As the tempertures getting lower, the show windows starting to radiate the ‘Christmas sparkle’. With Topshop, Forever21 and Urban Outfitters on every corner it's quite hard resist to not spend money; glittering stockings, underwear with red lace and mintgreen woolen sweaters. And - as we speak - I'm in the checkout process of ordering new brogues at Asos.com. Voices in my head scream 'pick me, pick me' when I see a combination of something fluffy and tartan (and/or stripes). It all makes sense, as long as we can blame Christmas.
I had a dream of dreams last night. I lived in a big castle full of shiny clothes and leather shoes. The dining table was covered with turkey, grapes and pastries. I danced around in white lace and my bracelets sounded like tiny jingle bells. Maybe it's because I visited plenty of castles and too many shopping centres last week. When the time came to wake up I didn't felt disappointed. On the contrary, I felt nothing more than satisfaction.
Autumn has started. The trees are leafless, the pavements are covered with yellow and some red. I slipped a couple of times on rainy leaves and the snow is yet to come. Spending the wet days drinking hot chocolates in little cozy coffeeshops. Wandering around in the Art Gallery of Dublin. In my room the ceiling is made of glass. When I lay down on my back, between the warming sheets, I can see the rain falling down. Careless and thoughtful. I added some soap to the pool... As if the clouds had fallen down.