Subota 08.40 am, početak savršenog dana, budim se sama od sebe (jedina prednost
dayjob-a), pa
latte u domaćoj radinosti uz lenjo iščitavanje
Vremena u krevetu. Iako nisam planirala, prolećno novembarsko vreme napolju ohrabrilo me je da ipak odem na Najlon pijacu. Teško žabu u vodu naterati. Krenula sam tako sa standardnim prečešljavanjem i taman kada sam krenula da se dohvatim novčanika kako bih investirala 70 dinara u
fluffy džemper(kojima sam inače opsednuta još od
Robyn - Call Your Girlfriend), na svoj užas, shvatam da ga nema. Ni lične karte, ni pokazne, ni kartica, ni fotki dragih ljudi, niti svih onih drangulija koje skupljamo po novčanicima. U besu se zaklinjem da me Najlon duže vreme neće videti.
To vam je kao i sa svim porocima, obećanja kratko traju. Došla sam kući i shvatila koliko sam ustvari lepih stvarčica izbunarila u proteklih par nedelja, pogotovo kada je reč o cipelama. Ovo pokazujem samo zato što se tešim. Nisam
thrift whore, majke mi.
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Saturday 08.40 am, a beginning of a perfect day, I wake without an alarm clock(the only perk of having a dayjob), then follow with DIY
latte and magazines. Although I haven't really planned it, spring-like November weather outside had tricked me into going to
Nylon flea market, once again. A weekly habit I'm fighting against, mostly because of my rapidly shrinking living space. If I keep up dragging bags of clothes from
Nylon every week, I'm soon going to end up like those people from
Buried alive TV show. Anyway, I was just about to invest 70 dinars(less than 1 euro) in some fluffy sweater(I've been obsessed with those since
Robyn - Call Your Girlfriend) when I realized that someone took my wallet. My bad habits doesn't end at uncontrollable thrifting, I tend to keep all my personal documents, monthly public transport pass, as well as photos of dear people in my wallet. Pissed, I swear
Nylon will not see me for some time.
Well, I guess it's the same with all addictions - promises are not worth much. I came home, still raging, and realized how many beautiful things I have found at Nylon flea market in last couple of weekends. Especially when it comes to shoes - I'm showing these off just because I'm trying to get over my lost wallet and all the stuff from it. I'm not a thrift whore, I swear.
2x Bally (jedne jahaće, jedne oxfordice, oboje savršeno udobne) za ukupno 600din. Dugo tražene creepersice za 100, a chunky klompe za 200. Dinara. // Bally x2(one riding boots, other caramel flats), both for 6 euros. Long searched for creepers for 100 and chunky clogs for 200. Dinars.
Ipak, omiljeni komad su mi ove Miu Miu salonke, jedine cipele koje imaju pravo i treba da budu ružne. Na dobar način, ako razumete šta hoću da kažem. Pogotovo za 400 dinara. Podsećaju me na dva jazavičara, mislim da ću smisliti posebno ime za levu, a posebno za desnu. // Still, my favorite find are those Miu Miu heels, the only shoes that have a right (whatsoever, shoud be!) ugly. In a good way, if you know what I mean. Especially for 400 dinars (4 euros). They remind me of two dachshunds, I think I'm going to name each shoe separately.
I neće me Najlon duže vreme videti, obećavam...makar do sledeće subote :) Uostalom, možda neko bude prodavao moj novčanik. Ili pokaznu. Ili slike dragih ljudi. // And I swear Nylon will not see me for some time. Or, at least, till next Saturday :) Maybe someone will be selling my wallet. Or my public transport pass. Or photos of people I love.
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