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Tag: clothes

Sunday Flea Market

My friend Laura invited me to join her at the regular Sunday Flea Market ┬áin one of the supermarkets and in the beginning I thought I’d join her just as a support team. Then I found a couple of shirts that I psychologically outgrew (ahem) and, without much ambition to sell, took part in this […]

Autumn Wishlist Coming True

Not sure if I’m experiencing a post-partum depression, but I can tell you this: tears go floodin’ the damn room whenever I open my closet. First time I did this without the protruding belly, I was shocked. I sat on the sofa for a while with my eyes fixed on the wall and asked myself: […]