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Tag: self-acceptance
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september that suddenly turned into November…
The fair was… surprisingly small. However, I managed to make three great contacts — so it was worth the trip.
During a fashion show, I was watching with interest two women in their sixties, looking stunning in somewhat exaggerated outfits and large glasses — one of them had long, gray braids. Divine!
I couldn’t help myself, I approached and told them they fascinated me. They politely thanked me and with a smile added: “We like to be seen.” Absolutely amazing, Polish wonders!
I chose sample colors for the vests — I’m very curious about the reception. I went for muted green and a mix of plum with a touch of red, smoky wine.
I wish I already had one on. But, but — those ladies’ words keep ringing in my head. I’m currently working on that too — to be. Or rather: to not be afraid to be seen.
I’ll tell you, it nicely flatters my vanity. A little. -
December 2023
I’m alive. Still. I watch as the Guy With Bed-Head Yells at me. I try to find a comeback to his rude behavior, but all I can think about is the all-encompassing disgust for people like HIM — stupid “compatriots,” constantly stirring up that damn poison of crudeness.
He, as if reading my mind: “Don’t give me those surprised eyes,” he yells. Indeed — rudeness surprises me often, but I consistently find it hard to believe in its vastness, its variations — its ugliness! One damn guy managed to embody every trait I can’t stand in people. Truly impressive. Well — orders and lack of respect have never motivated me. Hidden complexes masked by false power always made me laugh. A masterful “leader.” Good one.