store, indeed!). I walked around with my mother, drooled over their clothes etc. etc. And just as I was secretely trying out a 297 euros and something cents coat (pricetags are less nice, unfortunately. But that coat, man, what a coat!), one of the employees walks upon us and, again complimented me on my outfit. I never really know what to do when some stranger says these kind of words. So I just stood there stammering, trying to utter something about me and drooling all over their clothes. Smooth. But the truth. So that's alright, I guess. They were all very kind. And the clothes... *drools*


The pictures don't do justice to the beauty of this coat. You know those clothes that when you put them on, they just fit. You don't for example have to fiddle around with them. You put them on and done. It just hugs your body perfectly. This coat is that kind of coat. It hugged me for those few seconds it touched my body. It was amazing. *sigh*

We also got some fabric (with some I mean a lot, naughty us). So future clothes are already in the making. We've got the fabric and all... if only we had the time... AND, for those who are curious, we also got some old cheese. A real show-stopper, I know.

Saturday, 16 August 2014


Still wearing some H&M shoes (others, to be clear), blouse from Part Two, trousers are part of a whole men's suit I bought on a market recently. It's like way oversized, but I love it! Maybe I'll take it a bit in so my butt looks also good in it. Beret with hatpin from an antiquity shop (and needs some dusting to be honest, whoops). And last but not least my new College-bag from Bershka.



Today I went, unplanned I must say, to a charity shop and found a most lovely two-piece in pink/black (soon to be futured here on my body). Initially it was about 10 euros, which to be fair isn't a lot of money for this quality. However the (only) downside to charity shops and all is, is that you often can't pay with a debit card or sorts. AND my mum and I hadn't had that much change left (because damn you expensive parking meters!). So we looked at eachother, or better said I looked at my mum, in despair. But then, as if it being a miracle, the woman said that it was now in sale for 50%. Who knew that charity shops had sales?? Thus, as you might've gathered from the first part, I got it! And am very happy with it! Thought it was worth mentioning...

Monday, 18 August 2014


Still haven't dusted my beret... whatever. ;) I'm wearing Primark shoes, H&M high knee socks, my most beloved Vanilia jacket, a two piece consisting out of a top with peplum and skirt made by my mum (I wore this two piece when I met Todd Selby. Only then I was wearing it with dotted tights from the H&M and a faux leather jacket with a fake fur-ish collar from... somewhere I guess. I was sweating like crazy. Like, it was becoming a real problem. But I couldn't take my jacket off! Well, I could, but then Todd wouldn't see my if I may say so myself amazing outfit and wants to be friends with me (because that's the true key to friendship: the way you look. *coughing*)). And to top it all: my Bershka bag (trying to get the most out of it).

It's about a quarter past four and I've been walking around in my pyjamas all afternoon (this not only showing my pyjama love, but also a great reference of how long it takes me to type a blogpost. Although to be honest I've been planning this blogpost long since Friday (didn't even bother to write something for Sunday)... *sigh*). Don't get me wrong, I was all dressed up and ready to go to a fashion show this same morning. Which I didn't, unfortunately. Went to hospital instead. Just a routine appointment. Bit of a let down to be honest.

These past days I've been feeling the blues a bit. Maybe it's because of the extensive rain, maybe it's because of knitting frustrations (those sleeves, man, they're killing me slowly), or thinking out of the box it's because of the new school season that sooner than later is creeping upon us. *sigh* OR it's because of ALL the sorrows in the world. The news dispirits me. Oh well... Maybe I'm going to Amsterdam tomorrow with my mum, if the weather lets us. (p.s. Yes. I do everything with my mum. I'm as independent as a slug is towards its house).

And that's all folks!

Love,
Dominique
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