It was the bathtub.
A bathtub to end all bathtubs, freestanding, with clawfeet and so deep that Jacques Cousteau could’ve filmed documentaries in there. The moment I saw a picture of it, I decided to stop looking for a better deal and book the room at the Artist Residence.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll write something for the blog again. After I’ve answered these 13 emails. And edited all of the pictures that my computer insists are cramming the hard drive. After I’ve called the Telekom. And have dropped off the forms to get a kindergarten voucher. And have paid a visit to my accountant. After I’ve posted something pretty on Instagram, so not the kindergarten voucher or my accountant’s office. After I’ve cleaned the closet at least so much that not all of my looks are „what was on top of the pile“. After I’ve convinced Arlo not to help me clean by pulling every single sock that I’ve just masterfully rolled out of the drawer. After we’ve been to the playground. And he’s been bathed. And he’s sleeping. After I’ve spent half an hour talking to the other man in my life, hey, how are you, my love? After I’ve written that magazine piece. Then I’ll really do it. Tomorrow.
After writing about some of my favourite spots in Berlin, I wanted to ask my friends to share their love for the cities they live in. London just had to be first because… I love it already. I went to university there, met James there, basically became an adult there (well, sort of). But all of that was roughly 150 years ago, so every time I go back now, I end up visiting the same old places. I really needed an update of where to go, what to do and who to see. I was delighted when Franzi said she’d be my – and your – London guide. Cheers, love! This is her city:
I’m probably going to sound a little loopy. But that’s what spring does to me! Sprrrriiiiiiiiiing!
My dad has taught me a lot of things. How to operate a percussion drill for example. Or that one shall have no other Gods before Bruce Springsteen. And that gummy bears are the perfect sweet. I also admire him for his fundamental optimism and for his mischievous sense of humor. So I think it will tickle him that he’s one of my beauty icons. No joke! He’s had a green Weleda tube on his side of the bathroom cupboard for as long as I can remember. Granted, he doesn’t use much else. But then not much else is necessary to combat dry skin, like I have all winter and even into spring. Skin Food is extremely rich, so I prefer to put it on over night. It makes skin feel soft, replenished and healed. Right, dad?
P.S. My friends Alexa and Sandra have rounded up more male role models that even women can learn something from about style in „Guter Typ“. Good book!
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I'm Marlene and this is my blog, where I share stories about style, beauty, design and all things that spruce up the everyday. I like men's shirts, good tailoring and a kick-ass red lipstick. My grandmother taught me that one can never own too many shoes. And who would I be to question my grandmother.
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