Significant Other: Ah Shini, you’re such a sheep!
Me: I know, this sweater makes me look like one, right?
Significant Other: No, I meant the way you parked just now – sweety, I’m forced to believe you have an IQ of a sheep.
Me: Screw you.
Wish I had a revitalizing quote written in a serif font to leave at the foot of this post instead of the usual partypooper rant but “One cannot simply attain the key to the archive of well-strung words while incessantly watching Family Guy like there is no tomorrow”, according to Abraham Lincoln.
When I was in highschool I routinely took an early train down to Krakow to spend the day rediscovering the Auschwitz concentration camp – I’d go every season, back then SS/AW referred to the two-and-a-half hour trainride South – I guess the Holocaust votary in me wanted to experience the camp in all possible weather conditions at the very least. So Krakow only really meant that one thing to me, and I don’t think I’d ever
given it a proper chance to flaunt its beauty as a city. So on Tuesday I woke up at a dead hour (dead to me at least, 7am is midnight for pete’s sake) (who’s pete?) and scrambled on a train to visit the Polish blogger’s Yard Sale. The ‘yard’ was three floors up in an empty vintage store called Mulholland Drive and Joanna, Kasia, Ryfka and Weronika’s undesireds were hanging around the store and quickly became someone else’s desireds. I myself picked up a few things at delicious prices of £2 and that general neighbourhood, including an oversized ‘fat kid’ sweater, summer dresses and some leopard action; and after a burger lunch with the girls promptly loaded my loot on an evening train and back home I was, like nothing happened.
Someone once asked me, What would you wear on the day of the Apocalypse? to which I believe I replied…just t-shirt and jeans. Erhm, in light of this ‘outfit’, I’m just going to clarify that I do not know more than you know about the world coming to an end or not. I’m innocent, I promise!
I do think my stay in Warsaw is nearing its expiry date though, seeing that I’ve been shuffling the same corner of my wardrobe for the past few days – the same corner being the very pile of what I have on here – jeans, t-shirt and a tote bag. Actually, I feel sorry for the the beautiful liberty fabric and silk lining of the Vehla tote, it’s almost unfair to be walking alongside borderline pyjamawear. This is the second instalment of Uniqlooks for this month, but as far as real life goes, this is second degree laziness and, in essence, a giving-up of digging at all the wardrobes available in the house. My father purchased a large padlock and I’m meant to know why. They say leave the party when it’s still full but this seems to be the case of the party is over and you’re picking up and eating the fingerfood from the floor. Hopefully next time I’m in Warsaw for a stretch of 11 weeks, it will be of my own choosing.
I will pounce at opportunities like these, because when else can I be a blogger of the 21st century (front-line infantry of the Cranky-Frankly-Speakings) and say this is not my cup of tea? Patrizia Pepe Firenze is probably a cup of tea for the successful working dame who certainly has not done time in East London. I, on the contrary, am a bum living in Hackney who wears horn-rimmed glasses, and hey, I liked Avatar when it was Pocahontas – yeah that’s how hipster I am. No, who am I kidding, I’m so mainstream that I let Facebook make life decisions. I actually think that the collection I witnessed and documented happened to be a limbo collection – that space-filler that’s either 2% too much or 2% too little and comes between solid seasons. Now they have lovely pieces like this dress (albeit see-through, but surely we all have beautiful speedbumps) or this snakeskin pull-string bucket bag… You must’ve thought I truly sold myself this time, but know this, nothing can buy the crankster a hot review.
Thank you Massimiliano at Claudia Wuensch for organizing this visit! (whip)
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