You must be tired of me saying this but I'll say it again and I can't promise it to be the last time:
All you need is a Shirt! Not love, not money, not any other fancy-shmancy nick-knacks, but a Shirt. Okay, skip on the not needing love and money, you need it. Hell, I do. But in the list of 'Most-Important-Things' a Shirt will always be on my list. Notice 'Shirt' in capital S. That's how important a Shirt is to me. You dig? Let's move on.
I mentioned it in one of the posts that I was running out of clothes right? That would be an understatement actually. I am literally at the stage of begging. My Zara jeans + faux leather pants are the only things that's saving my life. There's a pair of H&M's but good Lord, they are just too bright, it's almost blinding.
I go out once a week, max twice. If you follow me on instagram, you'll see that I went out a day or 2 ago. To buy bed sheets. And I was clad in a Shirt yet again. I don't know what garment I would bank on had Shirts not existed.
I guess everyone has a go-to garment. I know some people who are crazy fans of leggings. It's like their LIFE depends on it and not wearing it, they feel naked! Maybe that's a bit much but I understand the sentiment.
There isn't much to say except 'GODDAMNIT! ITS FEBRUARY ALREADY!!'
How fast time flies. I reached home on the 13th of December and I thought I was going to mummify myself out of boredom and insanity but in all my years in Delhi, I've never felt this good. There is a resurgence within me and I feel fresh. Maybe Delhi was just too polluted and my brain got affected. Of course, it's not that. It's probable that I needed this connection with home. I've never felt it at this level and I am sure there are mysterious reasons for me feeling so but I am glad. I think over time, if I spend more time here, perhaps I will grow to love it. AUGH. Saying that is a lie. I only love my home. I only love the parameters of where I live and nothing much beyond it. I am going to shut up now.
I've been stealing dad's pants, Shirts and now even T-shirts and he is perpetually bemused. Even more so when I wear it. "It's that mine???" He'll ask.
This time, he must've thought I am was going cray-cray. Stalking Love-Aesthetics probably didn't do much good as I picked up a piece of metal that is not sort of a car part like a Jack. It holds something together. Fiddlesticks... Anyway, it was left on its own and I picked it up, proclaiming with such great joy to my mother how awesome it was. She said nothing but her expression said it all. Dad saw me with it and he asked me what I was doing with it because he might need it. So I said I'm just borrowing it for something. That's all I say- 'borrowing it for something' - They know that's my cue of covering up something nonsense so they leave it at that too. I am not sure if I am going to return this piece of metal though. I like it!
Wearing: Secondhand/Thrifted Shirt, Sunglasses c/o Romwe, Rajesh Pratap Singh Oxford Shoes, Self-stitched-half done skirt + a piece of metal
Now I know all of you are waiting for the giveaway winners. Sorry for making you wait so long!
Samridhi Thapliyal [firstname.lastname@example.org] and Tenzing Dicky [email@example.com], Romwe will be contacting you shortly as you have won a pair of leggings each. :) I personally chose one of the winners and the other was picked via the random generator. Close call between Samridhi, Dhriti and Szabrina! I liked the creativity in the answers. :)
On the upside, I got ANOTHER GIVEAWAY coming up soon and this one, you will love. It is going to sweep you off your 'feet' ... ;) you dig?