Arlo started kindergarten last week and today is the one of the first days he’s staying there without me for a few hours, so now I’m sat at the café around the corner, with loads of time.
Time.
For myself.
What am I going to do?
(more…) bucket (bag) of joy
Arlo started kindergarten last week and today is the one of the first days he’s staying there without me for a few hours, so now I’m sat at the café around the corner, with loads of time.
Time.
For myself.
What am I going to do?
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Looking back at my fall favourites from last year, I was a little surprised to see that I still love every single piece. Surprised, because nothing makes me feel more like 'I’ve got nothing to wear' than October (and November, December, January…) The cold, the wet, the grey, they take all the fun out of getting dressed.
Except I think that clotheswise [...] 
„How often am I going to wear it?“
There she is again, the voice of reason in the dressing room. Wants to know if I can see myself wearing whatever it is I’m trying on for the next five years. Or if it’s only going to last one season. Or if it’s at all possible that I’ll never wear it again after paying for it.
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Last month, I pretended to be Beyoncé and booked an entire hotel in Copenhagen for myself. OK, so the hotel only has one room. Still. I felt like a star for one night. In no small part because the folks who run the Central Hotel have thought of everything: the room is beautifully designed yet cozy, it comes with an iPhone for the duration of the stay as [...] 
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