Sometimes I think that most women are making love as something very simple, but I do not think so. “I’m in love”, okay, how much and for what? In a post like this it would make sense that I told you that I love the last bag of Celine, Isabel Marant boots, military coat Mango … But would like to talk about love in a somewhat materialistic, right?
It’s funny because as good maid this afternoon I went in search of my platonic love, that you are unfaithful to the pocket but it gives you so much pleasure … Yes, I speak fashion. But I have come to a very good (or so I think) conclusion: to fall in love before I believe in love. Believing that I’ll find something that will make me happy for a long time, it will be there in my hard mornings, to be praised for the move.
But I’m losing hope by the minute, store after store. After the disappointment begin chimeras: “Sure as into Zara basic tee white see this perfect: not too tight or too wide, cotton with a touch of viscose, not to fall into those tissues that now have become fashion show through to the soul. Boat neck but not too much, that if I drop to the shoulder. Oh, and it’s not too long, just a little bit back to front … “.
But stop dreaming, and it happened to me and I will! And I will tell you something that I’ve been thinking, and it is to find a perfect white shirt is like finding the perfect man may meet many of the features you want, but we will never be one hundred percent happy. Although … who cares? As someone rightly said: “Perfection does not exist.”